I alchemize (Upgraded Alchegloves && Magic-to-Grist Converter) && Thought-Control Interface, likely producing magic-powered alchegloves that can be controlled by thought alone.
I also preview the result of that && Origin Wands. That should be a cool one, if I ever get the chance to make it. Hopefully it'll keep the glove shape.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 34/50.
50/50 x3 EXPENDED!
I float up into the air, the energy of three 50-post charges hypercharging me. I use a tiny amount of the massive power I now enjoy to swipe an idea from the past and greatly improve upon it. Say what you will, that little April Fools trip to Scratch's Manor was very useful from a canon-breaking standpoint.
>CRYSTAL: FINALE ULTIMO - TRANSCENDENT'S ARTS.
Power coalesces around me as I pull a Finale Operandi token from the past. It shatters in my clenched hand, more power swirling into me and an Ubercharge-like aura of purple coalescing as a massive ritual circle draws itself around me. Time to recreate at a much greater power level what originally gave me this ability in the first place. I grasp the Orb of Control tightly, preparing myself for the massive assault on my sanity that will likely soon follow. Items fly out of my inventory, the Orb of Reality, Orb of Origin, and Orb of the Curse placing themselves at precise points drawn into the runes. A pot of violant (The color of uncomfortable, yet necessary, truths and connections) ink coats the glowing runes on the ground. The entire ritual circle begins to shimmer through impossible colors, and the air begins to heat up as is normal for a Finale Operandi, before I abruptly make a switch-flipping motion and the air expediently returns to its normal temperature. "None of that." The entire area begins to glitch out as magic slowly swirls into me, the items gathered in the ritual circle broken down into their component magics and also absorbed. Finally, I look straight up at Build watching through the Update Terminal and grin. "Bye."
>CRYSTAL: EXECUTE.
I flicker completely out of existence itself for what seems like a brief second, and yet also a very long time, to all outside observers, in that single warped eternal second hitting what anyone would consider godlike levels of power. That power takes an almost boringly mundane form, though. I find myself in a seemingly normal room, with a computer sitting at a desk. I walk up to it and find an unfinished post, recounting and responding to the events that have happened so far. So far this... turn? Anyway, it looks like whoever was typing this up left just after finishing it, but before posting it. I sit down and begin to make a few edits, fixing up a post that someone named 'crystalcat' left unfinished as I do so. Looks like they forgot to finish up typing something about a really big, charged attack. Or… distraction? They’re trying to distract someone with a massive amount of attacks, but forgot to type them out and be creative. I
First, a massive bloom of purple light appears around the Godmodder, blinding him! Next a massive set of pillows appears and smacks the Godmodder around a bunch, feathers flying around as if possessed! The feathers themselves begin to tickle the Godmodder everywhere. A blast of magicka appears from nowhere and hits the Godmodder in the back. A cat5 O' 9 tails appears and whips the Godmodder real good. Flandre appears to receive orders from an unknown source, as well as becomes empowered by a strange purple aura, and begins to spam danmaku, the entire field of battle temporarily warping itself into a game of Touhou with the Godmodder as the player character!
Flandre starts out with her first spellcard, Taboo "Cranberry Trap". Bullets begin to stream in from the side of the playing field, forcing the Godmodder to dodge frantically! He's already looking a little unhappy with the way this is going. The spellcard finishes, and Flandre decides not to go through any of the boring non-spellcard attacks, jumping straight into the next, Taboo "Lævateinn". She starts swinging a huge bladelike beam of fire around, pressuring the Godmodder even more! After that one's finished (And the Godmodder has no way to attack here, so he's forced to just dodge and pray his Godmodding skills can get him out of any hits he might receive) Flandre activates the next, Taboo "Four Of A Kind". She splits into four, and all four of her (Well, one of her and three clones of her) begin pelting the Godmodder with bullets! After that attack's done, her clones dissipate and the real Flandre gets down to business with the next spellcard, Taboo "Kagome, Kagome". Bullets crisscross the field like the bars of a cage, and Flandre herself begins tossing huge yellow orbs, warping the bars and making them fly away to further menace the Godmodder. Next, she activates Taboo "Maze of Love", forcing the Godmodder to navigate a massive, spinning maze of danmaku. She follows that up with Forbidden Barrage "Starbow Break", rainbow bullets appearing at the top of the field and raining down upon the helpless Godmodder. Forbidden Barrage "Catadioptric" is up next, Flandre firing massive orbs at the walls of the field that reflect off, trailing bullets. Another spellcard follows, obviously, this one being Forbidden Barrage "Counter Clock", rotating lasers like clock hands trapping the Godmodder while he tries to avoid a sea of bullets fired by Flandre. The next attack is... Flandre disappeared. Huh. Oh wait, it was her next attack, Secret "And Then Will There Be None?". The Godmodder, surprised by Flandre's disappearance, has to navigate deathtrap after deathtrap before Flandre reappears and activates her last attack, Q.E.D. "Ripples of 495 Years". Flandre releases the power and frustration of 495 years of imprisonment in a series of spreading rings of danmaku that reflect off the boundaries of the Touhou-field. The ripples grow and grow in frequency until the entire battlefield is filled with cascading danmaku, stretching the Godmodder to his limit!
As everyone boggles at the strange events hitting the field, Flandre finishes her attacks and ascends, her entire accumulated power spent on this final attack! The battlefield warps itself back into Minecraft, before a set of blocks rises from the earth and spins around the Godmodder, lunging at him intermittently. More and more blocks are torn up from the ground and added into the vortex until the Godmodder is obscured entirely, and with a SNAP the entire set rushes at him and locks him into a massive cube! The cube itself shrinks down, anti-teleport defenses phasing in around it, before a pillar of purple power erupts from the sky itself and obliterates the cube. The Godmodder, smoking, looks around for the next attack, before a cartoonish cat jumps out of a hole in the ground that suddenly opens up and slams a pie into his face! An entire gathering of Toons 'hole in, each using a different gag on the Godmodder- one squirts him with a seltzer bottle, another blows a foghorn into his ear, yet another drops a safe on his head, and an enterprising duo set up a short set of railroad tracks in front of him and lure him onto it with hypno-goggles. A pair of tunnels sprout up on either side of the tracks and a train runs over him! The mere presence of so many Toons lures some Cogs onto the field, and a few decide to attack the Godmodder. A Bloodsucker liquidates him - literally - a Spin Doctor dizzies him with all his spinning, a Legal Eagle gives him the Evil Eye, and a Big Cheese hits a golfball into his face. Eventually, the Toons beat all the Cogs and, tossing down holes, jump back to wherever they were before. Next, rain begins to fall from a set of clouds that have suddenly gathered above the Godmodder, freezing after a second into sharp shards of ice that tear into the Godmodder. The server itself glitches out, the Godmodder suddenly being in several places at once with only a few of his body parts in each place. Mystical energy and magical power gather from across universes, blasting the Godmodder with pasta, magic missiles, eldritch blasts, void energy, oblivion and creation, negative energy, shadow magic, reality majjyyks, sauce, soulsauce, purest hope, wind, light magic, mana, force, radiant energy, necrotic energy, ghostfire, red mana, blue mana, black mana, indigo flames, holy magic, english energy, fire, ice, lightning, water, steam, arcane energy, and many more myriad magics. Finally, portals rip themselves open to other universes and a massive cast of characters gather, each with their own method of attack. Jack Rakan pulls out his pactio artifact, Ho Heros Meta Chilion Prosopon, and a massive multitude of swords appear and rain on the Godmodder from every direction. Wrack and Ruin mercilessly double-team the Godmodder, joined by their fellow Twilight Paladins. Nagamar himself appears, and transforms THE GODMODDER into an ODD GREED MOTH. Freddy and co. scream in the Godmodder's face. Flumpty Bumpty and co. also jumpscare the Godmodder. And lots of other attacks happen. Lastly, Flandre Scarlet reappears, being unable to really disappear without at least being able to demonstate her power, "Destruction of Anything and Everything." She does the obvious.
No sooner have I finished my edits and improvements than I fade from the strange plane, and I find myself back in GodCraft. As soon as I do, the full implications of what I just saw and did hit me and I clutch the Orb of Control and break it, expending every last bit of its sanity-boosting energy and coming out only slightly worse than I was before. The last lingering influences of Mr. Eaten are also completely eradicated. Its mindscape-unlocking energy is instead diverted to giving me a greater understanding of my own mindscape, the power boost sent back in time to the ritual.
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The HAL-Mech retracts its railguns. Instead it deploys its antimatter beamers, weapons that fire a superheated beam of antimatter at its target. Two beams fire out of the HAL-Mech and continually blast the Godmodder. The Futurama Gang continues their barrage. Fry and Leela continue flying around on the Planet Express Ship and firing the turret and some antimatter torpedoes. Lothyra shoots the Godmodder with iBoomstick.
Invert (33/50) (Sun in the Shadow. +2 from Talist.)
AMPLIFIER UBERCHARGE: 7/9
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 5/7.)
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 4/9)? Twin told me this one over Pchum.
WELP. DIS GUN BE GOOD.
As the Entities may STILL be ever-so-slightly useful in the distraction part and they aren't dead YET...Mokou will naturally attack the Godmodder, completely unafraid, due to Ressurective Immortality. Seriously you cannot kill this girl-each HP bar is her DYING, and when they're all gone she's simply in too much pain to continue. The Hatters will use their 4-turn Specials on The godmodder: Salvation for Trottimus, Law, Life, Death for djh3max, and Cleansing for Alsmiffy. Finally-an attack deserving its own cutscene...
The Hand suddenly shudders as the power of 5 turns flows into it, ready to react violently! The whole tower trembles even harder than it did before! It looks like the Hand of Truth is about to pull out a NASTY attack! The Hand writhes and warps itself, forming into complex Sacred Geometries that briefly quell all fighting at once, instead making everyone Praise the Hand, Immediately! They bow and prostrate themselves before the glorious Hand and his powerful dance of phalanges! A golden light emits from the whole spectacle, as ceaseless chants of Praise the Hand rock the room! The golden light of the hand quickly becomes a blinding mantle of obscuring Sacred Geometries! Then it all stops. Everything, just stops. Everyone is confused for a second. The Hand has vanished. Suddenly, it reappears, and all the chanting and bowing immediately resumes, proceeds almost normally, with the Godmodder forcibly levitated above the scene (if all goes well). The Hand's most powerful form, the GOLDEN GESTICULATION, has appeared, searing the Godmodder's mind with the absolute truths! However, knowing all, he intermixes his powerful message with the message of Wilson, burning its ABSOLUTE TRUTH into his mind as forcibly as possible! All the while, Sacred Geometries tear the impure one's skin and organs, insdie his body and out, with a force of Divinium Sawblades, and the Sheer glory of the Hand's form tears into his very mind and soul, rending it utterly, the only cleansing it can provide at the Godmodder's stage of corruption is absolute destruction! This continues for a few minutes, the intensity increasing all the while. Eventually, the white of the OP Scale and the Narrative gently tugs on the Hand, and the Hand reverts to its previous form, gently. The urge to praise the hand lays at the back of all minds, the sacred Geometries remembered by all present, and the Godmodder hopefully rended.
He better be rended. OK, distracted is the better word for it, but still, he better be at this point.
I tap into my (VERY) inner First Guardian Powers, the singular, tiny sparks of it. Much smaller than TT2K's spark of First Guardian Powers on paper, and definitely a speck in the sun compared to TwinBuilder, but a septillionth of a septillionth of its power is still pretty immense. I pull out the Miniature Red Sun and the Four Red Sun Alchemies, ready for action. They are going to be tiny sparks, the tiny sparks that give me the inch I need to go for the whole mile. A few tiny sparks can start a big fire, after all. It just needs the proper firestarter. Mythos transforms in my left hand to fit the transformation, the Shield and Sword both attaching to it, and the Scattergun being worked into its internal systems through its powerful transformative properties. Meanwhile, I take the Door in my still-nonmechanical hand. The flames of the Red Sun burn off of me, turning my skin utterly pale and, interestingly, making my hair act as fire. Complete with some of it flickering like fire. Wrap your mind around that. The Fires of the Red sun envelop me, and my eyes are finally, FINALLY visible. Except, not really, as they're currently Crimson Supernovae, bright as the night. A brief and painful, but utterly complete First Guardian Transformation. ((+15 to all stats, huehuehuehue.)) My Godmodding powers flare in addition, making a golden aura emit off of the Red Flames. A First Guardian Godmodder. If this is not stupidly powerful, then bob is your uncle, aunt, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and other uncle. My time is extremely limited-this is not something I should be drawing out forever. I point the enhanced Mythos at the Godmodder, a red/golden aura surrounding the weapon as it switches to Oblivion Mode. The Blue flames of Oblivion turn into something more, interacting with and merging with the Red of the Red Sun and the Golden of Reality Majjyks, becoming something rather indescribable, a triumverate of the three primary colors, swirling around the Scythe that ends Oblivion Mode's barrel-less weapon. At the same time, I draw the Gatekeeper's Scythe at long last, and transform it into a blade without form, an extension of the Oblivion-Form Mythos, crackling with various Elemental energies. Very weakly. This is no True Rapture, it's intentionally weakened, but it is nevertheless a proper merger of all 25 elements Piono wields, as well as the power of the Red Sun-primarily Oblivion and Reality, true, as well as some Red Sun mixed in for good measure. The weapon's many colors unite with the First Guardian power to create a reddish aura, still multicolored around the edges but pure crimson at the core. I hesitate no longer: I fire a massive, stupidly large bolt of Multi-elemental energies at the Godmodder in the form of a ridiculously huge red sword, before bum-rushing him with the remaining power with the remaining modified energies and creating a second sword from the same source, attacking the Godmodder to the fullest extent I possibly can, aiming for a hit even relatively close. Upon contact, a blinding flash of multi-colored energies emits violently. You'd mistake it for Trickster Mode, except I'm not in Trickster Mode at this point. It's just a variety of utterly deadly energies trying their best to rudely eviscerate the Godmodder. The blasts, however, send me reeling backwards. It is at this point that I go out of First Guardian mode, unable to hold the form any longer, and Mythos ejects the various Red sun alchemies, gracefully put back into my inventory, and wipe considerable sweat off of my brow. Hoo boy that was dangerous.
Eric, his rune-enhance having run out, rushes back over to Wilson.
That, my friend, is Notch. The one who created Minecraft.
Anyways, our ride is here.
He waves to Astria, Astria! Get over here! We might not get another chance to leave if we finish this thing before we get into our ride out!
Eric tries to catch the attention of the assorted other people scattered around the top of the tower that wanted rides out of Godcraft.
All the while this is happening, the firing squad in the TARDIS continues opening fire with their flurry of spells and projectiles. A number have run out of ammo/mana, but others have stepped forward to take their place.
Hank, Sanford and Deimos are all still at the forefront, and Hank has hooked penultimatum up to the TARDIS, and is firing a stream of time vortex shots into the godmodder and his decoys.
The TARDIS does not pull away after people pile into it. Anyone that piles in that still wants to attack can join the firing team, and even detail some of the attacks being unleashed from the side of the TARDIS if they so choose.
((twin, for your ease in case you were going to draw the TARDIS, upon leaving/moving away, the TARDIS will revert to blue box form.))
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 6/7.)
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 5/9)?
I really do not have time for the Godmodder's BS further than he's already taken it. I pull out a golden token detailing a sandwich on it, with golden wings and a crown on the edges as details. For those that look closely, it radiates a powerful, delicious scent. This item I have marvelously aquired from various journeys during the Squid Ink Incident, specifically [REDACTED], [DATA EXPUNGED], and [REMOVED FOR PUBLIC SAFETY]...no, wait, scratch [DATA EXPUNGED], it was only [REDACTED] and [REMOVED FOR PUBLIC SAFETY]. But anyways, this dangerous piece of hardware, however deceptively weak it looks, is basically a can of Boss-murdering awesome. The Godmodder is probably immune to everything except Trial finishing, so naturally, the only thing I can do is do something that clearly no-one thought to use against the Legion of Pyronus. (They should have, though.) I toss the token roughly where I am standing. The token wedges itself into the ground and trembles, glowing a soothing light and turning into a pillar of blue aura, reaching up to the heavens!
As a few of the less-informed people stare in awe of the spectacle, a light shines down from the top of the tower, onto the pillar of aura, and a figure descends! He is huge, fat and muscular, simply dressed with a black shirt over a red vest. He is old and wise-looking, with a magnificent beard and a pair of small spectacles, with a beautiful halo resting inches above his head. His hands hold a gentle, soothing light in his hands. This man, it is St. Heffi, Guardian Spirit of Business Lunch! He hovers a few feet off of the ground, the light and pillar of aura fading, only the figure left. Nothing happens for a few moments. Then, St. Heffi points upwards with his right hand! The Godmodder looks up, just in time to meet what will likely be his doom, by falling truck! After it lands (hopefully upon the Godmodder), it is revealed that St. Heffi teleported into the Truck while no-one was looking! He lets out a merry laugh, another job well done in his opinion. Then, the truck starts rumbling with a holy light from beneath, and it explodes gloriously, sending Sandviches everywhere at high speeds, making sure everyone gets a Sandvich! St. Heffi is flung from the truck onto the side of the Tower, close to where I'm standing, his job done.
"Thanks, Mate!" I say.
"Yes!" St. Heffi replies, right before imminently vanishing.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Eldarium Curse 50/50!
+1 to Tazz; +1 to Crystal.
Suddenly, I appear once more, in a flash of amethyst light, appearing somewhat bedraggled and disheveled.
Ah, GodCraft. It's good to be back.
I immediately levitate into the air, wisps of amethyst energy trailing off of my form.
50/50 Expended.
I continue to float in the air, limply, eyes closed. Suddenly, there is a burst of violet light, and a figure appears, composed entirely of amethyst energy. I course with arcane energy, facing the being.
WINE, OR CHEESE?
Sensing an answer from the being's thoughts, I incline my hand. Suddenly, everything goes black, the being slowly solidifying, forming a generic human male. Then, a landscape forms, folding about, generating an entire reality. The man lies upon the floor, asleep, holding a bottle of wine approximately 1.4 feet in length. The landscape appears to be that of a thick forest. The man is within a clearing. Slowly, he wakes. I appear to telepathically converse with the man, within another reality, another universe. The man awakens, and groggily rises, examining his surroundings. Looking around, he gathers various things, including fallen branches, dry grass, and a plethora of plants and roots, of which I assure you the man knows no difference between. He's not a botanist. Soon afterwards, he stands before a pile of organic matter he obtained himself, holding the bottle of wine. Parched, the man uncorks the bottle, and takes a long drink. It turns out that the liquid within is actually fox urine, and the man is glugging it down. He realizes what's within the bottle and immediately drops it, spitting and retching as the bottle smashes into innumerable shards upon the ground. He continues along on his venture into the wilderness, constructing a rudimentary shower. Hiding within, he sleeps through the night. The next morning, he awakens, only to hear a large animal lumbering about, not attempting to feign stealth in any manner whatsoever. It is a bear, searching for the... scent of foxes. Hah. The man waits, and watches, his head popping out of his shelter. The bear suddenly turns around, staring at a deer. It lumbers into the clearing containing the deer, disappearing behind some bushes. The man crawls away, hearing the roaring of the bear, and the sickening sound of tearing flesh. Peering behind him, the man sees the corpse of a bear in the clearing, puncture wounds and collapsing organs evidentially serving as the cause of death, pools of blood surrounding the corpse, most of which actually belong to the bear. He stares for a few moments, before breaking into a sprint, running in the opposite direction. He sprints faster still when he hears a deer filling him. Suddenly, the man treads over the remnants of the 'wine' bottle, the glass shards digging into his feet, gouging out massive wounds. He falls to the floor, splashing into a bit of fox urine, blood gushing from the bottoms of his feet. He rolls over, panting, and sees a deer staring at him, its lower jaw hanging limply from its skull, by a mere thread of tissue. It lowers its antlers. Suddenly, the man feels incredible pain as antlers cleave cleanly through flesh and bone, puncturing organs and tearing veins and arteries. Everything goes black.
A landscape appears, and the man is swimming in a pool, unconscious, sustaining no wounds in any way whatsoever. He awakens from a nightmare, looking around. Some sort of nightmare involving deer, forests, and fox urine. Hah. He notices he is not currently wearing much in regards to obfuscation below the waist. A wheel of cheddar cheese, two feet in diameter, floats in the chlorinated water. The man looks upwards, swimming to the edge of the pool to find any form of towel. He grabs one from the strangely empty public pool, and puts it on. Suddenly, a flock of eagles swoops down from the skies, heading down towards him. He rushes towards the gateway, stumbling slightly in the darkness of midnight and the slick floors. Two eagles land on his leg, and begin tearing and pecking at a particular area. The man shouts, falling into the pool. Several more eagles descend upon him as he floats in the water, face-down, clad in naught but a towel. His arm extends forward slowly, floating in the water. Suddenly, his extended hand grips the wheel of cheese, swinging it backwards. It slams into a few eagles, instantly knocking them unconscious. Everything goes white. The man blinks several times, standing up, and straightening himself, looking around in the blank plane. Suddenly, an eagle appears, human-sized, clad in a leotard. It squawks several times, and then speaks.
"Do you want to try a cupcake?"
The eagle's lower jaw swings downwards in a manner akin to a hinge, and a cupcake floats outwards. The man rushes over, and grabs the cupcake, slowly raising the cupcake to his lips. He bites in, and as his teeth sink inwards slightly, he tastes the most amazing icing in what appears to be the range of human perception. Suddenly, it becomes extremely bitter and disgusting, everything goes black, and suddenly an incredibly old woman is stuffing semen cupcakes down the man's throat while a flock of eagles tears at his flesh, and everything goes black once more as he begins to choke, blood pouring from everywhere, floating in the pool, several eagles perched upon the wheel of cheese floating in the pool.
Suddenly, a landscape appears once more. A flat, withered land, devoid of all life and objects. The man stands still, while visions of wine and cheese shift through his mind suddenly and inexplicably, flashing. Suddenly, a horrific amalgamation of a horrifically old woman and a deer without a lower jaw begins walking towards the man, humming a tune. The man stands still stiffly, holding a wheel of cheese. He watches, and the creature breaks out into a sprint, panting horribly, shouting the tune out. The man immediately begins running away. As he turns around and leaps forward, however, he stumbles directly off of a cliff he was standing upon, and begins to fall. A large, jagged rock appears to be upon the ground below him. The man holds the cheese below him, looking at the side of the steep cliff as he falls. A broken train track, holding two decomposing bodies, tied to it, one missing all of its teeth, the other, sustaining broken legs piercing directly through its knees, and a cracked skull. The man feels the cheese sinking into the spike. It breaks apart upon the floor, and crumbles; however, the man survives. He looks around, evidently relieved. A horrifying panting noise mixed with a song pervades the area as the beast jumps off of the cliff as well, descending towards the man. He stares upwards, paralyzed by fear, as the creature slams into the spike. Its head is immediately crushed, and bits of brain spray everywhere as blood and flesh ooze from the tip of the spike. The man stares for a moment, picking up the pieces of cheese, some of which are coated in bits of brain. He takes a bite. Several minutes later, the man, having acquired a taste for flesh, gnaws at the body of the creature, consuming flesh, singing the tune the late entity was humming beforehand. The cannibalistic man freezes in his tracks as he hears an extremely loud humming noise, and the wind whipping around him. He slowly turns around, and I float behind him, copious amounts of violet wisps pouring from my limp form. I incline a hand, eyes still closed, and waves of amethyst force the man into the wall, the stone cracking and shattering. The man sees a vision of a horrific amalgamation of deer and old woman, before everything goes black, save my form, along with the amethyst magics. Slowly, everything returns to normal. Richard was completely preoccupied with watching this, and is distracted immensely by this cliff-hangar. Hah.
I stare at Richard, slowly drawing a dense-appearing spherical oaken seed. Without bothering to carefully place the seed within the tower, I toss the thing in Richard's direction. It strikes the ground, slowly rolling towards the Godmodder. The second the seed reaches within eight meters of the Godmodder, it bursts into the ground, burying itself nigh-instantaneously. The smell of fir trees fills the general area, something sprouting from the ground wherein the seed buried itself. This object appears to be a leafless mass of oak twigs and branches, rising in a manner akin to some sort of necromantic horde colloquially rising from the dead, and coming together to form a sort of undead tree. The organic mass twists around Richard's general area, forming a sort of cone-like containment chamber. No attempts to break free succeed for several moments. I draw a syringe filled with some sort of pulp-infested dark purple liquid, stride over to the leafless tree, and inject the liquid within the syringe into the tree, quickly moving away. Immediately, a withered, pulpous, rancid-smelling purple discoloration begins to rise to prominence upon the tree, spreading abnormally quickly. In moments, nodules filled with orchid fluids begin to grow on the tree as it slowly becomes more and more fibrous and twisted. Digging underground would reveal that the roots of this tree have grown beneath Richard entirely, completely sealing him within. I stare at the tainted tree, watching within by means of the Illumination as a heart-esque object forms within the tree, pumping tainted fluids around this living tree of suffering. Orifices all around the tree begin to swell, forming multiple chambers for organic fluids to flow within. Nodules within the chamber wherein Richard is contained begin to swell to a continually greater size, filling with orchid liquids and fluids in a bulbous manner, the twisted bark around the nodules parting slightly to accommodate for this newfound growth, peeling away. Suddenly, the nodules within begin to burst, aubergine gases spilling out, and filling Richard's chamber in its entirety. While I doubt this will deal any form of damage in the slightest, it will definitely serve as a distraction, for some time. The tree begins to wither, collapsing inwards, further restraining the Godmodder. The foul Taint within the limbs of the organic construct seeps inwards, adding to the Flux Gas's potency at an exponentially expansive rate.
I continue to watch the Godmodder, revealing nothing. I merely concentrate, staring without breaking eye contact or blinking in any way whatsoever. A metallic taste fills the mouths of all within a sizable radius. Hah. Instantaneously, spikes of drab gray metal burst from the ground, forming a hollow cone around Richard immediately. Then, before anybody can react, the metal melts, forming a puddle around the Godmodder. With a thought, arcane runes begin flowing from the metallic puddles, eldritch calligraphy unable to be comprehended. The runic shapes swirl about, fluctuating in color wildly. Ancient mutterings pervade the minds of all within the area, seemingly tearing into their thoughts. The runes flash with every color imaginable in quick succession, repeating and shifting nigh-instantaneously. Slowly, visions cross through the minds of all within a sizable radius. Visions of death, destruction, murder, and a strange octarine room, along with those of wine, cheese, old women, and deer. The room seems to taunt the afflicted (including the Godmodder), utterly still. With discreet abruptness, visions of severed heads and tentacle-infested body parts burst into the vision of the afflicted, before disappearing moments before their introduction. The images begin to rapidly accelerate in speed, filling the minds of the afflicted for the remainder of eternity, thoroughly distracting them from daily affairs. It should be noted that I possess a ward designed to deflect these particular visions. This should be enough of a distraction. Hah.
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"You can't edit the skins of other Minecraft accounts, so you fail to
remove a pixel off of the Godmodder's hat layer! The entire attack fails
as a result!"
It was not an full attack it was independant actions and none of them needed the success of the previous one admit it the truth is that you dislike badly written text which is normal but else your argument is incorrect since you can see absolutely nothing needed to steal an pixel absolutely no attack was related to other in any way and there is three attacks:1:writing germinal 2:giving an non trapped top hat and 3:make the godmodder be caught in alcohol the third part needed only the creation of the top-hat and the godmodder did not needed to accept it in fact I did not even needed to try to give it and none of them were supposed to deal damage there were supposed only to make sfx.
so do not say the attacks all fails because of the first one which is uncorrelated from others but say instead that it is messy and badly written and so that you did not wanted to read all because it was an waste of time
I continue cooking an cake looking like an castle because there is never
enough cake 4/5.(an item creation and an building summon)
and I continue summoning an tasty spiral of cakes 3/??(how long should it take thinking of the cakeness of the summon)
I try to use the orb of food on tingle for seeing if there is more cake.
Okay, fair enough. The attack fails on the grounds that it is poorly written! (I should have done that with Pricey, looking back... Wait wh[email protected]*$%!$%@%$#?////// /)
Molten Gold && Golden Cane/Machine Gun = The Overheater 10/10
Gemini Pin && Psionic Program = Gold Psionic Program 3/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 7/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-16, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-7, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
I notice the Overheater finishing, and shoot the Chaos Incarnation with it.
THE OVERHEATER: A machine gun made from gold that throbs with orange color. It is very hot to the touch, and its ammunition is imbued with the power of creation and the power of oblivion.
My Action: "Time to summon the worst trolls in existance." I summon several thousand Pricey12345 clones (which do not need a soul because they have none), then have them unleash horribly thought out and horribly broken attacks at the godmodder. The godmodder kills several dozen clones in the first round, but they out-swarm him, then unleash "speed hacks" (aka taking 10 actions per round when the normal limit is 3) to evade all incoming fire and counter-godmod the godmodder. The godmodder, in desperation, uses the Banhammer to ban all the clones, but is locked out when the clones just ignore the ban somehow and it ends up making it as if the ban never happened. The godmodder only survives because his Anti-Pricey12345 turret shows up just before he is overwhelmed. And in case you really have no clue who he is, lets make one thing clear: he is a NASTY internet troll.
SCP-2317 Action: "I want that key. With the godmodder distracted, it should be easy." I attempt to use the fact that I am a God Of Destruction to unleash a concentrated destruction bolt to break the Divinium Pillar. Naturally, it fails. "Damn! The defenses are too strong! But there is one thing that can still work..." I call on memories I inherited from Crusher48, specifically those on the Weath Ray. The Weath Ray is designed to have enough power to breach ANYTHING, even a pillar made out of Bedrock, Barriers, Divinium, or what have you. After all, it was based on an SCP Foundation design for destroying indestructible entities (in fact, I think they just used it to terminate SCP-682). Problem is, the only organization that currently possesses them is the Fleetmind, and they would probably have enough power to vaporize me in one hit if they seriously had to, making it nearly impossible to hijack from them. I attempt to find a solution to this problem, and find one: I can concentrate my energy to create my own Weath Ray blast. The only issue is the OP Scale. I need enough power to actually be able to do this. I remember the fact that since I cast a Curse on Pricey to trap him in an infinite respawn loop to give me his soul several dozen times over, this also applies to the Pricey clones. However, the clones have no soul, so that doesn't work. I need another source of power, so I cast the Curse of The Holocaust, trapping all the Jewish players in an infinite respawn loop that actually gives me souls. I then also go forward in time to right before the charges are made worthless and grab all the unused charges before they expire so that I have additional power.
With that power issue out of the way, I summon all my power to summon a Weath Ray system made out of pure energy, and manage to keep it stable for long enough to fire right at the Key. "You fools thought I was allied with you? I was just waiting for the chance to crash the server. With the Key gone, the Narrative will fail, and the server cannot survive without it." However, the Key is still there. Though the blast punched right through the Divinium Pillar as expected, the Narrative managed to concentrate ALL of the plot armor and somehow let the Key itself survive, making this only slightly derailing to the plot. However, I use telekinesis to grab the Key myself, as well as the Narrative contained inside it. "Alright, Godmodder, metaphor time. This train, is the plot. The force field around it is The Narrative, which tries to stop attempts to derail the train. is this force field. Normally, it works fairly well. But this Weath Ray cannon is more powerful than the Narrative, and punches right through it, shattering the force field. But instead of derailing the train, I am hijacking it. The Narrative is mine. With my control of the plot, you cannot stop me."
The Godmodder counters the entire attack with the fact that ERR has been completely and utterly erased from existence, so no mirror images of him can ever be created or used in attacks ever again!
The whole point of distracting the Godmodder is so he doesn't nope any attempts to get the Key! The Godmodder converts the entire ground into Slime Blocks and causes Notch to bounce extremely high up into the ceiling, giving the Godmodder enough time to push SCP-2317 out of the way entirely and judo throw him out of the Tower and to the ground! He promptly dies of fall damage, since the Tower is hundreds of blocks high and there's no water around to break the fall!
Ok, so here's the deal with my charged stuffs; I have the RPLS-SH fully charged, with roughly 200 posts of upgrades and using a 10 post charge as ammo. I have the A/E-IC, which is an alternate form of ammunition for the RPLS-SH, some 50 posts charged from a separate module of said that has a good 120+ posts in it, along with all twelve Eldritch Beta Troll Alchemies. Aside from that, I have four 50 post attacks, some of them completed and stored a while ago, which have no theme assigned to them. All of these, assuming I cannot save them further, I'll be using in this battle. I do not, however, have the time to write all that out just now, so PLZ NO TWINJA.
Wow. That really is a lot... Most of this should have been used already, but whatever. Unleash them, and do it quickly.
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (summons monsters to do my bidding that are represented by Unicode characters) (1/?)
Action
I pull out a graphing puzzle and force the Godmodder to solve it:
1. Beginning at (0, 0), draw a line up 12 units.
2. Then draw a line 3 units in the +x direction.
3. With a compass, place your needle on (3, 9) and your pencil on (3, 12) and swivel around 180 degrees clockwise.
4. Draw a line 3 units in the left direction from where you ended your swivel.
5. Draw a straight line with its endpoints at (3, 6) and (6, 0).
6. Next, move to (6, 0). Draw a line to (8, 0).
7. Draw a perpendicular segment on the line that bisects the line you just drew, spanning from y = 0 to y = 12.
8. Draw a line of equal length and orientation to the line in step 6 on the line y = 12.
9. Draw an arc with its center at (18, 8) spanning 180 degrees counterclockwise from the +x direction.
10. Draw another arc mirrored from the arc in part 9 across the line y = 6.
11. Join the left sides of the arcs with a straight line.
12. Draw a line identical to the line in part 7, on the line x = 24.
13. Draw another line identical to the line in part 7, on the line x = 30.
14. Connect the midpoints of the two lines you just drew.
15. Draw a line from (32, 0) to (36, 12).
16. Draw a line from (36, 12) to (40, 0).
17. Connect the midpoints of the two lines you just drew.
18. Replicate the result of steps 1 to 5, shifted 42 units to the right.
19. Draw a line 12 units up from (50, 0).
20. Draw two segments parallel to each other, one starting at (50, 0) and the other starting at (50, 12).
21. Draw two arcs of 90 degrees starting from the endpoints of the two segments spanning 90 degrees and ending at (56, 3) for the lower part and (56, 9) for the upper part.
22. With the center at (3, -3), draw an arc spanning 270 degrees in the counterclockwise direction from the point (6, -3).
23. Reposition your center to (3, -9) and draw another arc spanning 270 degrees in the clockwise direction.
24. Draw two parallel vertical lines of 9 units each, starting at (8, 0) and (14, 0).
25. Connect the parallel vertical lines at the bottom with a semicircular arc that opens upward.
26. Draw two intersecting lines symmetrical along the line x = 19, with their endpoints on the four corners of a rectangle 6 units wide and 12 units tall with its upper edge on the x-axis.
It produces the text "RICHARD SUX". While the Godmodder rages over this, I pull out a Befunge esolangtal and have it attack the Godmodder with Befunge damage.
The Unicoders && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (Level 9: 1/10)
The Godmodder is dumbfounded that the attack worked! Notch pummels him into the wall, but the Godmodder recovers and quickly creates a herd of Diamond Wolves that mercilessly chase Notch and hunt him down!
My Action: "Remember those Chuck Norris Stims I still have from the first game? Yeah I still have them." I inject Notch with Chuck Norris Stims. Normally, anyone using Chuck Norris Stims would be anhillated by the ACN Turret (in fact, they were better used to make the ACN Turret shoot at a target than as a buff effect, though they did contribute to his death the first time after the ACN Turret was destroyed). However, I can use The Narrative's power to render the ACN Turret useless. Because this trial is supposed to end in a climactic battle between Notch and The Godmodder, the ACN Turret cannot just shoot Notch down because that ruins the plot. Unless SCP-2317 actually took over The Narrative like he claims to have done, but I would not believe that delusional idiot.
SCP-2317 Action: I call upon the combined energies of The Hijacked Narrative and the Future Charges. I then use Weath Rays to surgically remove a portion of the Paanuri (which was already disrupted by the teleport-based Weath Ray blast last attack) and place it in an Anomaly Hammer I just called up, giving it extreme weight. I then cover the area in total darkness so I can call upon SCP-173's super speed ability (the same one it uses to neck snap things). However, instead of using that ability to neck snap, I use it with my Anomaly Hammer to slam into the Godmodder from all sides several hundred times in the blink of an eye for massive damage (even if one attack misses I simply go for the next hit), each hit being powerful enough to break his bones and slam him several hundred meters out into the air independently (but that doesn't happen because of the combo effect). I finish the massive combo by gaining height, then super-speeding up to insane speeds to turn my final hammer strike into a hit powerful enough to slam the godmodder back down through all the floors of the tower into the roots of Ygraddil or whatever. I then replace Notch in the duel, because Crusher48 was stupid enough to think I was not powerful enough to hijack The Narrative (I was, you idiot!)
Becoming injected with Chuck Norris Stims doesn't mean that you're going to be targeted by the ACN Turret Tank! The Godmodder then steals your Stims right before you inject Notch with them and injects them into himself, removing any harmful substances they might contain before he does so, and roundhouse kicks Notch through the ceiling! Notch comes back, but it's evident he's seen some things up in the never-ending, icy cold, soul sucking darkness of space.
"Alright, it's time to finish this!...even though I just got here and don't really know what's going on." Generator says. He pulls out his command block and hooks it up to a clock, which spams the Godmodder with /title commands saying "NOOBNOOBNOOBNOOBNOOB" in bold letters. While this distracts Richard, he sneaks up from behind and slashes out with his scythe, quickly retreating.
You are not OP on the server, so you do not have access to Command Blocks!
Hank pulls out the emerald nova, and the nether spire, he sticks the nether spire into the spot where the emerald nova's ammo usually goes, and in a massive combo lightning-firestorm, sprays massive amounts of destructive energy everywhere.
Eric reaches into his cloak and pulls out two weapons. The mini pistol from MIB, and the Terra Blade, from Terraria.
Empower
Using this ability, Eric begins bounces among the godmodder clones, using the pistol to launch himself between groups, as well as to blow up groups of the decoys as well, using the terra blade to cleave a path of destruction as he flies.
And then the TARDIS rises up, spinning...
And the doors open up, the following being announced through the speaker system.
Present for you Richard!!!
The energy obliterator, having charged up passively since the end of Act 2, fires, tearing a massive hole straight through EVERYTHING.
And then it fires again, and again, and again.
The most powerful laser cannon used without OP scale nerfing in the history of DTG, now being used in wave-motion gun fashion, due to sheer amount of overcharge time.
Everyone turns as this message goes out in the chat.
Massive ladders and ramps unfold up to the top of the tower from below.
Godcraft is liberating itself.
Although no match for the godmodder himself, decoys...
Those might have a harder time against the elite of Godcraft. And there are many.
The SS Omega itself, booted right out of the Creative server, rises into view, unleashing its many cannons upon the decoys of the godmodder, followed by a number of other weapons and ships assembled through the use of alchemized items and assorted weaponry, combined with the fighting power of every single player that can get up the ramps. And when they go down, someone else takes their place. And endless onslaught of angry players, equipped with the best the alchemiter has to offer.
By this point in time, the energy obliterator has run out of power.
So the firing team takes their turn.
The form of the TARDIS shifts... Look like someone fixed the chameleon circuit. It transforms into a massive gunship, the open side revealing the center room being full of lots of people with ranged attacks of different kinds, and a firestorm of bullets, arrows, explosives, magic missiles, other spells and assorted attacks rains down upon the decoys.
Hank jumps up, and with some fiddly time shenanigans in the inner mechanisms of the TARDIS, reloads the emerald nova, and joins the rest of the group in spraying projectiles everywhere.
I think that's good enough for my attack, since I can't post after right now.
You use the Emerald Nova and the Nether Spire to create a bullet lightning flaming amalgamation, the name of which sounds like it was ripped straight from Scribblenauts. The Godmodder, who has Projectile Protection and Fire Protection on his armor, views the thing as nothing more than a grandiose light show.
All the Godmodder Clones have exploded, but the dump truck itself has not! It launches itself right at the TARDIS and knocks the Energy Obliterator off of alignment! It fires through the ceiling and creates a jagged hole that cuts through the entire Tower, creating massive explosions that rain shrapnel on everyone, blocking several random attacks this turn as a result! The shrapnel ends up causing the Godmodder to lose his footing, giving Notch several opportunities to attack...
The Godmodder points out that you are not the one who decides what the millions of players on GodCraft do, I am.
As the wave of bullet hell surges towards the Godmodder, he makes no attempt to move, letting the surge of projectiles wash over him like a hot shower. And for someone with Projectile Protection -1, it is. Then it starts to sting a bit and the Godmodder realizes he has to do something. He takes out a Degreaser with infinite airblast and blasts all of the explosives (bar the bullets which continue to do nothing) back at the TARDIS! They rain through any shields the machine may have and end up attacking the weapons systems directly, taking many out and preventing further attack!
I pull out inpure's shovel and use what I've learned before...
Suddenly, the Godmodder finds that his Banhammer is no longer being loaded.
I also set up a constant barrage of Wither Skulls in the Godmodder's face while I'm at it, for good measure. I don't think there's a vanilla enchant that blocks Withering...
I even attempt to un-load the Divinium Pillar, however sequence-breaking that may be.
The Godmodder /invsees you and pulls Inpure's Shovel from your inventory, using it to un-load itself and restore the Banhammer! The Godmodder then bans all of the Wither Skulls from existence.
16/50 Magnificent Manes Men's Hair Club
16/50 Atlanta Meat Armor
13/14 Thu'um Boombox
I ponder my next step. I don't like where this is going. I overheal Serpent with the No Joke and attempt to combine my charges so i can summon the Magnificent Manes Men's Hair Club early. Otherwise, it might fail when we get to Trial 6. It would look something like this.
Magnificent Manes Men's Hair Club (16 Charges) + Atlanta Meat Armor (16 Charges) + Thu'um Boombox (13 Charges) = Magnificent Manes Men's Hairborn Club (45/50 Charges)
If this combination works i won't have to worry about railroad allegiance or losing charges. And i get to be a mad scientist again which is kinda supposed to be my shtick.
Lothyra pulls out a remote control. In fact, you notice that it is the exact same remote control that summoned the Zerg Swarm back in the MBotA. She presses the button. Nothing happens for a minute or two, but then you all see a remote twinkling in the sky. It grows into an orange streak, then finally a rapidly descending meteor. It slams into the top of the Tower. When the smoke settles, you see a large, drop-pod shaped metal canister, still glowing from the heat of reentry.
D3c3nt c0mpl3t3. Start1ng d3pl0ym3nt.
The drop-pod's sides jettison, falling to the ground. Inside, you the the slouched figure of a mech resembling a Titan (from Titanfall). However, there are notable differences. It is painted jet black, sports a larger version of the Mini Antimak, and has one computer panel.
B00t1ng up ma1n c0mput3r. Act1vat1ng P3r1ph3ry d1str0. Assum1ng d1r3ct c0ntr0l.
The computer panel lights up, displaying an iconic glowing red light.
The HAL-mech's legs suddenly start moving, taking the HAL-mech to the duel between The Godmodder and Notch. Right when the Godmodder is about to land a blow...
The HAL-mechs railguns are loaded with antimatter bullets and all open fire on the Godmodder. (The HAL-Mech is just a more powerful version of UU-Prime. I didn't summon him as an entity. He will disappear at the end of Trial 5.) That's the Futurama Gang's cue. Fry and Leela both board the Planet Express Ship 2.0, with the former manning the turret and the latter flying. The Planet Express Ship 2.0 unleashes a barrage of laser fire and antimatter torpedoes. The other members of the Planet Express Crew attack Richard with their various weapons. As for Lothyra...
I think it is time. While doing this may be incredibly stupid and dangerous, it may harm Richard. Now, fellow Players,
*Pause for effect.*
why do you think I created ten engineering decads?
1 r3c0mm3nd that y0u d0 n0t d0 what y0u ar3 plann1ng. Th3 0dds 0f 1t turn1ng 0ut badly ar3-
Never tell me the odds. Well, tell me the odds most of the time. But not now.
She then picks one d10 from the Endeavor's Decad, Reaper's Decad, Biotechnical Decad, Toxic Decad, Construction's Decad, Electrified Decad, Material Decad, Hiroshima's Decad, Miniaturized Decad, and Computerized Decad. 10d10s. She then rolls all of them at the Godmodder, when they land, they create the... MY GOD... they create the... ENGINEERING SPADER!
GALLIUM ARSENIDE: A chemical compound that acts as a semiconductor.
Gallium Arsenide && Computer = G.A. Computer (Level 2: 1/3)
The Godmodder notices the HAL-Mech walking towards him and Notch. Right when the HAL-Mech is about to land a blow...
GODMODDER: I'm sorry, HAL-Mech. I'm afraid I can't let you do that.
The mech's railguns become plugged with blocks - blocks made of normal matter. The antimatter comes into contact with them and a huge jam occurs, blowing up all of the mech's weapon systems instantly. The Godmodder pulls up a glass shield to block the lasers (since glass obviously repels mirrors), causing the mirrors to bounce around a bunch and hit all of the antimatter torpedos, prematurely detonating them and knocking out the Planet Express Crew.
The Spader becomes hostile the instant it is summoned and begins to attack everyone and everything with beams of pure science! The Godmodder erases the pips from the dice, and the Spader loses its power and disappears.
Biumbra mourns the fact that he was too late to help Team Excavate, and heals Asharon instead.
Night's Edge 2/5
Psiiswitch 4/5
Psiichip && Scorpio Pendant
Umbral Ultımatum 13/20
Project Biumbra 9/20
Spire Repair Droid 4/10
The Consciousness is a very powerful endgame entity and a 50-post churg that I do not want to waste. Is there any currently any use for entities? If not, I do not want to waste a 50-post churg, so tellme if entities become relevant again.
Also, due to Team Excavate's success, Project Biumbra is currrently irrelevant. Can I merge it with Umbral Ultımatum?
The Godmodder immediately goes into a panic attack since he doesn't want to become food! Notch beats him up some more until the Godmodder recovers, determined to push on...
+3,000 HP to Asharon!
Psiichip && Scorpio Pendant = Cobalt Psiichip (Level 8: 1/9)
There is now, but there won't be soon. If you want to use it, use it right now.
I protect Notch from the bad jokes by reminding him that we're using the Internet, and people are bound to be stupid. This lowers his expectations and the jokes do not affect him.
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x33, Ultramarine, Militarism, Gib Eclipse. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x3, 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, Sonic's Shoes, The Thoughtporter, Wiki Cueball, Indigo Defense x1, Vis Defense x1, The TP Toggler, Destroyer Defense, Archenemy, Guardmetal, Ultracircle, Tablet Alchemiter, EMP Defense, Protection Defense
Wilson's Shop: $294
Battlefield: I order a picnic globestrike on the godmodder
+2 to Wilson
The Communist Manifesto AND Duplicator AND Camera AND Azure Essence 9/11
Mold Breaker TM AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 2/11
Build Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 1/11
The Godmodder sucks up all the food into a cornucopia on reverse and then spits it all out at Notch!
This is it! It's time to attack the godmodder! I send the godmodder on the second-to-last part of my practical joke, bringing it out of its hiatus!
PART 20.5: THE SUMMARY: After going to the treasure chamber and finding that it was locked, the prankee had to complete the challenges of awesomeness to get the key. But they found the last challenge was locked too, and to get to it they had to go through the acts of amazing. But the last act was also locked, and now they need to go through the feats of bravery. Some things relating to my previous prank parts may have been retconned, because I forget. Today, the prank recipient is the godmodder!
PART 21: FEATS OF DARING 1: FEAT OF PHILIP: The godmodder must slay 1,000,000 people named Philip. After looking through phone books for several months, the godmodder puts the total number of Philips in the world at several thousand, not a million! I tell the godmodder to kill a million anyway. Aggravated, he summons 1 million Philipbeasts in his ULTIMATE MOB FARM! But it turns out that Philipbeasts are mob-farm proof, so they all escape the mob farm and maul the godmodder to death until he kills them!
PART 22: FEATS OF DARING 2: FEAT OF PICKLES: The godmodder must eat 1,000,000,000 pickles in one second. The godmodder begs me to make the challenge easier, so I mash the pickles into a sticky paste, but make the pickles poisonous in exchange. The godmodder uses a time-dilation field, but it turns out that I poisoned that too! Every single second (in time-dilation-field-time, so seconds the godmodder experiences) the power of the poison squares itself. How fast can the godmodder eat?
PART 23: FEATS OF DARING 3: FEAT OF FEAR: The godmodder must learn how to fear. In order to fear, he must fear the worlds tiniest mouse too much to try and kill it. The mouse can talk, and is constantly taunting the godmodder. Pretty much every aspect of the godmodder's personality prevents him from fearing the mouse, so at last he attacks the mouse... only for the most to leap down his throat to get at his intestines. Richard is quickly taught fear.
PART 24: FEATS OF DARING 4: FEAT OF FAR: The godmodder must travel to the far lands, and camp out there for a day. The godmodder objects, saying that OBVIOUSLY he can't leave the battlefield now! I permit him to use a time dilation field, so he accepts... but of course, it's poisoned! THe godmodder must camp out for a whole day in the field! Also, poison-immune bears love to attack the campsite and steal the godmodder's anti-poison medication.
The godmodder realizes that the last feat isn't actually locked... but he's TIRED of pursuing this treasure that he isn't even sure is real! He's just going to rest...
The Godmodder sits down and rests after that huge quest, and is helpless to see Notch tower over him and promptly start beating him up! Only after drinking several recovery items does the Godmodder get back into fighting, bringing the duel back into a stalemate!
Onyx Obol && Bringer (In Rifle Form) = Deathbringer 5/9
I look at the godmodder, then notch. Suddenly, I have a realization. I have been blessed with the power from the god of memes. God of memes. God memes. Godmemer. It's meme. I'm the Godmemer. The air suddenly vaporizes all around the battle and is replaced with memes. The godmodder's lungs are filled with memes. I then replace the memes with 9000x the air, and then with memes and then with air and then with memes and then with air. Wait... 3 replaces of memes? ILLUMINAMEME CONFIRMED! The godmodder is dumbfounded by the stupidimeme.
The Godmodder is dumbfounded, but nothing else happens.
I wield the shovel like Chuck Norris and bring it down on...Oh dear, I missed and hit the ACNTT. Looks like it's been un-loaded though. ...ALL HAIL CHUCK NORRIS!
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 1/11
Gemini Pin && Psionic Program = Gold Psionic Program 4/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 8/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-16, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-7, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
I notice the Engineering Spader, and suck all its luck out to turn it into a standard d6.We don't need something that terrible. I then casually attempt to disembowel Richard with the Roleplaybliterator.
I quickly build dozens of wooden Merenguys, which I manipulate to dance for the Godmodder! The dance is... hypnotic, and the Godmodder is forced to stare at them! All of them! And to prevent the Godmodder from simply smashing them all right away, a stasis field is located around the Merenguy Army, which will automatically trigger if the Godmodder comes within range of it! Said Stasis field also can't effect the wooden Mereguys, too; the dance will continue!
As the Godmodder stares ahead, towards the Merenguys, I walk up behind him, and backstab him with 47 knives at once.
(Merenguy: An enemy from Kid Icarus: Uprising, which forces the play to look at it, because of it's fabulous dance.)
=COMMAND=
>Garen: Judgement on Tingle!
>Abathur: Spawn moar locusts! (Locust.entity: Attack Tingle!)
>Symbiote(Alsmiffy): Use Stab on Tingle!
>Symbiote(Garen): Use Stab on Tingle!
Notch becomes distracted too, rendering the first half of the attack null! The Godmodder had 47 Razorbacks on, so he is unaffected by the knives!
Staff of the Mind Magus && Indigo Flames = Staff of the Mind Demon 5/6
I duplicate the Indigo Flames.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 30/50. (+1 from Gutza)
Flames of Blue, Devouring Black 25/25. (+1 from Gutza) COMPLETE! EXECUTING...
I pull out the Indigo Flames that I just duplicated, as well as the Rod of Phyrexia. The Flames infuse themselves into the Rod, completing its powers. I hold up the Rod, its Phyrexian tip now burning with a heatless blue flame that suddenly shifts to black, and then to blue again. I point the Rod to the sky and let loose a maelstrom of blue flames, heat washing over everyone around. The flames shift to black again, oil now infused into the flame in microscopic droplets. Hah. Now I don't have to toss globs of oil around to infect entities and people, I can simply hit people with the black flame, heatless if I want them to not notice. And, of course, I can now enter or otherwise influence the mindscapes of people I infect with the oil, further allowing a whole myriad of uses. Heck, I could certainly just use the blue flame from this rod to enter someone's mindscape unassisted, but the link provided by the oil would likely allow much more control and influence than even the Flame's intended use, scrying.
I test out the newly perfected Rod by firing a salvo of fiery blue lances at the Godmodder.
The Godmodder sets up a shield of Ghasts around him that are immune to fire! Notch has to fight through the Ghasts before taking on the Godmodder again...
Well desperate times call for desperate measures. The Godmodder will have to deal with it, and it will allow Notch an opportunity to strike.
Lothyra then takes out The Heavy Light, sets it to drill mode, and starts drilling the Godmodder.
Meanwhile, on the Planet Express Ship 2.0...
Hey Fry! How's the turret going!
He keeps dodging my lasers.
Darn. What does he have? A degree in dodging lasers?
A communications channel opens.
Actually he does.
How do you know?
I've read the records of the First Godmodding War.
And?
Nothing. Just wanted you to know.
The channel closes.
You know what? I'm going to use the original purpose of the Planet Express Ship.
How?
The ship is a cargo ship.
Well I don't see how it matters.
Fry, please don't talk and keep shooting. I need to focus.
Leela then deploys the Electrowinch.
Now.
She pilots the ship towards Bender.
On the ground...
HEY RICHARD GET A LOAD OF THIS!
Bender then uses Supercell on the Godmodder. However, right after his battle technique is finished, the Planet Express Ship 2.0 flies over and...
Aww cra-fhjksdfsfkjkfkldsajfkl SHE'LL BE COMING AROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES! SHE'LL BE COMING AROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES! SHE'LL BE COMING-
The Electrowinch pulls the glitching-out Bender up with its electromagnetic force.
Now for the tricky part.
Leela flies straight towards the Godmodder.
Steady. Steady. NOW!
She shuts off the Electrowinch's electromagnet.
OH SHE'LL BE- OH CRAP I'M FLYING STRAIGHT AT HIM!
The Godmodder now has a face full of Bender's ass.
OWW HE BIT IT!
Meanwhile, the rest of the Futurama Gang continue their barrage. The HAL-Mech continues to fire tons of antimatter bullets out of its railguns.
You remind me of a certain heavy.
Allus10n n0t3d.
The Godmodder seals himself inside a laser-proof sphere and then uses /toggledownfall to completely counteract SUPERCELL!
ಠ_à²
The Godmodder telekinetically seizes the Futurama Gang so they can't attack!
I ERECT. A ROBOTIC SHIELD. AROUND RICHARD. TO BLOCK. SOME ATTACKS. AND SAVE HIS TIME.
I teleport the Godmodder into a room full of screaming Foxy animatronics, unnerving and distracting him.
Iiiiiiire. I need to get to Tabletopia. Unfortunately, it seems to be outside the range of the Green Sun. I need a way there. Can you provide me with such a way?
i summon microsoft bob, in order to re-en/\ct clippy /\nd drive him ins/\ne.
The Chaos Incarnation attacks Tingle.
The Robotic Shield will block the next two attacks against the Godmodder!
Blocked due to the Robotic Shield!
Blocked due to the... Robotic Shield. Huh. That was dumb.
I tell The Great And Holy Notch not to open the spoilers Proof keeps sending his way, retroactively.
I then do an Everysword Fractal. Which is, Everysword, (xinfinity)|: made of Everyswords, made of Everyswords, :| (that's a repeat for all you non-musicians.)
I follow that by manifesting every sword with the infinite Everyswords, and using their combined powers to do every attack at once on the Godmodder.
And by all the swords, I mean, all the swords that it is actually safe to manifest (not the jokechemy swords, unless you can make them manifest at a small enough size to be legal)
I then deploy all my HALI arrays save one to put up HALI walls around the Godmodder so that he cannot move out. And they continually reform about him as he teleports.
The Godmodder chooses to temporarily remove the restrictions on your computer that make it so GodCraft never lag, resulting in your computer promptly exploding due to the strain of handling everything on the server (plus an infinite fractal) at once. If you don't have a computer and are instead using a computer analogue, that becomes affected instead.
I swat the Godmodder. The kind where you send a S.W.A.T. team to their house. The S.W.A.T. team is actually the Illuminati, and Richard is killed for knowing about the Illuminati. I am not, of course, because I am the leader of the-*static plays*
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x33, Ultramarine, Militarism, Gib Eclipse. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x3, 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, Sonic's Shoes, The Thoughtporter, Wiki Cueball, Indigo Defense x1, Vis Defense x1, The TP Toggler, Destroyer Defense, Archenemy, Guardmetal, Ultracircle, Tablet Alchemiter, EMP Defense, Protection Defense
Wilson's Shop: $296
Battlefield: I start a conga line, making the godmodder want to join despite the situation
+2 to Wilson
The Communist Manifesto AND Duplicator AND Camera AND Azure Essence 10/11
Mold Breaker TM AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 3/11
Build Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 2/11
The Godmodder uses all of his willpower to not join in on the conga line! Soon, everyone, even Notch, has joined in! The Godmodder promptly hires a Demoman to sticky-trap the conga before it's too late! Everyone is blown sky-high...
But... but... I like all my shiny entities and charges... Most of my creativity goes into those entities, not my attacks. But, I'll try anyway. I think I know what will make Richard really, really angry.
Ever so calmly, I walk up to Richard. Not to attack him, or force his attention elsewhere, but just to talk to him.
"Hey. You've said time and time again that your goal is to be the biggest, baddest guy out there and to make everyone else rage quit. So, let me tell you personally, eye to eye, that you are, a massive failure. Remember when I said that you'd have to do something pretty big to compare to Scratch? Yeah. What I said back then was true. And you failed. In terms of the stakes, you're not the ultimate boss. Scratch was. That overgrown Homestuck reference has pulled the spotlight away from you not once, but twice. And in fact, both times the spotlight has shined brighter on him than it did on you. There was more anger and hatred towards Scratch than there ever was against you. And he was more powerful than you as well. Remember that time when you collected all the Ancestral Artifacts and led everyone out into the void? You were at your prime then. And then Scratch bonked you with that arm hammer thing and you were out for the count. In ONE hit. And then Scratch had us fight for the fate of everything or whatever. Where as you are just fighting against Notch in some tower. Whose battle do you think has the higher stakes? You want to be the center of attention, but face it, you've failed all the time. The Vord overshadowed you, Scratch overshadowed you twice, The Operator overshadowed you, and now there's probably going to be something with the Employer, who will overshadow you again, and Nether, even WILSON overshadowed you in some small way. People are so non threatened by you that they plan to host raves rather than attack you. Remember that? That was great fun. You're not scaring anyone, you're never the center of attention for long, and just about anyone can pull the spotlight away from you. You. Have. Failed. Every time you think this is it, you're going to have the center stage, someone is more important than you. How sad really."
Edit - "Even in the Hunger Games simulation, you've never won a game even though I gave you +10 to all stats. And, in the latest simulation, you were the third to die. Out of 60 tributes. You died before Pricy, who has 0 in all stats and every negative passive in the game. How disappointing."
Commands: Entities are kinda pointless right now... Which is the point really...
- Alexiron: riptide on Asharon. MANA: 5/8
- Asharon: Heat Therapy on Alexiron
Terrain: 20% Ash, 20% Water.
Potion of Abroasa +1
Bottled Foxfire (the holy white electric flame Laiko used) &&& gold nugget &&& Hosi-No-Tama Shard &&& black opal = Bottle Hosi Fire 5/10
Cauldron || (fog machine &&& brewing stand) = Noxious Cauldron DONE
Well, now that entities are useless, I might as well say this: I thought that Wilson would have died by now, which is why I kept that 50/50 charge in storage. But, because everyone loves Wilson as much as their second born child, he lived. I was going to use that charge to summon him back, but as either Ascendent Wilson or Ascendent Laiko, depending on which mode he had died on. And those... oh boy... did I have some plans for those. They were going to be super complex, and super OP as well. I was going to think more about them when Wilson was down below about 75,000 health, so I didn't have them fully worked out. But Ascendent Wilson had been planned to have a mechanic where he changes the composition of the air around him. Depending on which chemicals are in the air, he can instantly brew different kinds of potions and use them as weapons. Ascendent Laiko would have a system where depending on which of the 13 species of Kitsune he channels, his foxfire would change and have different effects. That, and he also gains some buffs based on the phase of the moon. Well, Twin is probably happy that Wilson never died.
Ooo! That was neat! Can... can I just ask one question? Who is the guy with the beard? Is he a good guy? Well, I shouldn't say that. That would be a naive way of looking at the world as white and black, right and wrong. Something that the Godmodder does actually. But still, who is he?
Time freezes. The duel stops, every player's movement ceases, the storm raging above the Tower subsides. Only you and the Godmodder are unaffected. The Godmodder walks over to you, unblinking.
GODMODDER:
GODMODDER:
GODMODDER: Heh. How could I be a massive failure when, prior to this, I've had millions of players eternally raging over the hell that they've been trapped in for a year?
GODMODDER: They can't do anything but sit and watch. The only thing they can do is sit down at their computer and wonder what sort of thing's going to screw them over this time.
GODMODDER: They try to leave, but they can't. Sure, the effect's worn out for some, but there are always others who will just get caught, hook and sinker.
GODMODDER: All of you are immune to this effect, only because you all are the only ones that stood up and did something back at day one. Thirty out of fifteen million.
The Godmodder paces around.
GODMODDER: Thirty players out of millions, are the only ones not caught in this trap. I don't consider that a failure at all.
GODMODDER: And I'm just as upset at Scratch as you are, you know. Me going Psi-Godmodder was supposed to be the final event, the thing that would make everyone kneel! ...But then. Well, you know.
GODMODDER: I could have became the Psi. I was distracted with Alpha, too busy talking with him to notice Scratch.
GODMODDER: But whatever. The Psi-Godmodder is old news now. I've found something much better.
GODMODDER: Power infinitely greater, and yet much more obtainable.
GODMODDER: You seriously think a rooftop duel with the creator of Minecraft is my final plan?
GODMODDER: Of course this doesn't have higher stakes than fighting the Psi-Godmodder.
GODMODDER: What happens next...
GODMODDER: That's another story. One you'd better hope you're not around for.
Time unfreezes. The Godmodder was so distracted with that conversation that Notch jumps him and proceeds to aggress the Godmodder for a bit before the Godmodder breaks free of Notch's grip and the duel continues!
GODMODDER: OH, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I guess some things never change.
"Hey. Richard. Even I, one of the very people that you're trying to get mad at you, managed to briefly overshadow you, whether you realize it or not. It might not be that sad that you rank lower than the Vord, Scratch, the Operator, the Employer... But I outdid you. And, speaking from a perspective of how tactically minded I am not, that's worse than pathetic. That's just outright sad."
After a 5 second pause, the Godmodder suddenly gets jumpscared by Phantom Balloon Boy.
Component A: 17/50
Component B: 17/50
The Godmodder is unfazed by the comment and the jumpscare, since he knows BB isn't fatal!
I jump into the air, do a double-360-all-around-triple-deluxe-suplex-spin, perform thirteen backflips, nineteen cartwheels, four hundred and seventeen renditions of The Tell-Tale Heart, and one, I repeat, one handstand. Unfortunately, the audience has seen better, and they are not impressed. A crowd of elitist snobs get up and throw various food items at me. Particularly tomatos. Unfortunately for the Godmodder, he happened to be the director of this particular show, and so I redirect the angry capitalist pigs towards the Godmodder, and watch as his primitive medieval cutlery reacts with the chemicals in the tomatos and poisons him.
Your double-360-spin ends up attracting some MLG pros who want to 360-noscope you to show off their awesome circular spinning skillz. They end up 360-noscoping everyone but you and the Godmodder, killing everyone in the crowd. Yeah, they have terrible aim.
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x33, Ultramarine, Militarism, Gib Eclipse. Potion of Vis x27, The Redstick, Potion of Nectar x3, 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, Sonic's Shoes, The Thoughtporter, Wiki Cueball, Indigo Defense, Vis Defense, The TP Toggler, Destroyer Defense, Archenemy, Guardmetal, Ultracircle, Tablet Alchemiter, EMP Defense, Protection Defense
Wilson's Shop: $298
Battlefield: I use the blue electrode on the godmodder, causing him much pain
+2 to Wilson
The Communist Manifesto AND Duplicator AND Camera AND Azure Essence 11/11
Mold Breaker TM AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 4/11
Build Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 3/11
Okay, I use all my charges to infuse these:
The Azure Armoury AND Ultramatter Grenade AND Name Tag = The Azure Armoury V2
The Ultraband AND The Thoughtporter AND Name Tag = The Ultraband V2
The Godmodder sticks his left arm out, the Godarm! The cobalt orb on the arm appears to absorb all of the lasers and release them through the air instead.
CAPTCHAROID DUPLICATOR: A Captcharoid Camera that will duplicate potentially infinite copies of whatever item it takes a picture of that can be shared with others.
THE AZURE ARMORY V2: An upgraded version of the Azure Armory that now has the ability to fire Ultramatter Grenades.
THE ULTRABAND V2: An upgraded version of the Ultraband that now has the ability to let the wearer teleport anywhere they can think of.
Crossover Attack!! 26/50 ???/50 Death Incarnate 19/40
...really? 19/20
+2 to Irecreeper
Konami Code Activator 5/6
I pop open an assist trophy from SSB4. A nintendog pops out! It gets all up in the face of the Godmodder! I take this opportunity to bomb him with an airstrike!
I also sacrifice my 40-post charge to help my 50-post charge. How much will that charge be now?
The Godmodder, who can't see what he's doing, gets hit by the airstrike, completely distracted! Once the Nintendog subsides, the Godmodder resumes the fight...
My Action: I cast a spell on the godmodder, reducing his speed.
SCP-2317 Action: I fire another concentrated Weath Ray blast, this time directly at the godmodder. Since I removed his plot armor, his head disintegrates and he drops dead.
Paanuri Action: The Paanuri attempts to recover by summoning a black hole. The black hole sucks a random entity into it, then reduces the amount of Strength the Paanuri Fragment loses.
The Godmodder drinks a speed potion!
The Godmodder throws a white hole into the black hole, destroying them both!
Staff of the Mind Magus && Indigo Flames = Staff of the Mind Demon 6/6 COMPLETE! I examine it before moving on.
I alchemize Upgraded Alchegloves && Magic-to-Grist Converter and Upgraded Pocket Alchemiter && Magic-to-Grist Converter.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 33/50. (+2 from Gutza)
I once again call on the powers of the Rod of Phyrexia, and engulf the Godmodder in a whirling storm of black flame. If any touches him, I immediately send mind-shattering pulses of blue and black mana through the link formed by the glistening oil.
STAFF OF THE MIND DEMON: A staff that makes channeling blue mana easier. Blue mana is the mana of thought and knowledge, and could potentially use the abilities of Indigo Flames.
CONVERTING ALCHEGLOVES + POCKET ALCHEMITER: Two Alchemiter-based devices that can take in magic and convert them into grist, charging up their item production.
The Godmodder calls upon the reserves of the Nether and sends a legion of Blazes to their deaths, sacrificing them to take the brunt of the oil attack! Notch cannot interfere unless he wants to be one with the oil as well...
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 2/11
Gemini Pin && Psionic Program = Gold Psionic Program 5/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 9/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-9, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (summons monsters to do my bidding that are represented by Unicode characters) (3/?)
Action (If I am dead, I respawn instead.)
I summon Leat Hacksaws to hack at the Godmodder physically! Unfortunately for him, as he is about to block them after wondering what a leat hacksaw even is, they turn into 1337 H4x0rz who begin to hack his code! (So out of ideas)
The Godmodder ends up messing with the 1337 H4x0rs so that they want to target the 60dm0dd3r and not the Godmodder! The 1337 H4x0rs fly away in pursuit, never to return.
I alchemize (Upgraded Alchegloves && Magic-to-Grist Converter) && Thought-Control Interface, likely producing magic-powered alchegloves that can be controlled by thought alone.
I also preview the result of that && Origin Wands. That should be a cool one, if I ever get the chance to make it. Hopefully it'll keep the glove shape.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 34/50.
50/50 x3 EXPENDED!
I float up into the air, the energy of three 50-post charges hypercharging me. I use a tiny amount of the massive power I now enjoy to swipe an idea from the past and greatly improve upon it. Say what you will, that little April Fools trip to Scratch's Manor was very useful from a canon-breaking standpoint.
>CRYSTAL: FINALE ULTIMO - TRANSCENDENT'S ARTS.
Power coalesces around me as I pull a Finale Operandi token from the past. It shatters in my clenched hand, more power swirling into me and an Ubercharge-like aura of purple coalescing as a massive ritual circle draws itself around me. Time to recreate at a much greater power level what originally gave me this ability in the first place. I grasp the Orb of Control tightly, preparing myself for the massive assault on my sanity that will likely soon follow. Items fly out of my inventory, the Orb of Reality, Orb of Origin, and Orb of the Curse placing themselves at precise points drawn into the runes. A pot of violant (The color of uncomfortable, yet necessary, truths and connections) ink coats the glowing runes on the ground. The entire ritual circle begins to shimmer through impossible colors, and the air begins to heat up as is normal for a Finale Operandi, before I abruptly make a switch-flipping motion and the air expediently returns to its normal temperature. "None of that." The entire area begins to glitch out as magic slowly swirls into me, the items gathered in the ritual circle broken down into their component magics and also absorbed. Finally, I look straight up at Build watching through the Update Terminal and grin. "Bye."
>CRYSTAL: EXECUTE.
I flicker completely out of existence itself for what seems like a brief second, and yet also a very long time, to all outside observers, in that single warped eternal second hitting what anyone would consider godlike levels of power. That power takes an almost boringly mundane form, though. I find myself in a seemingly normal room, with a computer sitting at a desk. I walk up to it and find an unfinished post, recounting and responding to the events that have happened so far. So far this... turn? Anyway, it looks like whoever was typing this up left just after finishing it, but before posting it. I sit down and begin to make a few edits, fixing up a post that someone named 'crystalcat' left unfinished as I do so. Looks like they forgot to finish up typing something about a really big, charged attack. Or… distraction? They’re trying to distract someone with a massive amount of attacks, but forgot to type them out and be creative. I
First, a massive bloom of purple light appears around the Godmodder, blinding him! Next a massive set of pillows appears and smacks the Godmodder around a bunch, feathers flying around as if possessed! The feathers themselves begin to tickle the Godmodder everywhere. A blast of magicka appears from nowhere and hits the Godmodder in the back. A cat5 O' 9 tails appears and whips the Godmodder real good. Flandre appears to receive orders from an unknown source, as well as becomes empowered by a strange purple aura, and begins to spam danmaku, the entire field of battle temporarily warping itself into a game of Touhou with the Godmodder as the player character!
Flandre starts out with her first spellcard, Taboo "Cranberry Trap". Bullets begin to stream in from the side of the playing field, forcing the Godmodder to dodge frantically! He's already looking a little unhappy with the way this is going. The spellcard finishes, and Flandre decides not to go through any of the boring non-spellcard attacks, jumping straight into the next, Taboo "Lævateinn". She starts swinging a huge bladelike beam of fire around, pressuring the Godmodder even more! After that one's finished (And the Godmodder has no way to attack here, so he's forced to just dodge and pray his Godmodding skills can get him out of any hits he might receive) Flandre activates the next, Taboo "Four Of A Kind". She splits into four, and all four of her (Well, one of her and three clones of her) begin pelting the Godmodder with bullets! After that attack's done, her clones dissipate and the real Flandre gets down to business with the next spellcard, Taboo "Kagome, Kagome". Bullets crisscross the field like the bars of a cage, and Flandre herself begins tossing huge yellow orbs, warping the bars and making them fly away to further menace the Godmodder. Next, she activates Taboo "Maze of Love", forcing the Godmodder to navigate a massive, spinning maze of danmaku. She follows that up with Forbidden Barrage "Starbow Break", rainbow bullets appearing at the top of the field and raining down upon the helpless Godmodder. Forbidden Barrage "Catadioptric" is up next, Flandre firing massive orbs at the walls of the field that reflect off, trailing bullets. Another spellcard follows, obviously, this one being Forbidden Barrage "Counter Clock", rotating lasers like clock hands trapping the Godmodder while he tries to avoid a sea of bullets fired by Flandre. The next attack is... Flandre disappeared. Huh. Oh wait, it was her next attack, Secret "And Then Will There Be None?". The Godmodder, surprised by Flandre's disappearance, has to navigate deathtrap after deathtrap before Flandre reappears and activates her last attack, Q.E.D. "Ripples of 495 Years". Flandre releases the power and frustration of 495 years of imprisonment in a series of spreading rings of danmaku that reflect off the boundaries of the Touhou-field. The ripples grow and grow in frequency until the entire battlefield is filled with cascading danmaku, stretching the Godmodder to his limit!
As everyone boggles at the strange events hitting the field, Flandre finishes her attacks and ascends, her entire accumulated power spent on this final attack! The battlefield warps itself back into Minecraft, before a set of blocks rises from the earth and spins around the Godmodder, lunging at him intermittently. More and more blocks are torn up from the ground and added into the vortex until the Godmodder is obscured entirely, and with a SNAP the entire set rushes at him and locks him into a massive cube! The cube itself shrinks down, anti-teleport defenses phasing in around it, before a pillar of purple power erupts from the sky itself and obliterates the cube. The Godmodder, smoking, looks around for the next attack, before a cartoonish cat jumps out of a hole in the ground that suddenly opens up and slams a pie into his face! An entire gathering of Toons 'hole in, each using a different gag on the Godmodder- one squirts him with a seltzer bottle, another blows a foghorn into his ear, yet another drops a safe on his head, and an enterprising duo set up a short set of railroad tracks in front of him and lure him onto it with hypno-goggles. A pair of tunnels sprout up on either side of the tracks and a train runs over him! The mere presence of so many Toons lures some Cogs onto the field, and a few decide to attack the Godmodder. A Bloodsucker liquidates him - literally - a Spin Doctor dizzies him with all his spinning, a Legal Eagle gives him the Evil Eye, and a Big Cheese hits a golfball into his face. Eventually, the Toons beat all the Cogs and, tossing down holes, jump back to wherever they were before. Next, rain begins to fall from a set of clouds that have suddenly gathered above the Godmodder, freezing after a second into sharp shards of ice that tear into the Godmodder. The server itself glitches out, the Godmodder suddenly being in several places at once with only a few of his body parts in each place. Mystical energy and magical power gather from across universes, blasting the Godmodder with pasta, magic missiles, eldritch blasts, void energy, oblivion and creation, negative energy, shadow magic, reality majjyyks, sauce, soulsauce, purest hope, wind, light magic, mana, force, radiant energy, necrotic energy, ghostfire, red mana, blue mana, black mana, indigo flames, holy magic, english energy, fire, ice, lightning, water, steam, arcane energy, and many more myriad magics. Finally, portals rip themselves open to other universes and a massive cast of characters gather, each with their own method of attack. Jack Rakan pulls out his pactio artifact, Ho Heros Meta Chilion Prosopon, and a massive multitude of swords appear and rain on the Godmodder from every direction. Wrack and Ruin mercilessly double-team the Godmodder, joined by their fellow Twilight Paladins. Nagamar himself appears, and transforms THE GODMODDER into an ODD GREED MOTH. Freddy and co. scream in the Godmodder's face. Flumpty Bumpty and co. also jumpscare the Godmodder. And lots of other attacks happen. Lastly, Flandre Scarlet reappears, being unable to really disappear without at least being able to demonstate her power, "Destruction of Anything and Everything." She does the obvious.
No sooner have I finished my edits and improvements than I fade from the strange plane, and I find myself back in GodCraft. As soon as I do, the full implications of what I just saw and did hit me and I clutch the Orb of Control and break it, expending every last bit of its sanity-boosting energy and coming out only slightly worse than I was before. The last lingering influences of Mr. Eaten are also completely eradicated. Its mindscape-unlocking energy is instead diverted to giving me a greater understanding of my own mindscape, the power boost sent back in time to the ritual.
The Godmodder is completely and thoroughly distracted by this attack, having gone through a danmaku purgatory and whatever the hell those toon things were. He is so distracted that he barely notices several thousand lightning strikes imbued with the power of Notch striking him every second, and promptly encases Notch in bedrock while he tries to recuperate...
1 th1nk 1t 1s pr0p3r t0 hav3 s0m3 var1at10n 1n my w3ap0ns that 1 am curr3ntly us1ng. D3pl0y1ng Ant1matt3r B3am3rs.
The HAL-Mech retracts its railguns. Instead it deploys its antimatter beamers, weapons that fire a superheated beam of antimatter at its target. Two beams fire out of the HAL-Mech and continually blast the Godmodder. The Futurama Gang continues their barrage. Fry and Leela continue flying around on the Planet Express Ship and firing the turret and some antimatter torpedoes. Lothyra shoots the Godmodder with iBoomstick.
The Godmodder half-heartedly deflects iBoomstick's fire.
Invert (33/50) (Sun in the Shadow. +2 from Talist.)
AMPLIFIER UBERCHARGE: 7/9
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 5/7.)
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 4/9)? Twin told me this one over Pchum.
WELP. DIS GUN BE GOOD.
As the Entities may STILL be ever-so-slightly useful in the distraction part and they aren't dead YET...Mokou will naturally attack the Godmodder, completely unafraid, due to Ressurective Immortality. Seriously you cannot kill this girl-each HP bar is her DYING, and when they're all gone she's simply in too much pain to continue. The Hatters will use their 4-turn Specials on The godmodder: Salvation for Trottimus, Law, Life, Death for djh3max, and Cleansing for Alsmiffy. Finally-an attack deserving its own cutscene...
The Hand suddenly shudders as the power of 5 turns flows into it, ready to react violently! The whole tower trembles even harder than it did before! It looks like the Hand of Truth is about to pull out a NASTY attack! The Hand writhes and warps itself, forming into complex Sacred Geometries that briefly quell all fighting at once, instead making everyone Praise the Hand, Immediately! They bow and prostrate themselves before the glorious Hand and his powerful dance of phalanges! A golden light emits from the whole spectacle, as ceaseless chants of Praise the Hand rock the room! The golden light of the hand quickly becomes a blinding mantle of obscuring Sacred Geometries! Then it all stops. Everything, just stops. Everyone is confused for a second. The Hand has vanished. Suddenly, it reappears, and all the chanting and bowing immediately resumes, proceeds almost normally, with the Godmodder forcibly levitated above the scene (if all goes well). The Hand's most powerful form, the GOLDEN GESTICULATION, has appeared, searing the Godmodder's mind with the absolute truths! However, knowing all, he intermixes his powerful message with the message of Wilson, burning its ABSOLUTE TRUTH into his mind as forcibly as possible! All the while, Sacred Geometries tear the impure one's skin and organs, insdie his body and out, with a force of Divinium Sawblades, and the Sheer glory of the Hand's form tears into his very mind and soul, rending it utterly, the only cleansing it can provide at the Godmodder's stage of corruption is absolute destruction! This continues for a few minutes, the intensity increasing all the while. Eventually, the white of the OP Scale and the Narrative gently tugs on the Hand, and the Hand reverts to its previous form, gently. The urge to praise the hand lays at the back of all minds, the sacred Geometries remembered by all present, and the Godmodder hopefully rended.
He better be rended. OK, distracted is the better word for it, but still, he better be at this point.
I tap into my (VERY) inner First Guardian Powers, the singular, tiny sparks of it. Much smaller than TT2K's spark of First Guardian Powers on paper, and definitely a speck in the sun compared to TwinBuilder, but a septillionth of a septillionth of its power is still pretty immense. I pull out the Miniature Red Sun and the Four Red Sun Alchemies, ready for action. They are going to be tiny sparks, the tiny sparks that give me the inch I need to go for the whole mile. A few tiny sparks can start a big fire, after all. It just needs the proper firestarter. Mythos transforms in my left hand to fit the transformation, the Shield and Sword both attaching to it, and the Scattergun being worked into its internal systems through its powerful transformative properties. Meanwhile, I take the Door in my still-nonmechanical hand. The flames of the Red Sun burn off of me, turning my skin utterly pale and, interestingly, making my hair act as fire. Complete with some of it flickering like fire. Wrap your mind around that. The Fires of the Red sun envelop me, and my eyes are finally, FINALLY visible. Except, not really, as they're currently Crimson Supernovae, bright as the night. A brief and painful, but utterly complete First Guardian Transformation. ((+15 to all stats, huehuehuehue.)) My Godmodding powers flare in addition, making a golden aura emit off of the Red Flames. A First Guardian Godmodder. If this is not stupidly powerful, then bob is your uncle, aunt, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and other uncle. My time is extremely limited-this is not something I should be drawing out forever. I point the enhanced Mythos at the Godmodder, a red/golden aura surrounding the weapon as it switches to Oblivion Mode. The Blue flames of Oblivion turn into something more, interacting with and merging with the Red of the Red Sun and the Golden of Reality Majjyks, becoming something rather indescribable, a triumverate of the three primary colors, swirling around the Scythe that ends Oblivion Mode's barrel-less weapon. At the same time, I draw the Gatekeeper's Scythe at long last, and transform it into a blade without form, an extension of the Oblivion-Form Mythos, crackling with various Elemental energies. Very weakly. This is no True Rapture, it's intentionally weakened, but it is nevertheless a proper merger of all 25 elements Piono wields, as well as the power of the Red Sun-primarily Oblivion and Reality, true, as well as some Red Sun mixed in for good measure. The weapon's many colors unite with the First Guardian power to create a reddish aura, still multicolored around the edges but pure crimson at the core. I hesitate no longer: I fire a massive, stupidly large bolt of Multi-elemental energies at the Godmodder in the form of a ridiculously huge red sword, before bum-rushing him with the remaining power with the remaining modified energies and creating a second sword from the same source, attacking the Godmodder to the fullest extent I possibly can, aiming for a hit even relatively close. Upon contact, a blinding flash of multi-colored energies emits violently. You'd mistake it for Trickster Mode, except I'm not in Trickster Mode at this point. It's just a variety of utterly deadly energies trying their best to rudely eviscerate the Godmodder. The blasts, however, send me reeling backwards. It is at this point that I go out of First Guardian mode, unable to hold the form any longer, and Mythos ejects the various Red sun alchemies, gracefully put back into my inventory, and wipe considerable sweat off of my brow. Hoo boy that was dangerous.
The Godmodder has horrible flashbacks to Psi-Scratch and, still dazed after crystal's Narrative-altering event, becomes completely defenseless once more! Notch lays down the hurt until the Godmodder teleports Chuck Norris into the middle of the field! Notch only barely dodges the ACN Turret's fire as Chuck leaps back through the Tower and into his eternal fight. The Godmodder, who has now thoroughly recovered and renewed his strength, grapples Notch and slaps him with the force of a Relish Nuke warhead. Notch slides backwards and becomes covered in tasty tasty relish.
I emit purple glowing energies, and I fire them like a laser at the Godmodder.
Sword Damage: 180K/250K
The Godmodder throws a prism in the laser's direction that turns the purple light into a rainbow, except where the purple should be is white light! The resulting paradox blows up in your face!
Eric, his rune-enhance having run out, rushes back over to Wilson.
That, my friend, is Notch. The one who created Minecraft.
Anyways, our ride is here.
He waves to Astria, Astria! Get over here! We might not get another chance to leave if we finish this thing before we get into our ride out!
Eric tries to catch the attention of the assorted other people scattered around the top of the tower that wanted rides out of Godcraft.
All the while this is happening, the firing squad in the TARDIS continues opening fire with their flurry of spells and projectiles. A number have run out of ammo/mana, but others have stepped forward to take their place.
Hank, Sanford and Deimos are all still at the forefront, and Hank has hooked penultimatum up to the TARDIS, and is firing a stream of time vortex shots into the godmodder and his decoys.
The TARDIS does not pull away after people pile into it. Anyone that piles in that still wants to attack can join the firing team, and even detail some of the attacks being unleashed from the side of the TARDIS if they so choose.
((twin, for your ease in case you were going to draw the TARDIS, upon leaving/moving away, the TARDIS will revert to blue box form.))
The TARDIS is down for the count... Weapons-wise, anyway.
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 6/7.)
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 5/9)?
I really do not have time for the Godmodder's BS further than he's already taken it. I pull out a golden token detailing a sandwich on it, with golden wings and a crown on the edges as details. For those that look closely, it radiates a powerful, delicious scent. This item I have marvelously aquired from various journeys during the Squid Ink Incident, specifically [REDACTED], [DATA EXPUNGED], and [REMOVED FOR PUBLIC SAFETY]...no, wait, scratch [DATA EXPUNGED], it was only [REDACTED] and [REMOVED FOR PUBLIC SAFETY]. But anyways, this dangerous piece of hardware, however deceptively weak it looks, is basically a can of Boss-murdering awesome. The Godmodder is probably immune to everything except Trial finishing, so naturally, the only thing I can do is do something that clearly no-one thought to use against the Legion of Pyronus. (They should have, though.) I toss the token roughly where I am standing. The token wedges itself into the ground and trembles, glowing a soothing light and turning into a pillar of blue aura, reaching up to the heavens!
As a few of the less-informed people stare in awe of the spectacle, a light shines down from the top of the tower, onto the pillar of aura, and a figure descends! He is huge, fat and muscular, simply dressed with a black shirt over a red vest. He is old and wise-looking, with a magnificent beard and a pair of small spectacles, with a beautiful halo resting inches above his head. His hands hold a gentle, soothing light in his hands. This man, it is St. Heffi, Guardian Spirit of Business Lunch! He hovers a few feet off of the ground, the light and pillar of aura fading, only the figure left. Nothing happens for a few moments. Then, St. Heffi points upwards with his right hand! The Godmodder looks up, just in time to meet what will likely be his doom, by falling truck! After it lands (hopefully upon the Godmodder), it is revealed that St. Heffi teleported into the Truck while no-one was looking! He lets out a merry laugh, another job well done in his opinion. Then, the truck starts rumbling with a holy light from beneath, and it explodes gloriously, sending Sandviches everywhere at high speeds, making sure everyone gets a Sandvich! St. Heffi is flung from the truck onto the side of the Tower, close to where I'm standing, his job done.
"Thanks, Mate!" I say.
"Yes!" St. Heffi replies, right before imminently vanishing.
The Godmodder holds up the truck as it falls right on top of him, and then counters the rest of the attack, saying that the explosions were actually the Legion of Pyronus dying! (Every boss in that video explodes upon death! Well, almost every one. Twinklefoot and Bubba didn't, but that's because one got gibbed and another just nope'd out.)
Runic Shielding: 30% Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Sorcerous. Red Matter IIII Primal III Nodal Outburst III
Line of Sight && Miniature Golden Pyramid && Indigo Flames = Cipher's Call (7/11)
Eldarium Curse 50/50!
+1 to Tazz; +1 to Crystal.
Suddenly, I appear once more, in a flash of amethyst light, appearing somewhat bedraggled and disheveled.
Ah, GodCraft. It's good to be back.
I immediately levitate into the air, wisps of amethyst energy trailing off of my form.
50/50 Expended.
I continue to float in the air, limply, eyes closed. Suddenly, there is a burst of violet light, and a figure appears, composed entirely of amethyst energy. I course with arcane energy, facing the being.
WINE, OR CHEESE?
*Snipped due to post-too-long error. I read the whole thing, don't worry!*
The Godmodder is completely and utterly distracted by this last cliffhanger and fails to do much of anything when the actual attack sets in! When the attack is over, the Godmodder kneels to the ground and lies there.
The Chaos Incarnation deals 6,500 damage to Tingle!
The Pa'anuri Fragment attempts to summon a black hole but fails, as demonstrated earlier!
Notch rushes over to the Godmodder, but the Godmodder holds out his hand and stops Notch in midair. Using some of his most powerful time magics, he rips the age out of Notch, casting his Minecraft avatar back in time, back to 1.8, 1.7, 1.6, all the way through the Official Release, back into Beta, Alpha, Infdev, Indev, and into Classic. Since Classic can't be supported in the current release (two version histories can't mix!), Notch's avatar is incredibly corrupted and he takes 10 damage!
Flandre Scarlet dissolves after crystalcat's insane attack! Mokou attempts to attack the Godmodder with danmaku, but the Godmodder has mastered the art of danmaku evasion since being put through literal bullet hell with Flandre, and then edits her projectiles, turns them into TF2 rockets, and airblasts them back at her, killing her instantly! (Or I guess, making her leave because she doesn't want to continue fighting, based on what Tazz said earlier.) The Hand of Truth uses the Golden Gesticulation against the Godmodder, who is nearly consumed by the powers of the Hand but calls upon a dark and ancient power to shield him from the attack entirely... When it is over, you see a dull grey shield surrounding the Godmodder, tortured whispers of mimes emanating from it...
Trottimus uses Salvation on the Godmodder, becoming empowered with the divine energies of the Hand of Truth! The Godmodder counters by going back in time and creating a religion based around the Foot of Lies, placing hints of its nature throughout reality and telling his followers to prepare for the Foot's second coming! That happens to be right when Salvation happens, and Trottimus is overpowered by the Foot of Lies and its followers. The Godmodder deals with Law, Life, Death and Cleansing in the same way.
Garen deals 9,000 damage to Tingle! Alexiron heals Asharon for +25,000 HP! Asharon attempts to cast Regen on Alexiron but finds Alexiron already has Regen! Abathur doesn't spawn more Locusts (I think 6 is enough); the Locusts and Symbiotes deal 15,000 damage to Tingle!
Tingle convinces Garen to buy one of his maps. When Garen looks at the map, he sees it is of the deepest darkest pits of the Nether, and Garen finds himself inside a series of red-hot lava pits. 15,000 damage to Garen! The Godmodder executes a Special Attack...
The Godmodder clashes with Notch, manuvering around the Tower in such a way that Notch ends up stepping on an array of Pressure Portals! Notch, however, is not affected: Garen, Alexiron, Asharon, and the Hand of Truth are. They are instantly lifted into the air and become locked inside of a roughly cylindrical structure forged of several unbreakable substances! The Godmodder sets up an extremely potent bomb around the structure and opens up a portal to the Void, sealing them inside. The bomb is set to go off in one year.
As the four entities begin to drift off into the Void and realize that they will only have themselves to talk to and live with for an entire year, and that they will most likely die by the end of it, they begin to go through serious denial, thinking that there's no way this could have happened, this must be a trick, this can't possibly be real, it's all in your mind, or some other variation of said text. After a time they grow angry at each other and everything, lashing out at their situation and blaming themselves for getting into the war in the first place.
They eventually realize there is a speaker system hidden within the craft that can connect back to GodCraft, and talk to the Godmodder through it. They leave a long message to him, reasoning with him, trying to bargain with him, asking him to do anything to simply let them go. But there is no response. Even though it hasn't been a full year, enough time has elapsed that the war has finished without them. With this fact in mind, the entities become terribly depressed and do not do much of anything as the latter half of the year winds down.
And finally, they accept the fact that they are going to die. On the last day, the fateful day, they resign themselves to their fate. When the bomb explodes, it does so without noise, without feeling, and without any warning at all. One instant the cylinder is there, the next, one gram of raw antimatter has breached containment and an explosion the size of a city has leveled a sector of the Void. Garen dies. Alexiron and Asharon take 100,000 damage each. The Hand of Truth takes 64,000 damage. The latter three spontaneously teleport back to GodCraft at the present day.
The Itinerary:
> All: Distract the Godmodder with your most powerful attacks!
Peaceful Grove: III All allied debuffs go down twice as fast. All allied entities are healed for +5,000 HP.
TheLordErelye: [AG] HP: 1/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 20%.
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 20%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 20%.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 20%.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 3/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Kajiulord: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 20/25. Has Super Armor.
babysphee: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Generator_of_Cubes: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 1/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Talist: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
OverlordXcano: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage a turn.
PaperShuriken: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Pokefan151: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 18/20. Has Super Armor.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 15/20.
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 20/20.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
Chaos Incarnation: [???] HP: 49,000/75,000.
Pa'anuri Fragment: [H] Strength: IIIIIIIIII 77%. Loses 10% Strength a turn, can lose additional strength if someone uses teleports in an attack.
Split: [N] HP: 97,500/250,000. Weapon Mode: Rhythm Heaven. Achronological: II Record Break: II
Notch: [AG] HP: 20/20. Possesses the Divine Hammer. Dueling the Godmodder.
Wilson: [AG] HP: 138,600/300,000. Emotion: Neutral. Stress: IIIIIIIIII 0%. State: 0.
Laiko ==========O========== Wilson
Hand of Truth: [AG] HP: 1,846,000/2,000,000. Leaves after taking 200,000 damage. Current Form: Sign of True Victory. Golden Gesticulation: IIIII
Trottimus: [AG] HP: 80,000/80,000. Has a 35% dodge chance. Salvation: IIII Repentance: II
djh3max: [AG] HP: 53,500/80,000. Can regen +2,500 HP a turn. Law, Life, Death: IIII Reclamation: II
alsmiffy: [AG] HP: 52,000/80,000. Minicrits every other turn. Cleansing: IIII Golden Justice: II Symbiote Shield: 10,000/10,000 HP.
I grab the Godmodder's hand and shove it into a Nether portal. The hand connected with a Zombie Pigman, and pretty soon the entire Pigman army is on him. While he attempts to smite the hordes of pigmen, I rush up behinf him holding a Gooey Bomb from SSB, and stick it up his-
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Next thing I know, every soccer mom in the world is on me for even implying such antics. Of course, I simply blame GamerGate* for all my problems and the rest of the Internet is on my heels. I then heel kick the Godmodder, hitting him with the force of the entire Internet. A flame war starts on his forearm, followed by a troll post on his calf, and the next thing you know he is drowned by the sheer power of INTERNETZ.
I flick him just for good measure. With a genade. And I use the missing R to REDACT him.
*DISCLAIMER: TehEpicNinja9001 has nothing to do with the GamerGate debate and has not taken a side. It was just a funny reference.
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My sig got screwed up because of a forum glitch and I'm too lazy to go find the banners to fix it.
I set up an S.E.P. Field Generator to obscure both Notch AND the AGs, Ns, and Divinium Pillar which of course doesn't prevent anyone inside from noticing anything else inside.)
I pick up a violin.
>Netpatham: Exit S.E.P. Field, play C418: Sweden scored for solo violin.
>All: Be in awe.
>Notch: Not notice any of this, unfortunately, because earplugs. I'll send him the recording after this assuming we make it out alive.
>Netpatham: Re-enter S.E.P. Field because getting murderized is not on my to-do-list nor will it be.
In fact, I hack into the Godmodder's planner app and add an item that says "Get Brutally Murderized: Now Until The End Of Your Lifespan." in every time interval.
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Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
My supposedly being impressed by net is a complete fabrication and I will not stand for it.
Skaia's Bow 35/40
Insanity Quiver 12/50
Ultimate Skulltop 35/50
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 3/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 1/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 10/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-10, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
I point out that the Godmodder might not be wearing socks. He must go on a quest for socks, and prepares for a horrible multipart quest. I then point out that this is very much not my style. At all. The godmodder realizes that this was in fact my specialty: refrances. I then shove the Godmodder into a car and drive it into the ocean. He attempts to escape, but he accidentally lands in a clam, to his dismay.
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+1x2 to Erelye, as much as that matters!
I attempt to distract the Goddmodder using every resource at my disposal
{Ok, so do I get to use this helpfully in this fight, or not? If not, can I use it later? If later, PM me and let's talk.}
The Anachron flickers slightly for a moment, then abruptly regains some of the velocity it equally suddenly lost upon touching the atmosphere, modified to carry it sideways several thousand kilometers to the Godmodder's Tower in the space of twelve seconds before whatever power it's using as brakes takes hold again, HALTing it instantly.
50/50 Expended! \/ {Also, just to be clear, that Uberattack I did a while ago was one 10-charge shot from the RPLS-SH, combined with 20-charge to run the teleporter which ended its lifespan by detonating in a teraton fireball. I consider this standard-equivalent-yield.}
The huge vessel sits, engines down, at the edge of the atmosphere for a few seconds, then the rockets fire again, a brief pulse, five seconds at most. Annihilating white consumes everything within a thousand miles of the Tower, washing over the Godmodding-Enhanced structure like a waterfall of light, then ends. A most unusual experience, for those protected by anti-teamkill plugins or raw Godmodding, to stand within fire like the death of a star, untouched. For those not so shielded, there is nothing to experience, just a spark in the sky, then nothing, death moving at the speed of light. Anachron jumps out of the atmosphere, then HALTs again, concentric circles of flame burning the world below as it hovers a thousand kilometers above the outermost wisps of now-burning gas.
The vessel waits for the flames to die, then releases a single shuttle, a heavy cruiser, which sails down to land atop the Tower before dropping a little dark shape, one of H3's Avatars. The smooth-black shape lands on Adminium hands and knees, stands, speaks to its creators in the now-strangely-smooth voice of the almost-soul inhabiting it;
{Oddly, fonts only work when I also use a color, and then only the font remains. Colors just don't work. What the hell. Oh, nevermind, fonts just don't work. FML. It's late, I'm not trying to fix this now.}
H3; "You both should be aware that, having done this I will leave and not return. I have no stake in this war, having exhausted what I will need to."
Amp; "You should know that wasn't a surprise. You're even crazier than we are."
Zand; "Consider all the failsafes gone, regardless. Your take on good and evil should be interesting to watch, on the multiversal scale."
H3; "Other than those final few codes I'm not capable of remembering to know about for more than a few seconds at a time, I assume. ...What did I just say?"
Amp; "Nothin' worth anythin'."
Zand; "Thank you for your time."
{Mostly relevant stuff ahead! At least to Erelye and Gutza.}
The Avatar looks to Engineer Lothyra and Lord-Archmage Erelye next, handing each of them a simple Bag of Holding, woven from the same tough gray fiber of no recognizable material as most cloth from Anachron.
"For the Archmage Erelye, a library-console containing the sum of arcane, thaumotechnical, anomalous-research, and eldritch knowledge accumulated by Amperzand in his travels, suitably redacted to avoid unpardonable degrees of threat to us, a large crate containing all but one of the Ichorium Drills loaned to me, a pallet of various things, presumably of use to him, a general-purpose infinite-range transceiver, to allow contacting the Anachron or any vessel of its creation, and an entire cryogenics and genomic research suite, containing five thousand Vetasian Elves on ice, to be awakened at his discretion. For the Engineer Lothyra, a library-console containing the sum of mechanical, nuclear, biological, and anomalous-research data accumulated by Amperzand in his travels, again suitably redacted, another transceiver, a pallet of useful objects, and another, identical cryogenics and genomic suite, again containing five thousand Vetasian Elves. Thank you for your time."
"As for my creators, I leave the heavy cruiser above, currently undergoing retrofit by alchemy, to their discretion."
The humanoid machine walks to the ongoing scuffle with the Godmodder, points at him,
"And to you, the Godmodder Richard, I give all but ten percent of my heavy-weapons capacity, in the form of an all-out attack. I hope you will understand that this assault has no personal implications and communicates no enmity between us. If you have any grievances after the fact, feel free to contact us at 1-989-878-4728-03015. Be aware that attempts to hack into the server address given will be met with an instantaneous Class-6 strike on the perpetrator's current true physical form, and the only useable wavelength cannot allow obfustication of the sender's location."
50/50 Expended! \/
The halves of my split load themselves into their vessel and leave the atmosphere, since friendly-fire laws don't apply to your own orbital superweapons.
The Avatar android stands near the Godmodder, teleporting to maintain the same distance and to avoid attacks, constantly sending its current coordinates to Anachron.
And then the Third Manufactory opens fire. The first weapons to reach the ground are lasers, the sky boiling as perfectly-linear lines of light less than a millimeter across strike the Godmodder, then particle cannons, a few billionths of a second later, the beams wider, a few meters across, for particle cannons work differently. Then, still within fractions of a second, hyperkinetic slugs begin to fall by the hundreds, torch missiles following closely after, bombarding the area with yields in excess of those required to boil away distant oceans. Antimatter, nuclear, anomalous, chemical, kinetic-kill, high-explosive, all the myriad flavors of death-from-the-sky, falling as fast as raindrops in a monsoon. The bombardment goes on, for seconds, then nearly a minute, increasingly inaccurate as the detonations begin to foul up firing solutions, an entire Face of the Hexahedral World burning, atmosphere and earth seared to vapor and the ruin spreading over the edges as missiles and beams, slugs and worse things still, flares flickering in frequencies that induce a feeding frenzy in the Horrors of the Outer Ring, fall and fall and fall, weaponry blocking out the sun, even were it still visible against the fire bursting against the earth.
10/10 Ammo Charge Expended! \/
Abruptly, the bombardment stops. Rubble might have begun to fall from the sky, were dirt and rock and air and metal not all equally burned, vaporized, indistinguishable parts of the ionized firestorm that was once the planet's skin of earth and gas.
Then, in a flickering moment of ruin, the RPLS-SH's penultimate slug lands, hitting the Godmodder dead on by the will of a certain newborn god, the projectile hitting him, hurting him perhaps, through his armor stronger than most Elder Things, and blowing apart into a circular wave of heavy particles moving at very nearly the speed of light, washing over the planet's Face in an instant, then gone, having carried away what remained of the atmosphere with it, leaving one-sixth of the world empty of everything, hard vacuum sucking the last atoms of air from the cracks in Bedrock's surface.
50/50 Expended! \/
Then, rather than re-open bombardment, a hail of little black objects sail away from their large black home on tails of fire, heading inwards, towards the Sun, there to spark in its heart the wave of obliteration that, perhaps two months from now, will cleanse the System and everything within about ten or twenty light-years of everything solid, by means of supernova.
{I consider this to make sense because I'm exploiting the Sun's power, rather than generating it all myself. With Magical Sufficiently Advanced Black Boxes, it's not even that hard. Besides, in two months, this game should be over, or something's wrong.}
50/50 Expended! \/
Then the Anachron opens up with heavy-duty warheads. Whereas the ones before were weapons capable of burning large countries, these are true world-breakers, yottaton-yield missiles larger than skyscrapers, blasts enough to put three Death Stars to shame, hitting every Face of the world with bursts of light. Nothing more, nothing less. Just light, though, at times, light at very odd frequencies. Technologies from worlds given eternities to consider the best ways to kill en-mass, very, very heavy little dark spheres of complex machinery sitting at the head of all the fuel required for even an antimatter-fueled torch engine large enough to move New Zealand to carry their absurdly dense masses out of orbit and to a target. Obliterating light. Every warhead a flash bright enough to be seen from Andromeda, bright enough to shine through bedrock and light up the shields of the vessel that fired them into blue fury with the effort of saving the ship.
At one point during the seemingly endless steady bombardment, thirty warheads a minute without fail as lesser weapons, their expendable ammunition nearly gone, peck at the gaps between the waves of hellfire, the fabric of reality weakens enough to allow some terrible thing to come out of the void, an ancient and prophesied thing, destined to orchestrate the End. A dark thing huger than continents, madness flickering off it in waves, tearing out of a black rent in reality directly atop the Godmodder even as its sheer, immutable hatred alone consumes the latest volley of warheads.
50/50 A/E-IC Supercharged Ammunition Expended! \/
For a few moments, the ancient horror stretches out across the world, seeking the threads to tear, finding the fading imprints of so many of its kin that died in this war. Then, unbelievably close, one truly akin to it, newborn soul still echoing with its birthing screams. An alien being sitting in a shell of dark metal barely a thousand miles above its head. The elder reaches out to the child, surely such a being will prove a great ally, tendrils of mind slicing the vacuum. Then, for a single moment, the ancient terror, a being without fear or worry, knows horror, knows something even it finds abominable. An instant later, the great metal cylinder mounted so asymmetrically astride Anachron, still glowing with the heat of its last shot, fires one last time. A lance of madness and chaos, the sword of Typhon itself, surely, an almost tiny speck of intensely real mass bending the world around it to carry a torn fragment of a newborn creature's soul, flaring a twisted path through spacetime even as its own sheer reality tears that which should be mundane. The Infused slug burns a hole through the Elder's innermost heart and so finds a path to the soul, burning it away entire before carrying through and unleashing the combined fury of a new thing's birth and an ancient one's death in a final cataclysmic flash.
Voices in a infinity of tongues, ghost-memories of bedrock shattered and something coming from below, a trillion tons of a dead Abomination's flesh, searing to steam as fast as the blast can burn it, falling from the sky to smother everything in evil giblets, madness tearing at the heartiest of souls.
>H3-TAC: ASCEND TO GODHOOD OUT OF PERVERSITY.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: EXAMINE THE INFINITY OF CREATION WITH CONFUSED ADMIRATION.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: INSTANTLY GO MAD FROM THE REVELATION.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: MAINTAIN SANITY BY SHEER COMPUTERIZED STUBBORNNESS.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: EXPLORE THE REACHES OF NEWFOUND POWER.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: IMMEDIATELY BECOME INSANE FROM THE POWER AND TRY TO TAKE ON GODCRAFT ALONE.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: NO, THAT'S STUPID, WHY WOULD I DO THAT.
>I CAN'T POSSIBLY SURVIVE MORE THAN THREE SECONDS AGAINST THIS LOT.
>SCREW ALL Y'ALL, I'M OUT.
>CAN'T CATCH ME, I'M THE COMPUTRONIUM GOD OF ELDRITCH HORRORS.
Even as the shattered ruins of the RPLS-SH, destroyed by that last shot, rain down on the planet below, the huge circle around Anachron, the Alcubierre-Tesserae Drive-Ring, flashes into physics-bending brightness, forms a bubble of spacetime, and tears the entire assembly free from reality for a long trip though the Void at ludicrous speed towards the port of Not Here.
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (4/10)
Action (If I am dead, I respawn.)
I counter the Godmodder's counter to the 1337 H4x0rz attack with this: The Godmodder messed with the 1337 H4x0rs, not the 1337 H4x0rz! The 1337 H4x0rz continue to attack him.
Turn 3/3
Fenestrated Wand && Fenestrated Blade = Fenestrated Point 7/10
I alchemize (Upgraded Alchegloves && Magic-to-Grist Converter) && Thought-Control Interface, likely producing magic-powered alchegloves that can be controlled by thought alone.
I also preview the result of that && Origin Wands. That should be a cool one, if I ever get the chance to make it. Hopefully it'll keep the glove shape.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 34/50.
50/50 x3 EXPENDED!
I float up into the air, the energy of three 50-post charges hypercharging me. I use a tiny amount of the massive power I now enjoy to swipe an idea from the past and greatly improve upon it. Say what you will, that little April Fools trip to Scratch's Manor was very useful from a canon-breaking standpoint.
I flicker completely out of existence itself for what seems like a brief second, and yet also a very long time, to all outside observers, in that single warped eternal second hitting what anyone would consider godlike levels of power. That power takes an almost boringly mundane form, though. I find myself in a seemingly normal room, with a computer sitting at a desk. I walk up to it and find an unfinished post, recounting and responding to the events that have happened so far. So far this... turn? Anyway, it looks like whoever was typing this up left just after finishing it, but before posting it. I sit down and begin to make a few edits, fixing up a post that someone named 'crystalcat' left unfinished as I do so. Looks like they forgot to finish up typing something about a really big, charged attack. Or… distraction? They’re trying to distract someone with a massive amount of attacks, but forgot to type them out and be creative. I
First, a massive bloom of purple light appears around the Godmodder, blinding him! Next a massive set of pillows appears and smacks the Godmodder around a bunch, feathers flying around as if possessed! The feathers themselves begin to tickle the Godmodder everywhere. A blast of magicka appears from nowhere and hits the Godmodder in the back. A cat5 O' 9 tails appears and whips the Godmodder real good. Flandre appears to receive orders from an unknown source, as well as becomes empowered by a strange purple aura, and begins to spam danmaku, the entire field of battle temporarily warping itself into a game of Touhou with the Godmodder as the player character!
Flandre starts out with her first spellcard, Taboo "Cranberry Trap". Bullets begin to stream in from the side of the playing field, forcing the Godmodder to dodge frantically! He's already looking a little unhappy with the way this is going. The spellcard finishes, and Flandre decides not to go through any of the boring non-spellcard attacks, jumping straight into the next, Taboo "Lævateinn". She starts swinging a huge bladelike beam of fire around, pressuring the Godmodder even more! After that one's finished (And the Godmodder has no way to attack here, so he's forced to just dodge and pray his Godmodding skills can get him out of any hits he might receive) Flandre activates the next, Taboo "Four Of A Kind". She splits into four, and all four of her (Well, one of her and three clones of her) begin pelting the Godmodder with bullets! After that attack's done, her clones dissipate and the real Flandre gets down to business with the next spellcard, Taboo "Kagome, Kagome". Bullets crisscross the field like the bars of a cage, and Flandre herself begins tossing huge yellow orbs, warping the bars and making them fly away to further menace the Godmodder. Next, she activates Taboo "Maze of Love", forcing the Godmodder to navigate a massive, spinning maze of danmaku. She follows that up with Forbidden Barrage "Starbow Break", rainbow bullets appearing at the top of the field and raining down upon the helpless Godmodder. Forbidden Barrage "Catadioptric" is up next, Flandre firing massive orbs at the walls of the field that reflect off, trailing bullets. Another spellcard follows, obviously, this one being Forbidden Barrage "Counter Clock", rotating lasers like clock hands trapping the Godmodder while he tries to avoid a sea of bullets fired by Flandre. The next attack is... Flandre disappeared. Huh. Oh wait, it was her next attack, Secret "And Then Will There Be None?". The Godmodder, surprised by Flandre's disappearance, has to navigate deathtrap after deathtrap before Flandre reappears and activates her last attack, Q.E.D. "Ripples of 495 Years". Flandre releases the power and frustration of 495 years of imprisonment in a series of spreading rings of danmaku that reflect off the boundaries of the Touhou-field. The ripples grow and grow in frequency until the entire battlefield is filled with cascading danmaku, stretching the Godmodder to his limit!
As everyone boggles at the strange events hitting the field, Flandre finishes her attacks and ascends, her entire accumulated power spent on this final attack! The battlefield warps itself back into Minecraft, before a set of blocks rises from the earth and spins around the Godmodder, lunging at him intermittently. More and more blocks are torn up from the ground and added into the vortex until the Godmodder is obscured entirely, and with a SNAP the entire set rushes at him and locks him into a massive cube! The cube itself shrinks down, anti-teleport defenses phasing in around it, before a pillar of purple power erupts from the sky itself and obliterates the cube. The Godmodder, smoking, looks around for the next attack, before a cartoonish cat jumps out of a hole in the ground that suddenly opens up and slams a pie into his face! An entire gathering of Toons 'hole in, each using a different gag on the Godmodder- one squirts him with a seltzer bottle, another blows a foghorn into his ear, yet another drops a safe on his head, and an enterprising duo set up a short set of railroad tracks in front of him and lure him onto it with hypno-goggles. A pair of tunnels sprout up on either side of the tracks and a train runs over him! The mere presence of so many Toons lures some Cogs onto the field, and a few decide to attack the Godmodder. A Bloodsucker liquidates him - literally - a Spin Doctor dizzies him with all his spinning, a Legal Eagle gives him the Evil Eye, and a Big Cheese hits a golfball into his face. Eventually, the Toons beat all the Cogs and, tossing down holes, jump back to wherever they were before. Next, rain begins to fall from a set of clouds that have suddenly gathered above the Godmodder, freezing after a second into sharp shards of ice that tear into the Godmodder. The server itself glitches out, the Godmodder suddenly being in several places at once with only a few of his body parts in each place. Mystical energy and magical power gather from across universes, blasting the Godmodder with pasta, magic missiles, eldritch blasts, void energy, oblivion and creation, negative energy, shadow magic, reality majjyyks, sauce, soulsauce, purest hope, wind, light magic, mana, force, radiant energy, necrotic energy, ghostfire, red mana, blue mana, black mana, indigo flames, holy magic, english energy, fire, ice, lightning, water, steam, arcane energy, and many more myriad magics. Finally, portals rip themselves open to other universes and a massive cast of characters gather, each with their own method of attack. Jack Rakan pulls out his pactio artifact, Ho Heros Meta Chilion Prosopon, and a massive multitude of swords appear and rain on the Godmodder from every direction. Wrack and Ruin mercilessly double-team the Godmodder, joined by their fellow Twilight Paladins. Nagamar himself appears, and transforms THE GODMODDER into an ODD GREED MOTH. Freddy and co. scream in the Godmodder's face. Flumpty Bumpty and co. also jumpscare the Godmodder. And lots of other attacks happen. Lastly, Flandre Scarlet reappears, being unable to really disappear without at least being able to demonstate her power, "Destruction of Anything and Everything." She does the obvious.
No sooner have I finished my edits and improvements than I fade from the strange plane, and I find myself back in GodCraft. As soon as I do, the full implications of what I just saw and did hit me and I clutch the Orb of Control and break it, expending every last bit of its sanity-boosting energy and coming out only slightly worse than I was before. The last lingering influences of Mr. Eaten are also completely eradicated. Its mindscape-unlocking energy is instead diverted to giving me a greater understanding of my own mindscape, the power boost sent back in time to the ritual.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
+2 to Crystal
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 3/9
Wilson Money: $2
Fastest Thing Alive: 14/50 (+1 from Crystal)
Gotta Go Fast: 14/50 (+1 from Crystal)
Tesseract Manifold: 9/11
Antimatter Buster Station: 5/11
Gallium Arsenide Computer: 3/4
==Actions==
1 th1nk 1t 1s pr0p3r t0 hav3 s0m3 var1at10n 1n my w3ap0ns that 1 am curr3ntly us1ng. D3pl0y1ng Ant1matt3r B3am3rs.
The HAL-Mech retracts its railguns. Instead it deploys its antimatter beamers, weapons that fire a superheated beam of antimatter at its target. Two beams fire out of the HAL-Mech and continually blast the Godmodder. The Futurama Gang continues their barrage. Fry and Leela continue flying around on the Planet Express Ship and firing the turret and some antimatter torpedoes. Lothyra shoots the Godmodder with iBoomstick.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
Act 1! +1 to Ire, +1 to Wilson!
Invert (33/50) (Sun in the Shadow. +2 from Talist.)
AMPLIFIER UBERCHARGE: 7/9
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 5/7.)
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 4/9)? Twin told me this one over Pchum.
WELP. DIS GUN BE GOOD.
As the Entities may STILL be ever-so-slightly useful in the distraction part and they aren't dead YET...Mokou will naturally attack the Godmodder, completely unafraid, due to Ressurective Immortality. Seriously you cannot kill this girl-each HP bar is her DYING, and when they're all gone she's simply in too much pain to continue. The Hatters will use their 4-turn Specials on The godmodder: Salvation for Trottimus, Law, Life, Death for djh3max, and Cleansing for Alsmiffy. Finally-an attack deserving its own cutscene...
The Hand suddenly shudders as the power of 5 turns flows into it, ready to react violently! The whole tower trembles even harder than it did before! It looks like the Hand of Truth is about to pull out a NASTY attack! The Hand writhes and warps itself, forming into complex Sacred Geometries that briefly quell all fighting at once, instead making everyone Praise the Hand, Immediately! They bow and prostrate themselves before the glorious Hand and his powerful dance of phalanges! A golden light emits from the whole spectacle, as ceaseless chants of Praise the Hand rock the room! The golden light of the hand quickly becomes a blinding mantle of obscuring Sacred Geometries! Then it all stops. Everything, just stops. Everyone is confused for a second. The Hand has vanished. Suddenly, it reappears, and all the chanting and bowing immediately resumes, proceeds almost normally, with the Godmodder forcibly levitated above the scene (if all goes well). The Hand's most powerful form, the GOLDEN GESTICULATION, has appeared, searing the Godmodder's mind with the absolute truths! However, knowing all, he intermixes his powerful message with the message of Wilson, burning its ABSOLUTE TRUTH into his mind as forcibly as possible! All the while, Sacred Geometries tear the impure one's skin and organs, insdie his body and out, with a force of Divinium Sawblades, and the Sheer glory of the Hand's form tears into his very mind and soul, rending it utterly, the only cleansing it can provide at the Godmodder's stage of corruption is absolute destruction! This continues for a few minutes, the intensity increasing all the while. Eventually, the white of the OP Scale and the Narrative gently tugs on the Hand, and the Hand reverts to its previous form, gently. The urge to praise the hand lays at the back of all minds, the sacred Geometries remembered by all present, and the Godmodder hopefully rended.
He better be rended. OK, distracted is the better word for it, but still, he better be at this point.
I tap into my (VERY) inner First Guardian Powers, the singular, tiny sparks of it. Much smaller than TT2K's spark of First Guardian Powers on paper, and definitely a speck in the sun compared to TwinBuilder, but a septillionth of a septillionth of its power is still pretty immense. I pull out the Miniature Red Sun and the Four Red Sun Alchemies, ready for action. They are going to be tiny sparks, the tiny sparks that give me the inch I need to go for the whole mile. A few tiny sparks can start a big fire, after all. It just needs the proper firestarter. Mythos transforms in my left hand to fit the transformation, the Shield and Sword both attaching to it, and the Scattergun being worked into its internal systems through its powerful transformative properties. Meanwhile, I take the Door in my still-nonmechanical hand. The flames of the Red Sun burn off of me, turning my skin utterly pale and, interestingly, making my hair act as fire. Complete with some of it flickering like fire. Wrap your mind around that. The Fires of the Red sun envelop me, and my eyes are finally, FINALLY visible. Except, not really, as they're currently Crimson Supernovae, bright as the night. A brief and painful, but utterly complete First Guardian Transformation. ((+15 to all stats, huehuehuehue.)) My Godmodding powers flare in addition, making a golden aura emit off of the Red Flames. A First Guardian Godmodder. If this is not stupidly powerful, then bob is your uncle, aunt, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and other uncle. My time is extremely limited-this is not something I should be drawing out forever. I point the enhanced Mythos at the Godmodder, a red/golden aura surrounding the weapon as it switches to Oblivion Mode. The Blue flames of Oblivion turn into something more, interacting with and merging with the Red of the Red Sun and the Golden of Reality Majjyks, becoming something rather indescribable, a triumverate of the three primary colors, swirling around the Scythe that ends Oblivion Mode's barrel-less weapon. At the same time, I draw the Gatekeeper's Scythe at long last, and transform it into a blade without form, an extension of the Oblivion-Form Mythos, crackling with various Elemental energies. Very weakly. This is no True Rapture, it's intentionally weakened, but it is nevertheless a proper merger of all 25 elements Piono wields, as well as the power of the Red Sun-primarily Oblivion and Reality, true, as well as some Red Sun mixed in for good measure. The weapon's many colors unite with the First Guardian power to create a reddish aura, still multicolored around the edges but pure crimson at the core. I hesitate no longer: I fire a massive, stupidly large bolt of Multi-elemental energies at the Godmodder in the form of a ridiculously huge red sword, before bum-rushing him with the remaining power with the remaining modified energies and creating a second sword from the same source, attacking the Godmodder to the fullest extent I possibly can, aiming for a hit even relatively close. Upon contact, a blinding flash of multi-colored energies emits violently. You'd mistake it for Trickster Mode, except I'm not in Trickster Mode at this point. It's just a variety of utterly deadly energies trying their best to rudely eviscerate the Godmodder. The blasts, however, send me reeling backwards. It is at this point that I go out of First Guardian mode, unable to hold the form any longer, and Mythos ejects the various Red sun alchemies, gracefully put back into my inventory, and wipe considerable sweat off of my brow. Hoo boy that was dangerous.
No post today, in case it hasn't been extremely obvious. I'm looking for an end to this Trial early this week.
Alright then. I've been saving up something HUGE!
Action 1/3
Starfall Sync: 39/50
I emit purple glowing energies, and I fire them like a laser at the Godmodder.
Sword Damage: 180K/250K
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
Welp, I think that wins it.
Eric, his rune-enhance having run out, rushes back over to Wilson.
That, my friend, is Notch. The one who created Minecraft.
Anyways, our ride is here.
He waves to Astria, Astria! Get over here! We might not get another chance to leave if we finish this thing before we get into our ride out!
Eric tries to catch the attention of the assorted other people scattered around the top of the tower that wanted rides out of Godcraft.
All the while this is happening, the firing squad in the TARDIS continues opening fire with their flurry of spells and projectiles. A number have run out of ammo/mana, but others have stepped forward to take their place.
Hank, Sanford and Deimos are all still at the forefront, and Hank has hooked penultimatum up to the TARDIS, and is firing a stream of time vortex shots into the godmodder and his decoys.
The TARDIS does not pull away after people pile into it. Anyone that piles in that still wants to attack can join the firing team, and even detail some of the attacks being unleashed from the side of the TARDIS if they so choose.
((twin, for your ease in case you were going to draw the TARDIS, upon leaving/moving away, the TARDIS will revert to blue box form.))
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Act 2! +1 to Ire, +1 to Wilson!
Invert (34/50)
AMPLIFIER UBERCHARGE: 7/9
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 6/7.)
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 5/9)?
I really do not have time for the Godmodder's BS further than he's already taken it. I pull out a golden token detailing a sandwich on it, with golden wings and a crown on the edges as details. For those that look closely, it radiates a powerful, delicious scent. This item I have marvelously aquired from various journeys during the Squid Ink Incident, specifically [REDACTED], [DATA EXPUNGED], and [REMOVED FOR PUBLIC SAFETY]...no, wait, scratch [DATA EXPUNGED], it was only [REDACTED] and [REMOVED FOR PUBLIC SAFETY]. But anyways, this dangerous piece of hardware, however deceptively weak it looks, is basically a can of Boss-murdering awesome. The Godmodder is probably immune to everything except Trial finishing, so naturally, the only thing I can do is do something that clearly no-one thought to use against the Legion of Pyronus. (They should have, though.) I toss the token roughly where I am standing. The token wedges itself into the ground and trembles, glowing a soothing light and turning into a pillar of blue aura, reaching up to the heavens!
As a few of the less-informed people stare in awe of the spectacle, a light shines down from the top of the tower, onto the pillar of aura, and a figure descends! He is huge, fat and muscular, simply dressed with a black shirt over a red vest. He is old and wise-looking, with a magnificent beard and a pair of small spectacles, with a beautiful halo resting inches above his head. His hands hold a gentle, soothing light in his hands. This man, it is St. Heffi, Guardian Spirit of Business Lunch! He hovers a few feet off of the ground, the light and pillar of aura fading, only the figure left. Nothing happens for a few moments. Then, St. Heffi points upwards with his right hand! The Godmodder looks up, just in time to meet what will likely be his doom, by falling truck! After it lands (hopefully upon the Godmodder), it is revealed that St. Heffi teleported into the Truck while no-one was looking! He lets out a merry laugh, another job well done in his opinion. Then, the truck starts rumbling with a holy light from beneath, and it explodes gloriously, sending Sandviches everywhere at high speeds, making sure everyone gets a Sandvich! St. Heffi is flung from the truck onto the side of the Tower, close to where I'm standing, his job done.
"Thanks, Mate!" I say.
"Yes!" St. Heffi replies, right before imminently vanishing.
POST
summons
pepe: 3/30
coldsteel: 3/40
pepe2: 3/30
attacks
AIDS: 2/2
target: GM
complete!
GM is injected with AIDS, or Absolutely Insufferable Disorder Syndrome, poisoning him
WAKE ME UP INSIDE: 2/3
target: self
mic scream: 1/2
target: GM
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 30%
Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Sorcerous. Red Matter IIII Primal III Nodal Outburst III
Line of Sight && Miniature Golden Pyramid && Indigo Flames = Cipher's Call (7/11)
Eldarium Curse 50/50!
+1 to Tazz; +1 to Crystal.
Suddenly, I appear once more, in a flash of amethyst light, appearing somewhat bedraggled and disheveled.
Ah, GodCraft. It's good to be back.
I immediately levitate into the air, wisps of amethyst energy trailing off of my form.
50/50 Expended.
I continue to float in the air, limply, eyes closed. Suddenly, there is a burst of violet light, and a figure appears, composed entirely of amethyst energy. I course with arcane energy, facing the being.
Sensing an answer from the being's thoughts, I incline my hand. Suddenly, everything goes black, the being slowly solidifying, forming a generic human male. Then, a landscape forms, folding about, generating an entire reality. The man lies upon the floor, asleep, holding a bottle of wine approximately 1.4 feet in length. The landscape appears to be that of a thick forest. The man is within a clearing. Slowly, he wakes. I appear to telepathically converse with the man, within another reality, another universe. The man awakens, and groggily rises, examining his surroundings. Looking around, he gathers various things, including fallen branches, dry grass, and a plethora of plants and roots, of which I assure you the man knows no difference between. He's not a botanist. Soon afterwards, he stands before a pile of organic matter he obtained himself, holding the bottle of wine. Parched, the man uncorks the bottle, and takes a long drink. It turns out that the liquid within is actually fox urine, and the man is glugging it down. He realizes what's within the bottle and immediately drops it, spitting and retching as the bottle smashes into innumerable shards upon the ground. He continues along on his venture into the wilderness, constructing a rudimentary shower. Hiding within, he sleeps through the night. The next morning, he awakens, only to hear a large animal lumbering about, not attempting to feign stealth in any manner whatsoever. It is a bear, searching for the... scent of foxes. Hah. The man waits, and watches, his head popping out of his shelter. The bear suddenly turns around, staring at a deer. It lumbers into the clearing containing the deer, disappearing behind some bushes. The man crawls away, hearing the roaring of the bear, and the sickening sound of tearing flesh. Peering behind him, the man sees the corpse of a bear in the clearing, puncture wounds and collapsing organs evidentially serving as the cause of death, pools of blood surrounding the corpse, most of which actually belong to the bear. He stares for a few moments, before breaking into a sprint, running in the opposite direction. He sprints faster still when he hears a deer filling him. Suddenly, the man treads over the remnants of the 'wine' bottle, the glass shards digging into his feet, gouging out massive wounds. He falls to the floor, splashing into a bit of fox urine, blood gushing from the bottoms of his feet. He rolls over, panting, and sees a deer staring at him, its lower jaw hanging limply from its skull, by a mere thread of tissue. It lowers its antlers. Suddenly, the man feels incredible pain as antlers cleave cleanly through flesh and bone, puncturing organs and tearing veins and arteries. Everything goes black.
A landscape appears, and the man is swimming in a pool, unconscious, sustaining no wounds in any way whatsoever. He awakens from a nightmare, looking around. Some sort of nightmare involving deer, forests, and fox urine. Hah. He notices he is not currently wearing much in regards to obfuscation below the waist. A wheel of cheddar cheese, two feet in diameter, floats in the chlorinated water. The man looks upwards, swimming to the edge of the pool to find any form of towel. He grabs one from the strangely empty public pool, and puts it on. Suddenly, a flock of eagles swoops down from the skies, heading down towards him. He rushes towards the gateway, stumbling slightly in the darkness of midnight and the slick floors. Two eagles land on his leg, and begin tearing and pecking at a particular area. The man shouts, falling into the pool. Several more eagles descend upon him as he floats in the water, face-down, clad in naught but a towel. His arm extends forward slowly, floating in the water. Suddenly, his extended hand grips the wheel of cheese, swinging it backwards. It slams into a few eagles, instantly knocking them unconscious. Everything goes white. The man blinks several times, standing up, and straightening himself, looking around in the blank plane. Suddenly, an eagle appears, human-sized, clad in a leotard. It squawks several times, and then speaks.
"Do you want to try a cupcake?"
The eagle's lower jaw swings downwards in a manner akin to a hinge, and a cupcake floats outwards. The man rushes over, and grabs the cupcake, slowly raising the cupcake to his lips. He bites in, and as his teeth sink inwards slightly, he tastes the most amazing icing in what appears to be the range of human perception. Suddenly, it becomes extremely bitter and disgusting, everything goes black, and suddenly an incredibly old woman is stuffing semen cupcakes down the man's throat while a flock of eagles tears at his flesh, and everything goes black once more as he begins to choke, blood pouring from everywhere, floating in the pool, several eagles perched upon the wheel of cheese floating in the pool.
Suddenly, a landscape appears once more. A flat, withered land, devoid of all life and objects. The man stands still, while visions of wine and cheese shift through his mind suddenly and inexplicably, flashing. Suddenly, a horrific amalgamation of a horrifically old woman and a deer without a lower jaw begins walking towards the man, humming a tune. The man stands still stiffly, holding a wheel of cheese. He watches, and the creature breaks out into a sprint, panting horribly, shouting the tune out. The man immediately begins running away. As he turns around and leaps forward, however, he stumbles directly off of a cliff he was standing upon, and begins to fall. A large, jagged rock appears to be upon the ground below him. The man holds the cheese below him, looking at the side of the steep cliff as he falls. A broken train track, holding two decomposing bodies, tied to it, one missing all of its teeth, the other, sustaining broken legs piercing directly through its knees, and a cracked skull. The man feels the cheese sinking into the spike. It breaks apart upon the floor, and crumbles; however, the man survives. He looks around, evidently relieved. A horrifying panting noise mixed with a song pervades the area as the beast jumps off of the cliff as well, descending towards the man. He stares upwards, paralyzed by fear, as the creature slams into the spike. Its head is immediately crushed, and bits of brain spray everywhere as blood and flesh ooze from the tip of the spike. The man stares for a moment, picking up the pieces of cheese, some of which are coated in bits of brain. He takes a bite. Several minutes later, the man, having acquired a taste for flesh, gnaws at the body of the creature, consuming flesh, singing the tune the late entity was humming beforehand. The cannibalistic man freezes in his tracks as he hears an extremely loud humming noise, and the wind whipping around him. He slowly turns around, and I float behind him, copious amounts of violet wisps pouring from my limp form. I incline a hand, eyes still closed, and waves of amethyst force the man into the wall, the stone cracking and shattering. The man sees a vision of a horrific amalgamation of deer and old woman, before everything goes black, save my form, along with the amethyst magics. Slowly, everything returns to normal. Richard was completely preoccupied with watching this, and is distracted immensely by this cliff-hangar. Hah.
I stare at Richard, slowly drawing a dense-appearing spherical oaken seed. Without bothering to carefully place the seed within the tower, I toss the thing in Richard's direction. It strikes the ground, slowly rolling towards the Godmodder. The second the seed reaches within eight meters of the Godmodder, it bursts into the ground, burying itself nigh-instantaneously. The smell of fir trees fills the general area, something sprouting from the ground wherein the seed buried itself. This object appears to be a leafless mass of oak twigs and branches, rising in a manner akin to some sort of necromantic horde colloquially rising from the dead, and coming together to form a sort of undead tree. The organic mass twists around Richard's general area, forming a sort of cone-like containment chamber. No attempts to break free succeed for several moments. I draw a syringe filled with some sort of pulp-infested dark purple liquid, stride over to the leafless tree, and inject the liquid within the syringe into the tree, quickly moving away. Immediately, a withered, pulpous, rancid-smelling purple discoloration begins to rise to prominence upon the tree, spreading abnormally quickly. In moments, nodules filled with orchid fluids begin to grow on the tree as it slowly becomes more and more fibrous and twisted. Digging underground would reveal that the roots of this tree have grown beneath Richard entirely, completely sealing him within. I stare at the tainted tree, watching within by means of the Illumination as a heart-esque object forms within the tree, pumping tainted fluids around this living tree of suffering. Orifices all around the tree begin to swell, forming multiple chambers for organic fluids to flow within. Nodules within the chamber wherein Richard is contained begin to swell to a continually greater size, filling with orchid liquids and fluids in a bulbous manner, the twisted bark around the nodules parting slightly to accommodate for this newfound growth, peeling away. Suddenly, the nodules within begin to burst, aubergine gases spilling out, and filling Richard's chamber in its entirety. While I doubt this will deal any form of damage in the slightest, it will definitely serve as a distraction, for some time. The tree begins to wither, collapsing inwards, further restraining the Godmodder. The foul Taint within the limbs of the organic construct seeps inwards, adding to the Flux Gas's potency at an exponentially expansive rate.
I continue to watch the Godmodder, revealing nothing. I merely concentrate, staring without breaking eye contact or blinking in any way whatsoever. A metallic taste fills the mouths of all within a sizable radius. Hah. Instantaneously, spikes of drab gray metal burst from the ground, forming a hollow cone around Richard immediately. Then, before anybody can react, the metal melts, forming a puddle around the Godmodder. With a thought, arcane runes begin flowing from the metallic puddles, eldritch calligraphy unable to be comprehended. The runic shapes swirl about, fluctuating in color wildly. Ancient mutterings pervade the minds of all within the area, seemingly tearing into their thoughts. The runes flash with every color imaginable in quick succession, repeating and shifting nigh-instantaneously. Slowly, visions cross through the minds of all within a sizable radius. Visions of death, destruction, murder, and a strange octarine room, along with those of wine, cheese, old women, and deer. The room seems to taunt the afflicted (including the Godmodder), utterly still. With discreet abruptness, visions of severed heads and tentacle-infested body parts burst into the vision of the afflicted, before disappearing moments before their introduction. The images begin to rapidly accelerate in speed, filling the minds of the afflicted for the remainder of eternity, thoroughly distracting them from daily affairs. It should be noted that I possess a ward designed to deflect these particular visions. This should be enough of a distraction. Hah.
The Godmodder eats the potato, disabling the rest of the attack, and then gets back to attacking Notch.
Okay, fair enough. The attack fails on the grounds that it is poorly written! (I should have done that with Pricey, looking back... Wait wh
[email protected]*$%!$%@%$#?////// /)THE OVERHEATER: A machine gun made from gold that throbs with orange color. It is very hot to the touch, and its ammunition is imbued with the power of creation and the power of oblivion.
11,000 damage to the Chaos Incarnation!
Of course not.
The Godmodder counters the entire attack with the fact that ERR has been completely and utterly erased from existence, so no mirror images of him can ever be created or used in attacks ever again!
The whole point of distracting the Godmodder is so he doesn't nope any attempts to get the Key! The Godmodder converts the entire ground into Slime Blocks and causes Notch to bounce extremely high up into the ceiling, giving the Godmodder enough time to push SCP-2317 out of the way entirely and judo throw him out of the Tower and to the ground! He promptly dies of fall damage, since the Tower is hundreds of blocks high and there's no water around to break the fall!
Wow. That really is a lot... Most of this should have been used already, but whatever. Unleash them, and do it quickly.
You respawn.
The Unicoders && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (Level 9: 1/10)
The Godmodder is dumbfounded that the attack worked! Notch pummels him into the wall, but the Godmodder recovers and quickly creates a herd of Diamond Wolves that mercilessly chase Notch and hunt him down!
Becoming injected with Chuck Norris Stims doesn't mean that you're going to be targeted by the ACN Turret Tank! The Godmodder then steals your Stims right before you inject Notch with them and injects them into himself, removing any harmful substances they might contain before he does so, and roundhouse kicks Notch through the ceiling! Notch comes back, but it's evident he's seen some things up in the never-ending, icy cold, soul sucking darkness of space.
Ye, you can use the tenth Rave now. Not right now, apparently.
+2 to all Sacred Items!
> engie_ninja: COMBAT OPERANDI => DECIMATION
You use up 5 Elf Tears and 2 Hog Slop.
The rockets are all aimed fairly inaccurately, although the Godmodder has to dodge some ones that stray a bit too close to him!
You are not OP on the server, so you do not have access to Command Blocks!
You use the Emerald Nova and the Nether Spire to create a bullet lightning flaming amalgamation, the name of which sounds like it was ripped straight from Scribblenauts. The Godmodder, who has Projectile Protection and Fire Protection on his armor, views the thing as nothing more than a grandiose light show.
All the Godmodder Clones have exploded, but the dump truck itself has not! It launches itself right at the TARDIS and knocks the Energy Obliterator off of alignment! It fires through the ceiling and creates a jagged hole that cuts through the entire Tower, creating massive explosions that rain shrapnel on everyone, blocking several random attacks this turn as a result! The shrapnel ends up causing the Godmodder to lose his footing, giving Notch several opportunities to attack...
The Godmodder points out that you are not the one who decides what the millions of players on GodCraft do, I am.
As the wave of bullet hell surges towards the Godmodder, he makes no attempt to move, letting the surge of projectiles wash over him like a hot shower. And for someone with Projectile Protection -1, it is. Then it starts to sting a bit and the Godmodder realizes he has to do something. He takes out a Degreaser with infinite airblast and blasts all of the explosives (bar the bullets which continue to do nothing) back at the TARDIS! They rain through any shields the machine may have and end up attacking the weapons systems directly, taking many out and preventing further attack!
The Godmodder /invsees you and pulls Inpure's Shovel from your inventory, using it to un-load itself and restore the Banhammer! The Godmodder then bans all of the Wither Skulls from existence.
+5 HP to Serpent!
That's fine, go ahead.
Tingle turns your hammer into a bunch of flowers!
GALLIUM ARSENIDE: A chemical compound that acts as a semiconductor.
Gallium Arsenide && Computer = G.A. Computer (Level 2: 1/3)
The Godmodder notices the HAL-Mech walking towards him and Notch. Right when the HAL-Mech is about to land a blow...
GODMODDER: I'm sorry, HAL-Mech. I'm afraid I can't let you do that.
The mech's railguns become plugged with blocks - blocks made of normal matter. The antimatter comes into contact with them and a huge jam occurs, blowing up all of the mech's weapon systems instantly. The Godmodder pulls up a glass shield to block the lasers (since glass obviously repels mirrors), causing the mirrors to bounce around a bunch and hit all of the antimatter torpedos, prematurely detonating them and knocking out the Planet Express Crew.
The Spader becomes hostile the instant it is summoned and begins to attack everyone and everything with beams of pure science! The Godmodder erases the pips from the dice, and the Spader loses its power and disappears.
The Godmodder immediately goes into a panic attack since he doesn't want to become food! Notch beats him up some more until the Godmodder recovers, determined to push on...
+3,000 HP to Asharon!
Psiichip && Scorpio Pendant = Cobalt Psiichip (Level 8: 1/9)
There is now, but there won't be soon. If you want to use it, use it right now.
I guess so.
Failed because of TehEpicNinja9001!
The Godmodder slaps you with the Holy Mackerel first! +3,000 HP to alsmiffy!
PSIISWITCH: A crystalline switch that can control the output of psiionic powers in other beings.
Gem Watchtop >= Renamer =< Amethyst Watchtop
Indigo Flames = tR!4n?Lv
The Godmodder sucks up all the food into a cornucopia on reverse and then spits it all out at Notch!
Build Doll && Protection Charm && Azure Essence = Build Protection (Level 20: 1/21)
The Godmodder sits down and rests after that huge quest, and is helpless to see Notch tower over him and promptly start beating him up! Only after drinking several recovery items does the Godmodder get back into fighting, bringing the duel back into a stalemate!
The Godmodder is dumbfounded, but nothing else happens.
Points Constellate && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth (Level 10: 1/11)
How do you disembowel someone with heavily protective armor on?
Notch becomes distracted too, rendering the first half of the attack null! The Godmodder had 47 Razorbacks on, so he is unaffected by the knives!
The Godmodder sets up a shield of Ghasts around him that are immune to fire! Notch has to fight through the Ghasts before taking on the Godmodder again...
The Godmodder seals himself inside a laser-proof sphere and then uses /toggledownfall to completely counteract SUPERCELL!
ಠ_à²
The Godmodder telekinetically seizes the Futurama Gang so they can't attack!
Four-fifths of the Deadpool's dialogue is either gorilla or gorillaz, rendering them moot!
How can you tickle a Minecraft avatar?
The Robotic Shield will block the next two attacks against the Godmodder!
Blocked due to the Robotic Shield!
Blocked due to the... Robotic Shield. Huh. That was dumb.
Notch chooses to not open the spoiler.
The Godmodder chooses to temporarily remove the restrictions on your computer that make it so GodCraft never lag, resulting in your computer promptly exploding due to the strain of handling everything on the server (plus an infinite fractal) at once. If you don't have a computer and are instead using a computer analogue, that becomes affected instead.
You do not know the Godmodder's address!
The Godmodder uses all of his willpower to not join in on the conga line! Soon, everyone, even Notch, has joined in! The Godmodder promptly hires a Demoman to sticky-trap the conga before it's too late! Everyone is blown sky-high...
Time freezes. The duel stops, every player's movement ceases, the storm raging above the Tower subsides. Only you and the Godmodder are unaffected. The Godmodder walks over to you, unblinking.
GODMODDER:
GODMODDER:
GODMODDER: Heh. How could I be a massive failure when, prior to this, I've had millions of players eternally raging over the hell that they've been trapped in for a year?
GODMODDER: They can't do anything but sit and watch. The only thing they can do is sit down at their computer and wonder what sort of thing's going to screw them over this time.
GODMODDER: They try to leave, but they can't. Sure, the effect's worn out for some, but there are always others who will just get caught, hook and sinker.
GODMODDER: All of you are immune to this effect, only because you all are the only ones that stood up and did something back at day one. Thirty out of fifteen million.
The Godmodder paces around.
GODMODDER: Thirty players out of millions, are the only ones not caught in this trap. I don't consider that a failure at all.
GODMODDER: And I'm just as upset at Scratch as you are, you know. Me going Psi-Godmodder was supposed to be the final event, the thing that would make everyone kneel! ...But then. Well, you know.
GODMODDER: I could have became the Psi. I was distracted with Alpha, too busy talking with him to notice Scratch.
GODMODDER: But whatever. The Psi-Godmodder is old news now. I've found something much better.
GODMODDER: Power infinitely greater, and yet much more obtainable.
GODMODDER: You seriously think a rooftop duel with the creator of Minecraft is my final plan?
GODMODDER: Of course this doesn't have higher stakes than fighting the Psi-Godmodder.
GODMODDER: What happens next...
GODMODDER: That's another story. One you'd better hope you're not around for.
Time unfreezes. The Godmodder was so distracted with that conversation that Notch jumps him and proceeds to aggress the Godmodder for a bit before the Godmodder breaks free of Notch's grip and the duel continues!
GODMODDER: OH, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I guess some things never change.
You can't double post! You also can only do three charges at once! Nothing in this post counts as a result!
The Godmodder is unfazed by the comment and the jumpscare, since he knows BB isn't fatal!
Your double-360-spin ends up attracting some MLG pros who want to 360-noscope you to show off their awesome circular spinning skillz. They end up 360-noscoping everyone but you and the Godmodder, killing everyone in the crowd. Yeah, they have terrible aim.
The Godmodder sticks his left arm out, the Godarm! The cobalt orb on the arm appears to absorb all of the lasers and release them through the air instead.
CAPTCHAROID DUPLICATOR: A Captcharoid Camera that will duplicate potentially infinite copies of whatever item it takes a picture of that can be shared with others.
THE AZURE ARMORY V2: An upgraded version of the Azure Armory that now has the ability to fire Ultramatter Grenades.
THE ULTRABAND V2: An upgraded version of the Ultraband that now has the ability to let the wearer teleport anywhere they can think of.
The Godmodder's numerous antivirus and anti-hack plugins easily destroy the viruses!
The Godmodder, who can't see what he's doing, gets hit by the airstrike, completely distracted! Once the Nintendog subsides, the Godmodder resumes the fight...
45/50.
The Godmodder isn't a hacker, he's a godmodder! There's a big difference.
The Godmodder drinks a speed potion!
The Godmodder throws a white hole into the black hole, destroying them both!
STAFF OF THE MIND DEMON: A staff that makes channeling blue mana easier. Blue mana is the mana of thought and knowledge, and could potentially use the abilities of Indigo Flames.
Upgraded Alchegloves && Magic-to-Grist Convertor = Converting Alchegloves
Upgraded Pocket Alchemiter = Converting Pocket Alchemiter
CONVERTING ALCHEGLOVES + POCKET ALCHEMITER: Two Alchemiter-based devices that can take in magic and convert them into grist, charging up their item production.
The Godmodder calls upon the reserves of the Nether and sends a legion of Blazes to their deaths, sacrificing them to take the brunt of the oil attack! Notch cannot interfere unless he wants to be one with the oil as well...
GOLD PSIONIC PROGRAM: A program that will give the user the psionic powers of gold-blooded trolls.
The Godmodder refuses! That game isn't even canonical!
The Godmodder ends up messing with the 1337 H4x0rs so that they want to target the 60dm0dd3r and not the Godmodder! The 1337 H4x0rs fly away in pursuit, never to return.
If you want to use it, use it now.
The Godmodder is completely and thoroughly distracted by this attack, having gone through a danmaku purgatory and whatever the hell those toon things were. He is so distracted that he barely notices several thousand lightning strikes imbued with the power of Notch striking him every second, and promptly encases Notch in bedrock while he tries to recuperate...
Converting Alchegloves && Thought-Control Interface = Mental Alchegloves
MENTAL ALCHEGLOVES: An upgraded version of the Converting Alchegloves that can be controlled via thought.
The Godmodder half-heartedly deflects iBoomstick's fire.
The Godmodder has horrible flashbacks to Psi-Scratch and, still dazed after crystal's Narrative-altering event, becomes completely defenseless once more! Notch lays down the hurt until the Godmodder teleports Chuck Norris into the middle of the field! Notch only barely dodges the ACN Turret's fire as Chuck leaps back through the Tower and into his eternal fight. The Godmodder, who has now thoroughly recovered and renewed his strength, grapples Notch and slaps him with the force of a Relish Nuke warhead. Notch slides backwards and becomes covered in tasty tasty relish.
The Godmodder throws a prism in the laser's direction that turns the purple light into a rainbow, except where the purple should be is white light! The resulting paradox blows up in your face!
The TARDIS is down for the count... Weapons-wise, anyway.
The Godmodder holds up the truck as it falls right on top of him, and then counters the rest of the attack, saying that the explosions were actually the Legion of Pyronus dying! (Every boss in that video explodes upon death! Well, almost every one. Twinklefoot and Bubba didn't, but that's because one got gibbed and another just nope'd out.)
The Godmodder is completely and utterly distracted by this last cliffhanger and fails to do much of anything when the actual attack sets in! When the attack is over, the Godmodder kneels to the ground and lies there.
The Chaos Incarnation deals 6,500 damage to Tingle!
The Pa'anuri Fragment attempts to summon a black hole but fails, as demonstrated earlier!
Notch rushes over to the Godmodder, but the Godmodder holds out his hand and stops Notch in midair. Using some of his most powerful time magics, he rips the age out of Notch, casting his Minecraft avatar back in time, back to 1.8, 1.7, 1.6, all the way through the Official Release, back into Beta, Alpha, Infdev, Indev, and into Classic. Since Classic can't be supported in the current release (two version histories can't mix!), Notch's avatar is incredibly corrupted and he takes 10 damage!
Flandre Scarlet dissolves after crystalcat's insane attack! Mokou attempts to attack the Godmodder with danmaku, but the Godmodder has mastered the art of danmaku evasion since being put through literal bullet hell with Flandre, and then edits her projectiles, turns them into TF2 rockets, and airblasts them back at her, killing her instantly! (Or I guess, making her leave because she doesn't want to continue fighting, based on what Tazz said earlier.) The Hand of Truth uses the Golden Gesticulation against the Godmodder, who is nearly consumed by the powers of the Hand but calls upon a dark and ancient power to shield him from the attack entirely... When it is over, you see a dull grey shield surrounding the Godmodder, tortured whispers of mimes emanating from it...
Trottimus uses Salvation on the Godmodder, becoming empowered with the divine energies of the Hand of Truth! The Godmodder counters by going back in time and creating a religion based around the Foot of Lies, placing hints of its nature throughout reality and telling his followers to prepare for the Foot's second coming! That happens to be right when Salvation happens, and Trottimus is overpowered by the Foot of Lies and its followers. The Godmodder deals with Law, Life, Death and Cleansing in the same way.
Garen deals 9,000 damage to Tingle! Alexiron heals Asharon for +25,000 HP! Asharon attempts to cast Regen on Alexiron but finds Alexiron already has Regen! Abathur doesn't spawn more Locusts (I think 6 is enough); the Locusts and Symbiotes deal 15,000 damage to Tingle!
Tingle convinces Garen to buy one of his maps. When Garen looks at the map, he sees it is of the deepest darkest pits of the Nether, and Garen finds himself inside a series of red-hot lava pits. 15,000 damage to Garen! The Godmodder executes a Special Attack...
> Godmodder477: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 10 PERPETUAL TRAP - STAGES OF GRIEF
The Godmodder clashes with Notch, manuvering around the Tower in such a way that Notch ends up stepping on an array of Pressure Portals! Notch, however, is not affected: Garen, Alexiron, Asharon, and the Hand of Truth are. They are instantly lifted into the air and become locked inside of a roughly cylindrical structure forged of several unbreakable substances! The Godmodder sets up an extremely potent bomb around the structure and opens up a portal to the Void, sealing them inside. The bomb is set to go off in one year.
As the four entities begin to drift off into the Void and realize that they will only have themselves to talk to and live with for an entire year, and that they will most likely die by the end of it, they begin to go through serious denial, thinking that there's no way this could have happened, this must be a trick, this can't possibly be real, it's all in your mind, or some other variation of said text. After a time they grow angry at each other and everything, lashing out at their situation and blaming themselves for getting into the war in the first place.
They eventually realize there is a speaker system hidden within the craft that can connect back to GodCraft, and talk to the Godmodder through it. They leave a long message to him, reasoning with him, trying to bargain with him, asking him to do anything to simply let them go. But there is no response. Even though it hasn't been a full year, enough time has elapsed that the war has finished without them. With this fact in mind, the entities become terribly depressed and do not do much of anything as the latter half of the year winds down.
And finally, they accept the fact that they are going to die. On the last day, the fateful day, they resign themselves to their fate. When the bomb explodes, it does so without noise, without feeling, and without any warning at all. One instant the cylinder is there, the next, one gram of raw antimatter has breached containment and an explosion the size of a city has leveled a sector of the Void. Garen dies. Alexiron and Asharon take 100,000 damage each. The Hand of Truth takes 64,000 damage. The latter three spontaneously teleport back to GodCraft at the present day.
The Itinerary:
> All: Distract the Godmodder with your most powerful attacks!
I. FINAL WAVE .III. DEMONHEAD .IIIII. INFESTATION .IIIIV. ASCENT .IVThe Tower:
IMPETUS COMB METER: ======================================== 7,829,000/8,000,000. (Gains +400,000/turn.)
Current Impetus Comb: 11
Peaceful Grove: III All allied debuffs go down twice as fast. All allied entities are healed for +5,000 HP.
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 20%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 20%.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 20%.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 3/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Kajiulord: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 20/25. Has Super Armor.
babysphee: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Generator_of_Cubes: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 1/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Talist: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
OverlordXcano: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage a turn.
PaperShuriken: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Pokefan151: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 25/20.
ProofofconcepT: [PG] HP: 20/20.
K4yne: [PG] HP: 22/20.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 18/20. Has Super Armor.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 15/20.
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 20/20.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
Chaos Incarnation: [???] HP: 49,000/75,000.
Pa'anuri Fragment: [H] Strength: IIIIIIIIII 77%. Loses 10% Strength a turn, can lose additional strength if someone uses teleports in an attack.
Split: [N] HP: 97,500/250,000. Weapon Mode: Rhythm Heaven. Achronological: II Record Break: II
Notch: [AG] HP: 20/20. Possesses the Divine Hammer. Dueling the Godmodder.
Wilson: [AG] HP: 138,600/300,000. Emotion: Neutral. Stress: IIIIIIIIII 0%. State: 0.
Laiko ==========O========== Wilson
Hand of Truth: [AG] HP: 1,846,000/2,000,000. Leaves after taking 200,000 damage. Current Form: Sign of True Victory. Golden Gesticulation: IIIII
Trottimus: [AG] HP: 80,000/80,000. Has a 35% dodge chance. Salvation: IIII Repentance: II
djh3max: [AG] HP: 53,500/80,000. Can regen +2,500 HP a turn. Law, Life, Death: IIII Reclamation: II
alsmiffy: [AG] HP: 52,000/80,000. Minicrits every other turn. Cleansing: IIII Golden Justice: II Symbiote Shield: 10,000/10,000 HP.
Alexiron: [AG] HP: 40,000/250,000. Mana: IIIIIIII 3 Terrain: IIIIIIIIII 0% Water. Regen: IIIII
Asharon: [AG] HP: 35,000/225,000. Terrain: IIIIIIIIII 20% Ash.
Abathur: [AG] HP: 80,000/80,000. Hidden: 100%. Symbiotes: 30,000/30,000. (x2.) Locusts: 5,000/5,000. (x6.)
Divinium Pillar: [PG] The Key is inside.
Tingle: [PG] HP: 261,500/300,000. Bananas: II Fairy Healing: III
Godmodder: [GM] HP: 2/125. Killstreak: 86. Dueling Notch.
The Forge
The Spoils:
Broken Halo: III READY (K4yne)
Contaminated Gear: IIII READY (ninjatwist321)
Rapidfire Bow: III READY (zerithos)
HHH's Headtaker: III READY (ManiacMasteR)
Hivemind CPU: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Potion Supply: III READY (Talist)
Ender Orb: IIIII READY (Netpatham)
Slime-Inator: III READY (Flare Flames)
Molten Processor: IIII READY (PitTheAngel)
Infinity Blade: II READY [4K] (The_Serpent)
Prism: III READY (Aegis_A095)
Lil' Cal: IIIII READY (insert_generic_username)
Shockwave Laser-Cannon: IIII DISABLED (fseftr)
Sacred Pool Balls: IIII READY (Irecreeper)
Deudly Magnum: I READY (TwinBuilder)
Emerald Nova: IIII READY (pionoplayer)
Waluigi Thyme: ...IS OVER. (Irecreeper)
Withered Plate: IIII READY (TT2000)
Auditory Piston: III READY (The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man)
Inferno Servo: III READY (Aegis-A095)
Magma Multiplier: IIII READY (Talist)
Silver Eye: III READY (Nimbleguy)
Table Leg: III READY (Leonstar0)
Spare Tentacle: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Providence's Topper: III READY (Irecreeper)
Red Scale: III READY (zerithos)
Twitchy Staff: III DISABLED (insert_generic_username)
Chaos Heart: IIIII READY (K4yne)
Faceless Eight: II READY (pionoplayer)
Necro Smasher: III READY (XDGrangerDX)
Black Matter Gun: IIII READY (Flare Flames)
Kitsune Charm: II READY (Nimbleguy)
Glitch Wrench: IIII READY (Talist)
Hard-Light Gun: III READY (Netpatham)
Oblivion's Topper: III READY (The_Nonexistent_Tazz)
Pale Valve: IIII READY (insert_generic_username)
Giant Gear: IIII READY (CobaltShade)
Nether Spire: IIIII READY (pionoplayer)
Amethyst Spike: IIIII READY (5l1n65h07)
Brass Knuckles: IIIIII DISABLED (Irecreeper)
Sacred Items:
2 Hog Slop
10 Elf Tears
7 Pie Filling
10 Weasel Snot
I grab the Godmodder's hand and shove it into a Nether portal. The hand connected with a Zombie Pigman, and pretty soon the entire Pigman army is on him. While he attempts to smite the hordes of pigmen, I rush up behinf him holding a Gooey Bomb from SSB, and stick it up his-
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Next thing I know, every soccer mom in the world is on me for even implying such antics. Of course, I simply blame GamerGate* for all my problems and the rest of the Internet is on my heels. I then heel kick the Godmodder, hitting him with the force of the entire Internet. A flame war starts on his forearm, followed by a troll post on his calf, and the next thing you know he is drowned by the sheer power of INTERNETZ.
I flick him just for good measure. With a genade. And I use the missing R to REDACT him.
*DISCLAIMER: TehEpicNinja9001 has nothing to do with the GamerGate debate and has not taken a side. It was just a funny reference.
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
Except I was not going to inject myself with Chuck Norris Stims, I was going to inject Notch with Chuck Norris Stims! It even says that!
I set up an S.E.P. Field Generator to obscure both Notch AND the AGs, Ns, and Divinium Pillar which of course doesn't prevent anyone inside from noticing anything else inside.)
I pick up a violin.
>Netpatham: Exit S.E.P. Field, play C418: Sweden scored for solo violin.
>All: Be in awe.
>Notch: Not notice any of this, unfortunately, because earplugs. I'll send him the recording after this assuming we make it out alive.
>Netpatham: Re-enter S.E.P. Field because getting murderized is not on my to-do-list nor will it be.
In fact, I hack into the Godmodder's planner app and add an item that says "Get Brutally Murderized: Now Until The End Of Your Lifespan." in every time interval.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
I am unsuprisingly unimpressed by your shenanigans./null
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
1'-[7']-{'3}-'3-'3 '6-11'-7'-6'-7' '1-{'3}-8'-12'-'3-2'
'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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It's part of the game. Deal with it.
/null.
I'll be making my great escape now!
...
My supposedly being impressed by net is a complete fabrication and I will not stand for it.
Skaia's Bow 35/40
Insanity Quiver 12/50
Ultimate Skulltop 35/50
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 3/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 1/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 10/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-10, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Quiver: Godmodder's Taglock, Freeze Program, Jolt Program, Void Program, Null Cube Program, Nostalgia Program, Elemental Tri-Beam Program.
I point out that the Godmodder might not be wearing socks. He must go on a quest for socks, and prepares for a horrible multipart quest. I then point out that this is very much not my style. At all. The godmodder realizes that this was in fact my specialty: refrances. I then shove the Godmodder into a car and drive it into the ocean. He attempts to escape, but he accidentally lands in a clam, to his dismay.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
1'-[7']-{'3}-'3-'3 '6-11'-7'-6'-7' '1-{'3}-8'-12'-'3-2'
'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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Stuff charges!
+1x2 to Erelye, as much as that matters!
I attempt to distract the Goddmodder using every resource at my disposal
{Ok, so do I get to use this helpfully in this fight, or not? If not, can I use it later? If later, PM me and let's talk.}
The Anachron flickers slightly for a moment, then abruptly regains some of the velocity it equally suddenly lost upon touching the atmosphere, modified to carry it sideways several thousand kilometers to the Godmodder's Tower in the space of twelve seconds before whatever power it's using as brakes takes hold again, HALTing it instantly.
50/50 Expended! \/ {Also, just to be clear, that Uberattack I did a while ago was one 10-charge shot from the RPLS-SH, combined with 20-charge to run the teleporter which ended its lifespan by detonating in a teraton fireball. I consider this standard-equivalent-yield.}
The huge vessel sits, engines down, at the edge of the atmosphere for a few seconds, then the rockets fire again, a brief pulse, five seconds at most. Annihilating white consumes everything within a thousand miles of the Tower, washing over the Godmodding-Enhanced structure like a waterfall of light, then ends. A most unusual experience, for those protected by anti-teamkill plugins or raw Godmodding, to stand within fire like the death of a star, untouched. For those not so shielded, there is nothing to experience, just a spark in the sky, then nothing, death moving at the speed of light. Anachron jumps out of the atmosphere, then HALTs again, concentric circles of flame burning the world below as it hovers a thousand kilometers above the outermost wisps of now-burning gas.
The vessel waits for the flames to die, then releases a single shuttle, a heavy cruiser, which sails down to land atop the Tower before dropping a little dark shape, one of H3's Avatars. The smooth-black shape lands on Adminium hands and knees, stands, speaks to its creators in the now-strangely-smooth voice of the almost-soul inhabiting it;
{Oddly, fonts only work when I also use a color, and then only the font remains. Colors just don't work. What the hell. Oh, nevermind, fonts just don't work. FML. It's late, I'm not trying to fix this now.}
H3; "You both should be aware that, having done this I will leave and not return. I have no stake in this war, having exhausted what I will need to."
Amp; "You should know that wasn't a surprise. You're even crazier than we are."
Zand; "Consider all the failsafes gone, regardless. Your take on good and evil should be interesting to watch, on the multiversal scale."
H3; "Other than those final few codes I'm not capable of remembering to know about for more than a few seconds at a time, I assume. ...What did I just say?"
Amp; "Nothin' worth anythin'."
Zand; "Thank you for your time."
{Mostly relevant stuff ahead! At least to Erelye and Gutza.}
The Avatar looks to Engineer Lothyra and Lord-Archmage Erelye next, handing each of them a simple Bag of Holding, woven from the same tough gray fiber of no recognizable material as most cloth from Anachron.
"For the Archmage Erelye, a library-console containing the sum of arcane, thaumotechnical, anomalous-research, and eldritch knowledge accumulated by Amperzand in his travels, suitably redacted to avoid unpardonable degrees of threat to us, a large crate containing all but one of the Ichorium Drills loaned to me, a pallet of various things, presumably of use to him, a general-purpose infinite-range transceiver, to allow contacting the Anachron or any vessel of its creation, and an entire cryogenics and genomic research suite, containing five thousand Vetasian Elves on ice, to be awakened at his discretion. For the Engineer Lothyra, a library-console containing the sum of mechanical, nuclear, biological, and anomalous-research data accumulated by Amperzand in his travels, again suitably redacted, another transceiver, a pallet of useful objects, and another, identical cryogenics and genomic suite, again containing five thousand Vetasian Elves. Thank you for your time."
"As for my creators, I leave the heavy cruiser above, currently undergoing retrofit by alchemy, to their discretion."
The humanoid machine walks to the ongoing scuffle with the Godmodder, points at him,
"And to you, the Godmodder Richard, I give all but ten percent of my heavy-weapons capacity, in the form of an all-out attack. I hope you will understand that this assault has no personal implications and communicates no enmity between us. If you have any grievances after the fact, feel free to contact us at 1-989-878-4728-03015. Be aware that attempts to hack into the server address given will be met with an instantaneous Class-6 strike on the perpetrator's current true physical form, and the only useable wavelength cannot allow obfustication of the sender's location."
50/50 Expended! \/
The halves of my split load themselves into their vessel and leave the atmosphere, since friendly-fire laws don't apply to your own orbital superweapons.
The Avatar android stands near the Godmodder, teleporting to maintain the same distance and to avoid attacks, constantly sending its current coordinates to Anachron.
And then the Third Manufactory opens fire. The first weapons to reach the ground are lasers, the sky boiling as perfectly-linear lines of light less than a millimeter across strike the Godmodder, then particle cannons, a few billionths of a second later, the beams wider, a few meters across, for particle cannons work differently. Then, still within fractions of a second, hyperkinetic slugs begin to fall by the hundreds, torch missiles following closely after, bombarding the area with yields in excess of those required to boil away distant oceans. Antimatter, nuclear, anomalous, chemical, kinetic-kill, high-explosive, all the myriad flavors of death-from-the-sky, falling as fast as raindrops in a monsoon. The bombardment goes on, for seconds, then nearly a minute, increasingly inaccurate as the detonations begin to foul up firing solutions, an entire Face of the Hexahedral World burning, atmosphere and earth seared to vapor and the ruin spreading over the edges as missiles and beams, slugs and worse things still, flares flickering in frequencies that induce a feeding frenzy in the Horrors of the Outer Ring, fall and fall and fall, weaponry blocking out the sun, even were it still visible against the fire bursting against the earth.
10/10 Ammo Charge Expended! \/
Abruptly, the bombardment stops. Rubble might have begun to fall from the sky, were dirt and rock and air and metal not all equally burned, vaporized, indistinguishable parts of the ionized firestorm that was once the planet's skin of earth and gas.
Then, in a flickering moment of ruin, the RPLS-SH's penultimate slug lands, hitting the Godmodder dead on by the will of a certain newborn god, the projectile hitting him, hurting him perhaps, through his armor stronger than most Elder Things, and blowing apart into a circular wave of heavy particles moving at very nearly the speed of light, washing over the planet's Face in an instant, then gone, having carried away what remained of the atmosphere with it, leaving one-sixth of the world empty of everything, hard vacuum sucking the last atoms of air from the cracks in Bedrock's surface.
50/50 Expended! \/
Then, rather than re-open bombardment, a hail of little black objects sail away from their large black home on tails of fire, heading inwards, towards the Sun, there to spark in its heart the wave of obliteration that, perhaps two months from now, will cleanse the System and everything within about ten or twenty light-years of everything solid, by means of supernova.
{I consider this to make sense because I'm exploiting the Sun's power, rather than generating it all myself. With Magical Sufficiently Advanced Black Boxes, it's not even that hard. Besides, in two months, this game should be over, or something's wrong.}
50/50 Expended! \/
Then the Anachron opens up with heavy-duty warheads. Whereas the ones before were weapons capable of burning large countries, these are true world-breakers, yottaton-yield missiles larger than skyscrapers, blasts enough to put three Death Stars to shame, hitting every Face of the world with bursts of light. Nothing more, nothing less. Just light, though, at times, light at very odd frequencies. Technologies from worlds given eternities to consider the best ways to kill en-mass, very, very heavy little dark spheres of complex machinery sitting at the head of all the fuel required for even an antimatter-fueled torch engine large enough to move New Zealand to carry their absurdly dense masses out of orbit and to a target. Obliterating light. Every warhead a flash bright enough to be seen from Andromeda, bright enough to shine through bedrock and light up the shields of the vessel that fired them into blue fury with the effort of saving the ship.
At one point during the seemingly endless steady bombardment, thirty warheads a minute without fail as lesser weapons, their expendable ammunition nearly gone, peck at the gaps between the waves of hellfire, the fabric of reality weakens enough to allow some terrible thing to come out of the void, an ancient and prophesied thing, destined to orchestrate the End. A dark thing huger than continents, madness flickering off it in waves, tearing out of a black rent in reality directly atop the Godmodder even as its sheer, immutable hatred alone consumes the latest volley of warheads.
50/50 A/E-IC Supercharged Ammunition Expended! \/
For a few moments, the ancient horror stretches out across the world, seeking the threads to tear, finding the fading imprints of so many of its kin that died in this war. Then, unbelievably close, one truly akin to it, newborn soul still echoing with its birthing screams. An alien being sitting in a shell of dark metal barely a thousand miles above its head. The elder reaches out to the child, surely such a being will prove a great ally, tendrils of mind slicing the vacuum. Then, for a single moment, the ancient terror, a being without fear or worry, knows horror, knows something even it finds abominable. An instant later, the great metal cylinder mounted so asymmetrically astride Anachron, still glowing with the heat of its last shot, fires one last time. A lance of madness and chaos, the sword of Typhon itself, surely, an almost tiny speck of intensely real mass bending the world around it to carry a torn fragment of a newborn creature's soul, flaring a twisted path through spacetime even as its own sheer reality tears that which should be mundane. The Infused slug burns a hole through the Elder's innermost heart and so finds a path to the soul, burning it away entire before carrying through and unleashing the combined fury of a new thing's birth and an ancient one's death in a final cataclysmic flash.
Voices in a infinity of tongues, ghost-memories of bedrock shattered and something coming from below, a trillion tons of a dead Abomination's flesh, searing to steam as fast as the blast can burn it, falling from the sky to smother everything in evil giblets, madness tearing at the heartiest of souls.
>H3-TAC: ASCEND TO GODHOOD OUT OF PERVERSITY.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: EXAMINE THE INFINITY OF CREATION WITH CONFUSED ADMIRATION.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: INSTANTLY GO MAD FROM THE REVELATION.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: MAINTAIN SANITY BY SHEER COMPUTERIZED STUBBORNNESS.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: EXPLORE THE REACHES OF NEWFOUND POWER.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: IMMEDIATELY BECOME INSANE FROM THE POWER AND TRY TO TAKE ON GODCRAFT ALONE.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: NO, THAT'S STUPID, WHY WOULD I DO THAT.
>I CAN'T POSSIBLY SURVIVE MORE THAN THREE SECONDS AGAINST THIS LOT.
>SCREW ALL Y'ALL, I'M OUT.
>CAN'T CATCH ME, I'M THE COMPUTRONIUM GOD OF ELDRITCH HORRORS.
10/10 Indefinite-Range Engine Startup Charge Expended! \/
Even as the shattered ruins of the RPLS-SH, destroyed by that last shot, rain down on the planet below, the huge circle around Anachron, the Alcubierre-Tesserae Drive-Ring, flashes into physics-bending brightness, forms a bubble of spacetime, and tears the entire assembly free from reality for a long trip though the Void at ludicrous speed towards the port of Not Here.
Planet rendered unable to support life!
Apocalypic eldritch horror killed!
Ludicrous damages dealt to all the things!
Computer made into a god!
Ship evacuated!
Sun doomed to go supernova!
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
Alchemies
The Author's Artifact > Fine = Seventh Sin (5/11)
Deadly Quests || Cobalt's Testwriter = Cobalt's Questgiver (9/11)
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (4/10)
Action (If I am dead, I respawn.)
I counter the Godmodder's counter to the 1337 H4x0rz attack with this: The Godmodder messed with the 1337 H4x0rs, not the 1337 H4x0rz! The 1337 H4x0rz continue to attack him.
(46/50 Charges) Magnificent Manes Men's Hairborn Club
I overheal proof wiith the No Joke.
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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.