That thing's gotten hit by stars exploding before its upgrade, a little weapons malfunction isn't going to put this sweet ride out of business.
The people inside agree with this statement, and as the TARDIS begins whorping around at a speed far higher than it should be able to (chronomancy is a useful thing) even with the upgrade, the bullets and spells begin flying everywhere once more, all of them expertly aimed thanks to another tricky bit of magic (there's a lot of people onboard the TARDIS) such that they won't hit Notch, just the godmodder. The TARDIS's shields flare up to prevent any attacks from actually reaching it.
Eric stands back at the edge, watching the carnage sadly.
And suddenly, a swarm of... oh, oh godmodder no... NOT AGAIN!!!
A swarm of tie-shaped TIE fighters, made in Thailand, flown by Tyrones and made by Tyson (all nicknamed Ty), tying knots in their formations, all placing the same place in a race, and covered in mosaics...
Ty's tied tying tie Thai Ty TIE tiled Fighters!
For some reason, the battle between Notch and the Godmodder has suddenly become a rap battle.
"Whoops! Wrong spell effect. I meant to do the time stop thing. Hold on a moment."
The ground turns into cheese, and, if any of you remember what usually happens when cheese and I are in close proximity, promptly animates and flies at the Godmodder in a storm of dairy-esque shards.
"Also the wrong spell effect. Jesus christ, how does this work?"
I then spend a minute talking with (literally) Jesus Christ, who helps me figure out how to not suffer that pesky problem where technology and magic often don't mesh that well. I then try casting the same spell that I casted the last two times.
And this time, it works.
The battlefield freezes around the Godmodder, a moment torn off the timeline and expanded.
Only one figure apart from he himself moves.
Me.
"Ah, finally. That was what was supposed to happen the first time, but I'm horribly bad at magic. Or was, until I got an impromptu lesson from Jesus about it. Anyway, I didn't tear a piece of time off the line just to hear myself speak. This segment of time, it seems, belongs to me now, and there is something I must do with it."
A snap of my drone's fingers. Both me and the Godmodder are suddenly standing on a gray platform in space, watching meteors crash together.
"This little event here, that you're watching. The creation of a solar system. Untold millions are created every second, and yet this one was different. This particular solar system was the one that ended up containing Earth. The insignificant little blue-and-possibly-green planet. Except it was anything but insignificant."
Another finger snap. Suddenly, the platform shifts. It displays an entire universe below it, and another two, one on each side. The lower universe is nearly inactive, but the other two are writhing with activity.
"The creation of that one planet, and a few inhabitants, was the catalyst for a huge chain reaction. It would be in your interest to watch what happens closely."
The universe on the right, strangely quadrilateral, suddenly has flashes of activity spark throughout it. Those sparks flicker, occasionally drawing in power from outside sources. Meanwhile, the universe below has a very minute pinprick of light repeatedly flashing from a single, incredibly small area.
"That was the first war. I was, while present, participating as a very different being. For that one, I was using a rather unstable, biological-based form. It didn't fare quite as well as I'd hoped. Oh well, mistakes were made by both you and us."
The right universe suddenly dies down.
"Mid-war events weren't that spectacular. If I had been on hand in person, I'd probably have gotten bored of waiting for you to turn up again."
The right universe suddenly bursts into life again. Slowly, but surely, the flickering grows and grows, becoming flashier and flashier. Then, the surface shatters, and something streams from the left universe into the right.
"Ah, that. Sadly, I didn't get to witness the moment of the first invasion. From what I have been told, it was truly a spectacle to behold."
Activity in the right universe causes it to shimmer and boil, like a strange soup of action, charge, and power.
"War. War doesn't change that much sometimes. Although I must admit, sometimes, it shouldn't change. After all, it proved quite profitable, for more than a few individuals."
The first universe, the one beneath, suddenly flashes. One nanosecond it is virtually blank, the next second, a small blip of orchid colour appears.
"Binary included. On a cosmic scale, his takeover of the world was near instantaneous. But the world is a small place, compared to that which lies outside. Here, let me point out a very particular detail. Perhaps you noticed, once or twice, that there were people beginning to become inactive on the server. Ships without crews. Here's why."
The images flicker. The picture, once stabilized, predominantly features Binary's lunar prison, along with shiploads (literally, MCF admins, in case you think I'm trying to euphamise, which I'm not) of people, all Minecraft players, being shipped away and locked up. A small gray shape can be barely noticed flying rapidly away from the moon, apparently via jet engines.
"Everyone inactive on the servers was dragged off and arrested, for the crime of simply being interested in a conflict far grander than any Earth war. And why shouldn't they be? The nukes here are fantastic. Now, back to earlier."
Many many things start happening all at once on the right. Flashes flow between the left and right, the orchid colour expands outwards slowly, and briefly, the cosmic bindings of the universe on the right are dominated by a huge, gray object, arguably far bigger than the universe displayed.
"Ah, yes. I tried getting the Mainframe in at one stage, but it was too big to fit properly. My favorite toy does get some screen time though, during a certain battle technique."
The object eventually leaves, some more things happen, and then the displays pause.
"Which brings us to the present. So, overall, what has our super cool mega war done, on a Reality-wide scale?"
I gesture, and the images fly backwards. A huge, writhing sea of universes, like cells in a petri-dish, grind together. At the center, the trifecta. However, on this scale, it is barely noticeable. Rather hilariously, the Mainframe can be seen, far out-sizing anything near it, leaving a gash behind it where it has gone of displaced universes.
"Precisely bugger all. On a chronological scale, it has done bugger all. On a spacial scale, it has done bugger all. This entire war, where highly destructive forces and world-ending powers are thrown around like dust particles, it barely registers. Take a look for yourself."
The images stay dead still.
"For all the power of this war, for everything done, it has amounted to nothing on a large scale. My request to you, Richard, is to up the ante for the next time. Make this conflict be noticed, dammit. At this point, in this war, you're too low on health to pull off a Reality-wide effect, so first, you must lose to Notch. You must die. Then, once your health bar refills, go see what there is out there. Build an army, collect artifacts, just get some power boosts, dammit."
My drone looks straight at the Godmodder.
"Prove, not just to 30-odd beings, maybe a few more, but to an entire reality, that you can live up to the title you seek. But first, respawn. It wouldn't be a very long fight if you started with 2 health."
Time suddenly flickers again.
Both the Godmodder and I return to the battlefield. My drone raises a finger to where it's lips would be if I built these damn things with a mouth.
"Ssh."
And then the second purpose of that show becomes apparent when the distracting nature of being shown a whole slice of reality finally hits the Godmodder, along with a few other things.
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ENTD System 38/50. (+2 from Gutza, 1 from Erelye)
I receive a cross-universal, trans-canon message, and sit down, typing something in thin air, appearing to search on an invisible computer. "Well, this is worrying."
I also watch the fight between the Godmodder and Notch carefully, before pulling out True Crystallum, swapping to Mage Mode, and casting a swarm of homing purple bullets at the Godmodder. "Wink Shot." If he puts up any sort of barrier, the bullets magically teleport behind the barrier. ( Full Drive 6/10 )
I flicker completely out of reality for the duration of Amperzand's attack, having no wish to even get marginally close to the destructive power on display.
I tell the godmodder that he's only one part away from the beautiful treasure! The godmodder accepts, to finish this prank if nothing else...
JOKE: PART 25: THE FINAL FEAT: The godmodder has to perform the final feat, which involves retrieving a key that is being dangled 10 feet over lava, and being lowered into it at 1,000 feet per second. If the godmodder doesn't retrieve it before it enters the lava, he must dive into the lava to get it. The lava is infinitely deep, and the speed at which it's being lowered has a 0 added to it ever 5 seconds(so, after 10 seconds, 100,000 feet per second). Oh, and there's monsters that the godmodder NEEDS to defeat to get the key. Each one is designed to take 10 minutes to defeat. There are 5 of them.
PART 26: THE FINAL ACT: The godmodder uses the key to unlock the final act! Now, he needs to retrieve a key that happens to be on the top of the mountain, and hidden in a random place in a dungeon connected to the top of the mountain! After trying to fly to the top of the mountain, only to be nailed by a godmodder-neutralizing power cannon, does the godmodder realize the horrific truth: This is the mountain and dungeon from the prank that caused the end of the creepy dummy plotline so long ago! Only everything has been replaced! The godmodder hopes to find the key in the dungeon soon, but little does he know, the key is magic and is ALWAYS hidden in the last place he looks!
PART 27: THE FINAL CHALLENGE: The godmodder uses the key to unlock the final challenge! He must retrieve the key that is lying on the ground, in a cave! However, the key is surrounded by 2,000,000 awesomebeasts! The awesomebeasts all have stats higher than Project Binary(somehow), and the godmodder must kill them ALL so they won't kill him, without the help of the Fez or any of his other weapons! When he's finally finished, he realizes that at some point one of the beasts ate the key! He has to dig deep inside their stomachs to try and find it! All the contents of the awesomebeasts stomachs are highly acidic and REALLY GROSS!
PART 28: The treasure(?): The godmodder, at last at last AT LAST, uses the key to unlock the cave back in the normal world that has the treasure in it! I stand to the side, watching as the godmodder enters, laughing gleefully, since I know there's nothing inside! After all, why would a random cave in a hillside have a treasure? If it has anything, it won't be any good! I didn't even need to actually check inside the cave to know this!
Suddenly, I hear a shout of surprise from the godmodder, and rush inside to what's inside the cave...
Partial Inventory: Potion of Critmist II x33, Potion of Vis x27, Potion of Nectar x3, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2,
Wilson's Shop: $300
Battlefield: I heal Wilson with Healing Blues, I guess
+2 to Wilson
Mold Breaker TM AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 5/11
Default octet thing AND Azure Essence 1/11
Robin Hood AND Health Absorber AND Medigun AND Azure Essence 1/11 = Steal health from the strong and give to the weak, or whatever
Bender: YOU CALL THIS INCAPACITATION?! YOU WOULDN'T KNOW INCAPACITATION IF IT- aww screw it.
Amy: Well maybe a deus ex machina will come and save us.
Farnsworth: Well, I certainly wouldn't bet on i-
Blaze of Glory: 50/50 EXPENDED! EXECUTING...
10 minutes ago, on Spacebase DF-9/Singularity Station/No One Cares, a kerbal looks down at the conflagration that has broken out. Well, technically it's not down. More like ahead. It will still take around 10 minutes before the space station will pass over the Tower.
Jeb: Dammit. We've already had to doge a bunch of stray bullets, magic spells, antimatter bullets, and God knows what else already. How hard is it to just distract one person? It's as if all of our fancy explosion power is just as dangerous as throwing a rock at someone. Since when can Rock Beat Laser anyway?
1 am s0rry t0 1nf0rm y0u that th3 HAL-M3ch has alr3ady suff3r3d rap1d unplann3d d1sass3mbly. L0thyra and th3 Plan3t 3xpr3ss Cr3w have b33n d1sabl3d.
Jeb: What?! So soon?
Y3s.
Jeb: Dammit. How could things get worse?
Y0u sh0uld kn0w what th3y say ab0ut t3mpt1ng fat3.
Jeb: Yeah?
Y0u just d1d.
Jeb: Well I don't see how that's going to change anythi-
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Suddenly, a stray antimatter bullet from the HAL-Mech that was fired right before its destruction collides with the prograde side (the side that is facing the direction of the space station's orbit. Basic KSP terms) of the space station. The entire front splits open, a second explosion blasting all the pieces away thanks to the sheer quantity of air and other volatiles rushing out. The entire station goes dark as the blast destroys the power generators. Oddly enough, the first thought that came into Jeb's mind was "Oh no, not again." It is believed that if we knew why he thought that, we would know far more about his backstory than we do currently. The second thought he vocalized.
Jeb: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED].
Jeb quickly snaps of his shocked state. He's a space ace after all. He quickly puts on his spacesuit from a nearby emergency locker. He then heads out into the corridors. Thank God he was on the bottom of the station. After wandering around the cooridoors, he wanders into a terrified engineer, also suited. Jeb opens radio communications with him.
Jeb: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] what was that?!
Engineer: A-A stray anti-timatter bullet s-sir.
Jeb: I knew that sending the HAL-Mech out was a bad idea. What's the damages?
Engineer: The-e entire fr-ront has been d-destroyed, sir. The pow-wer generators ha-have been co-comple-letely destroyed.
Jeb: At least that's something we can repai- oh [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]. What's the space station's orbit looking like?
Engineer: I d-don't kn-know sir, but we'l-ll probably enter the at-atmosphere and crash in-nto the ground.
Jeb: And this space station has all of our antimatter supplies. Talk about a perfect storm. There's still time to evacuate. The hangar bay doors are set to open manually in case of an emergency. How long do you think we have until entry interface?
Engineer: O-one to two minutes, sir.
Jeb: We'll have to do this quick then.
Jeb opens his radio to every spacesuit and communications device on the station.
Jeb: Everyone, this is commander Jedediah Kerman speaking. We estimate that in one or two minutes, this station will hit the atmosphere and crash into the ground. With all of our antimatter supplies. I need everyone to head to the nearest hangar. When you're there, activate the manual release lever on the bay doors. Then get into a reentry-proof spaceship as fast as you can unless you want to be vaporized once the antimatter goes up. GO SAVE YOURSELF! NOW!
He then rushes towards the nearest hangar bay. He searches around until he finds a large lever. He pulls it, and the backup motors powered by some backup batteries start up, opening the doors. He then climbs into a nearby spaceplane and starts the powerup process.
M3ch J3b 1.0 act1vat1ng. H3ll0, J3b3d1ah K3rman.
Jeb: Calculate expected site of impact and its proximity to the tower.
Calculat1ng...
10 k1l0m3t3rs s0uth.
Jeb: Only ten kilometers? Hmm. I think I know what to do.
With a short thrust, the spaceplane is put on a quick trajectory leading outside. Once he has cleared the hangar bay, he looks around. A bunch of other spaceships are already outside, with more leaving each second. Jeb opens the communications channel.
Jeb: This is Jedediah Kerman speaking again.
Bill: Jeb? Oh thank God you got out alright.
Jeb: Same for you Bill. And Bob?
Bill: He's here with me.
Bob: HEY BROTHER!
Jeb: Okay okay. Now there's one more thing I need everyone to do. You see, this station is on its final moments. But it can still do one more thing. I guess you could say it's going out in a...
Blaze of Glory. I need every ship to push the station in the direction I indicate.
Red Shirt 1: Yes sir!
Red Shirt 2: Yes sir!
All of the spaceships congregate around one point on the station's hull. Their thrusters fire in synchrony for some moments.
Jeb: Crap. EVERYONE AWAY FROM THE STATION! IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIVES MAKE SURE YOU'RE AT LEAST 150 KLICKS AWAY FROM THE TOWER WHEN THE STATION HITS!
All of the spaceships thrust away right as the flames of reentry start up. 5 minutes later, the flaming wreck of the space station is only 5 seconds from collision. We have now caught up with the events of the previous turn, and are now at the start of this current post.
Amy: Well maybe a deus ex machina will come and save us.
Farnsworth: Well, I certainly wouldn't bet on i-
The space station slams into the top of the tower. More specifically, straight into the Godmodder. The frame buckles from the impact. Then all of the antimatter stores, the ones that were supplying all of the Antimaks and Antimatter Nukes and iBoomsticks, simultaneously detonate. In a moment, all non-Player/entity life within 30 kilometers is instantly vaporized, including the crowd of ordinary players. Then a massive fireball rises above the Tower, burning everything within 150 kilometers. A titanic shockwave flattens mountains up to 200 kilometers away. Within seconds a massive cloud of smoke rises over the affected area, the same smoke that blotted out the sun and killed the dinosaurs 65 million years ago in two different parts of the Trifecta. The entire ground around the Tower has been reduced to lava. However, the Tower itself (and the Roots of Yggdrasil), has miraculously survived. But that's not all. For the Tower and the Roots focused the blast that hit them into one tiny point. So much energy was concentrated into that point that spacetime itself was torn apart to form a black hole. The black hole descends toward the Godmodder, intense tidal effects spaghettifying the air itself into plasma. Then the Godmodder is torn apart, code-atom by code-atom, and his particles are sucked into the black hole. The Players/entities are completely stunned.
Lothyra: I think the Spanish Inquisition meddled with the space station. DAMMIT WE KILLED HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF AVATARS AND DESTROYED THE SPAWN POINT! AND NOW I ONLY HAVE A TINY AMOUNT OF ANTIMATTER ON ME!
She then alchemizes Quantum Processor & Closed-cycle Dilution Refrigerator.
QUANTUM PROCESSOR: A processor that uses quantum principles like superposition and entanglement to examine multiple answers to a question at the same time, allowing it to quickly solve certain NP computational problems (problems that would take an exponential amount of time for ordinary computers). However, it is only useful when hooked up to a standard digital computer, because of reasons that I can't explain unless Twin would like to have a lecture on algorithmic theory. It also requires an operating environment 150x colder than interstellar space.
CLOSED-CYLE DILUTION REFRIGERATOR: A device that can cool whatever is placed in it from room temperature to 150x colder than interstellar space. How convenient.
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 4/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 2/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 11/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-11, 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 pull out the Roleplay Derailer's Halberd. "You know, Richard, you suck at creativity. You suck at raw power. You suck at derailing the LITERAL ONLY OBSTACLES to your plan. Is there anything you *don't* suck at? Your plan's lazy and you don't even bother to check that things are going well. You just coast on by using the bare minimum amount of effort required. Look at you, you can't even keep your captives on the computer! Is it THAT HARD to spam Special Techniques, rely on your own power instead of borrowing other's, randomly impede our progress, at least put the slightest amount of effort into stopping us?" I then casually poke him with the halberd.
I turn up the button on the Ravethrower untill the beehive speakers start shaking violently and the button somehow gets clogged up by honey. The Speakers fall down, releasing thousands of buzzing bees at the Godmodder.
Biumbra throws the ees from his name at Tingle, and replaces them with an i.
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If I am dead, I respawn. If I am alive, I heal myself by draining the life force of a thousand fields of grass.
I accept the monochromatic Bag of Holding. Listening to the Avatar's comments on its contents, I nod.
Wonderful. I cannot thank you enough. Regarding the drill you still possess, I highly recommend you fuse the Ichorium with shards of bedrock, and similar materials. From my experience, it boosts production eightfold.
Several moments later, I turn back to the Godmodder. Without as much as another word, I draw a short scepter composed primarily of some sort of monochromatic dark gray metal. Some sort of dark iron, perhaps. The scepter itself is topped by a spherical crystal saturated with flecks of evidently meteoric material approximately 3.5 inches in maximum diameter. It seems to radiate some sort of forgotten color. Not unremembered, but unknown. I shift the scepter's position upwards, before muttering several phrases in a forgotten tongue.
Cirfthl'on sa's sul'oa daehlae.
Whilst I speak, I immediately toss the scepter as far away from my bodily form as swiftly as possible, in Richard's direction. The thing strikes the ground, and rolls towards the Godmodder. Its topper immediately dissolves upon ceasing movement, seemingly fading into the ground. On the floor where the topper was originally present, however, a corruption of faded gray stains the ground. It seems to spread, creeping outwards in a particularly twisted and precise manner, as if it possessed a sapient mind of its own. That is in no way possible, correct? Hah. That question does not require answering, in my opinion. Or perhaps it is just up for you to decide. The corruption, now clearly composed of gray dust, creeps forth, surrounding the Godmodder in his entirety. The corruption crawls inwards, towards Richard, not ceasing upon reaching his form. His armor seems to crumble away into dust as the corruption advances, undeterred by the protective wear of even a god. His flesh begins to wither away, twisted by the foul might of the corruption. After several seconds, or perhaps enquier, loä, decades, millennia, or even eons of waiting, that which was once normally healthy flesh has become naught but a twisted, withered, unrecognizable heap of a hideous, emaciated, squamous body. Richard's body collapses to the floor, his skin sinking further inward to rest tightly around the brittle bones. Then and there, he both seems to become a cadaver, and to survive for eternity. Any attempts for restoration fail miserably, as if suppressed by some sort of force. Then, I continue to stare at Richard with a withering, vehement gaze, wrought of stoicism and precise calculation, as he realizes something. This reality, all of its intricacies and futures, are solely wrought by my mind. This is all a dream. Perhaps it would do for you to wake up. And he does. Richard awakens, only to find that he is standing stiff and upright, completely inert, practically waiting for somebody to pummel him with a divine hammer. Hah.
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Lothyra: I also remembered that so much of my scientific equipment was on the station.
She notices Amperz4nd's present.
Lothyra: Thanks. I guess.
She then turns away.
Lothyra: I thought I would turn away from evil! But now look at this! I've just killed all those players! DARN IT I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THAT!
She thinks for a bit.
Lothyra: Well, at least there's one thing I can learn from this. Antimatter is too dangerous to be used so often without the proper technology. And I didn't have that technology. I was a fool, going around tearing apart spacetime. The frikkin COUNSEL OF ELDERS warned me about this. And I, in my elven hubris, ignored them. [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] myself.
She looks at the bag again.
Lothyra: Well, at least with the contents of this bag I can start the process of rebuilding. And most of the kerbals probably escaped. Wait. I need to contact Jeb.
-- universalAntimatist [UA] began pestering astralAce [AA] --
UA: Jeb? Are you okay?
AA: Oh hi Lothyra! Yeah, most of us got out alive if that's what you're saying.
UA: Yeah, well.
UA: We just killed hundreds of thousands of avatars. And we destroyed the spawn point. I mean, they'll be freed from the Operation but,
UA: imagine what would have happened if they weren't just avatars. I would have had the blood of a large city on my hands.
UA: I've decided something.
UA: No more abuse of antimatter. No more ludicrous collateral damage. From now on, we're being efficient and but practical.
UA: Let's not Amperz this up anymore.
AA: Okay...
UA: Speaking of which, I got some stuff from him. Some genomic equipment. We'll have to set up a base. But for now, we'll have to get out of Minecraftia. The apocalypse is coming. But I have a ship that can do that.
AA: I'll be in touch.
UA: And I will be too, dear morail.
AA: There's just one thing I need to say. I'm sorry I didn't try to warn you sooner. That I didn't object.
UA: Apology accepted. Goodbye. Wait. There's one more thing. I'm changing my chumhandle. It's now corellonicTechnologist. I find that it fits me better, considering my origin and profession. Okay now I'm really rambling. Goodbye for reals.
Lothyra : Now for my weapon situation. While antimatter is no longer my main damage dealer I might still want to use it to fuel a superattack or special ability like the Planet Express Ship's Anti-Turbocharger. I do have a bit of the stuff left. Now, for my weapons. I think I may want to New Dawn-style trim down iTokomak. Wow it's been so long since I've used it. And I think I have a name for its successor too. But first I need the basic weapon.
Lothyra alchemizes Nanogel Rifle & Plasma Heater & Nanobattery Pack & Air Canister & Magstone Wires & Computer. She then rolls the Miniaturized Decad at the Godmodder, just so I can see what it does.
((BTW Twin, this means that iAntimak Carbine, New Dawn, and iBoomstick are now useless, because Lothyra took all the remaining antimatter out of them. However, the Antimatter Buster Station that is being alchemized is still going to be used. Now the last bit of personal storylines for DTG 2 is complete. Well, except for one thing. You'll find out later.))
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 7/7.) Welp, glad this is done.
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 6/9)?
If my actual Entities aren't dead at this stage...Mokou keeps attacking the Godmodder with her flashiest attacks in the hopes of distracting him through sheer lightshow (to say nothing of the fact that these attacks also involve copious amounts of danmaku aimed at him as well). The Hand of Truth will switch up its tactics and flip to THE DETERRENCE AGAINST THE WICKED. Hopefully the stun is more powerful than just straight damage here.
Yeesh. Far more firepower than anything should ever have. I've gotta wonder why I fight for these people sometimes. Then again, the Godmodder's probably gonna rollback that much, and for all the horrible environment-destroying crud that, at this stage, I cannot help but worry about even with Rollbacks (Destruction of the very foundation of Universe C does NOT sound like a pretty concept, which is what we're risking with these less concentrated attacks, to say nothing of the possibility that we might release...You know, THAT.)
I point out that, yes, I was aware that the explosion in the VIDEO was the Legion of Pyronus. However, THIS time, St. Heffi deliberately put sacred explosive charges on the bottom of the truck to make the explosions-otherwise they would have just been plain explosives instead of brilliant sacred explosives that gave everyone Sandviches. Not like this bit of counter-godmodding is going to change anything, but I wanted to point that out.
Compared to what Amperzand just did, my simple spaceship seems paltry by comparison, but it's the most powerful weapon I have. OK, to be totally honest, despite the considerable amount of power I hold, sometimes I feel kinda powerless compared to all the flashy stuff. Or maybe it's just because I focus a lot about making every ounce of power hit my target, a concentrated, focused attack, instead of huge explosives? Whatever. It's not like I don't use explosives myself. Maybe not to the same degree, but I still do. So, enough babbling. I throw Notch some sunglasses that will allow him to counteract bright lights, pull out the Moorblade 2.1 from my inventory via Inventory shenanigans and hop in the pilot's seat, flying roughly above where the TARDIS lies. I take a good lock onto the Godmodder, and unload my payloads, fully aware that he will probably be immune to this stuff. The Oblivionator and the Crimson Minienders start proving their worth, as Oblivion-laced attacks careen right into the Godmodder with violent blasts of Oblivion Majjyks, while I use the Remote Magnepulators to hopefully keep the Godmodder ever-so-slightly in place while I do so and keep the Oblivion Majjyks away from Notch. Meanwhile, the Laser Nerfers keep up constant fire on the Godmodder, with every successful hit (probably none at all), his abilities getting slightly weaker and making all the bombs and lasers harder to deal with. Also meanwhile, Phantascoria's Frenzy starts its powerful charge...Of course, this isn't gonna be enough.
I suddenly hop out of the ship, with the trusty auto-pilot taking total control, and jumping right off of it and back onto the duel site, giving myself a bit of covering fire via the Stellar Scatter, and teleporting away from any blasts of power that the Godmodder may attempt to send my way. Eventually I hit the ground, drawing the Divine Gate of Harmony. It's abilities are powerful, but I really haven't been using it. No more! I open the door, leading to a place within the bounds of the Void, generating compression as the small door regulates the equilibrium of gasses into the Void! Notch looks down and finds that he is conveniently rooted to the ground with Iron boots designed specifically to weigh people to the ground. This means no jumping or flying, but this is only for a few seconds! The Godmodder? Not so much, with all of his enchantments. He is (hopefully) sucked into the portal! If this fails to be the case after a few seconds, huge armored arms with a ton of protection enchantments reach out and grab him instead, and pull him in! (they conveniently ignore Notch, respecting the pseudo-creator of Minecraft).
Inside this section of the Void, the Godmodder finds himself accosted with hilariously huge gauntlet arms with hilariously huge swords enchanted to the nine-hundred and ninety-nines! Probably unimpressive to him, but there is a ton of them! Like, tons upon tons of them! I only let him in there for five seconds (or less, considering who we're dealing with here) before I decide that's enough time to let Notch have at the Divinium Pillar (if this worked as the good blow). OF course, this clearly isn't going to be the case, I am aware of the odds that it won't work out that way. However, either way, while this happens, I channel a bit of my power into the Wave Motion Gun-a feature that I've enabled with my particular method of assembling this ship. When the Godmodder gets out, he's treated to the might of Phantascoria's Frenzy in full, right into the head.
If nothing else, I tickled him with a million gauntlets and gave him a blinding light show to deal with, masquerading some of Notch's blows.
I put everything back into my Inventory, quickly. Ugh. War. Static and bloody as ever. At least, where we're standing, all the collateral damage in existence won't matter...Or almost won't. Pretty sure the Oblivionator's maximal range won't hit the bottom of the tower and screw MORE of GodCraft up.
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Turn 2/3
Fenestrated Wand && Fenestrated Blade = Fenestrated Point 9/10
I duplicate a Potion of Wickedness and a Potion of Ichor.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 44/50. (+4 from Gutza, +1 from Erelye)
I find something interesting in my information-searching, and a message goes back to my other self, holding the simple messages, "Don't let him get three auxiliary paradoxes", "I think he's on your side, but every last instance of him's a wild card", and "Piono was once allied with one of him, see if you can tell if this one's been in a TARDIS recently"
I view the Godmodder's duel with Notch casually, before pulling out the Mage's Eavesdropper and using it to know where the Godmodder's next few steps will fall, and where Notch's will fall as well. I then lazily coat a few of the Godmodder's predicted foot positions with ice, while adding some reaction-time-boosting goop to Notch's next few steps.
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Line of Sight && Miniature Golden Pyramid && Indigo Flames = Cipher's Call (9/11)
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Ross, Smith, and Trott use their standard attacks in an attempt to distract Richard with the undeniable glory and righteousness of the all-powerful Hand of Truth, if they are not dead.
I stare at Richard eerily, before waving my hand slightly. Abruptly, a large chess set appears between us, filled with individual pieces, some of which appear to sustain a curious nature, to say the least. I have beaten gods at chess before. However, I am by no means a master. You win games, and you lose games. That is just how it is. I gesture to one particular knight, carven from what appears to be brilliant organic matter of an indeterminable color. It seems rather peculiar, seeing as this knight shines with what appears to be memory, and remembrance, yet suppressed, as if it were not really what it seemed to be. With a thought, the apocyan exterior falls apart, revealing a horrendous, twisted form, composed of innumerable layers of human skin wrapped around a metallic base, mildly resembling a knight in a game of chess. Hah. The area where eyes should usually exist upon the 'knight' appear to bore into Richard's mind, providing him so magnanimously with visions of an unnamable city. A nameless city, if you will. Hah. Without any choice in any way whatsoever, the vision diverts its sight through the alleyways of the city. The place seems off. Twisted, demented, impossible. It is as if the proportions and dimensions of the nameless city were off. The visions's sight passes through shrines and low altars, through buildings and stone walls, before heading inwards, to a realm undiscovered by the dim explorational lights of sentient knowledge. The vision's sight passes through low hallways, heading downwards, into the depths of this surprisingly beautiful area, filled with paint scrawled upon the low domed ceilings in twisted fashions, heading inwards. The second the vision passes through the door, everything seems to go wrong. An ancient hallway, dim in regards to lighting, lined with rectangular boxes of wood, the contents of each revealed by a glass window on the side. Mummified bodies. Yet, these bodies are by no means those of anything Richard has seen. The remnants of what once might have been referred to as webbed hands and feet are nothing but angular bone, the heads seem small, and amphibious. The bodies themselves are abnormally small (around 1.4 meters), and appear to be coated in a slimy substance, devoid of any signs of life, or the lack thereof, strangely. The vision's sight heads onwards still, to another room, down a narrow, steep flight of stairs. Instead of heading directly onwards, the vision's sight takes an abrupt left, heading into a sealed room, merely passing through the gateway. Within, there are stone slabs of an indeterminate rock sparsely distributed throughout the room, filled with various trinkets and artifacts of a sinister nature. The walls are lined with shelves filled with jars and pots of clay. The vision's sight ceases moving, staring at a slab containing several objects of note. One, a glass cube filled with flakes of human skin. A scuttling noise emanates from the cube, and the flakes shift about, as if there were something within. Upon the table, there is also a charm made of an indeterminable metal, stained with blood, and coated in a strange slimy substance. Next to the charm, along with a pile of something, there is a small object, fashioned into the shape of a knight utilized in chess. A metallic base, with the form composed of layers of human flesh, torn soundly from a body, or perhaps many, masterfully. Everything goes completely silent. A low moaning sound reverberates throughout the sinister edifice in its entirety, warped and ominous. Something shifts in the corners of the vision's sight, and Richard, the recipient of this entire occurrence, feels a scuttling sensation on the back of his neck, as if something were crawling there, within his dermis, waiting. Watching. Suddenly, the vision goes black, and the Godmodder's sight is restored to its initial state. I stare at Richard for several moments, grabbing both the shards of the apocyan exterior and the 'chesspiece,' placing them in a small bag, which I drop within my inky black alchemical bag. With a thought, the rest of the chess set vanishes. That was certainly distracting. Hah. The prickling sensation is still present, strangely. Was it not all in the mind?
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Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
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Fenestrated Wand && Fenestrated Blade = Fenestrated Point 10/10 COMPLETE! I examine it.
I duplicate two Potions of Wickedness and a Potion of Ichor.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 46/50. (+1 from Erelye)
I simply observe the rest of the attacks, sure that Richard will have been sufficiently distracted by now.
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I glance at the Godmodder, erudite phrases of pure, unadulterated nonsense inexplicably echoing throughout his mind, with or without his permission. Your mind isn't as safe as you think. That goes for all of us. Including those who regularly utilize mental wards. Anyhow, a swirling window of amethyst into another reality appears directly before Richard, pulsating with magics of a caliber incapable of perceiving with mundane senses. Elsewhere in GodCraft, something begins to occur.
Grayhold Citadel, approx. 16:01
Within a chamber in nestled inside the BV-98 floor of Grayhold Citadel, far deeper than has ever been achieved by any sort of lasting settlement in the Void, a system becomes active. As a matter of fact, everything that was lost so horrifically in the Red Disaster has been repaired, and improved upon. Anyhow, the room is rather dim, and low-ceilinged, sustaining a floor composed of stable metal plating. The place solely contains a machine of monolithic size, seemingly compressed to the size of a room. The center of this chamber is dominated by the central control mechanism, a core device composed of Greatwood and rimmed with gold, fed into by innumerable essentia tubes, boasting several screens displaying coordinates and showing images of our current location in the tower, amongst other things. Hah. Semper vigilantem, in more than a singular manner. Suddenly, a blinking light is emitted from a crystalline shape upon an essentia valve, and the thing turns. Hundreds of thaums of essentia flow into the central mechanism, glass vials on the side being secured firmly to export tubes. A sphere within the core of the machine then emits unimaginable amounts of light, time and space bending around this particular section of the void for several moments. Flux Gas pours from the ventilation in the device, and is immediately either annihilated by Flux Scrubbers, or vented out into a secure storage tank miles upwards. A light gray liquid flows from the export tubes into the vials, which are immediately picked up by several golem workers, and carried to a platform containing a Runic Matrix and a contained hungry node. The vials of Visum essentia are dropped into the secure containment chamber by the golems, who stride off back to their idle positions elsewhere. Visum essentia, stolen from the jaws of temporal inevitability, is pumped into the chamber, and disappears.
At this very moment, back within the tower, the swirling violet aperture begins to display an image of another world, reft with promise and happiness. Despicable. Civilizations grow into a singular realm of hope and happiness, sustained by medieval technology. I peer into the depths of the arcane aperture. Immediately, the skies grow dark, for the first time in the eons of history that have been shown in a shortened state. In moments, the entire planet is obscured in eternally existent clouds of rain. I snap my fingers. Immediately, a bolt of lightning bursts from the heavens of the peaceful universe, and strikes a city, igniting the flames of war and destruction. Immediately, chaos ensues. Hundreds of millions of people are slain by earthquakes, hurricanes, droughts, flooding, and the sudden emergence of patches of Taint and corruption within this ordinarily peaceable and positive realm. Then, the violence begins. Beings, once filled with hope, take up arms, and slay their fellows indiscriminately. Suffering and blood fill the streets of the planetary city in the form of a red smog. Soon enough, the population is gathered in one place, a refuge for the sane and logical. I stare into the swirling window as Richard is forced to watch. Within moments, the entirety of the aperture goes white. As the light subsides, the refugee camp is gone. As a matter of fact, the entirety of the tectonic plate the camp resided upon is floating in space, having been ripped from the grasp of gravitational force, and sent into the depths of empty space, wherein the survivors died almost instantly. The remainder of the planet slowly crumbles away into ruins and ancient fragments, until it is consumed by the expansion of its own sun. Hah. The swirling violet aperture fades away. That's certainly enough of a distraction. To simulate a nigh-perfect reality, and tear it apart from the inside to prove that no such thing will ever exist.
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{Not even gonna bother with fonts and such, this editor hates me and I'm not messing with the BBcode to fix it right now.}
{also lol gutza "Amperz it up" hehehehehehehe who needs grammar and punctuation because I'm being silly and sleep deprived hahahaha}
Stuff charges! Because I want my last alchemy done for reasons of RP.
+1x2 to Erelye!
The Avatar, ashes flaking from its various joints as it recovers from standing, however protected, at the center of all that destruction, speaks up again, apparently having maintained contact with the departed Anachron;
"Your thanks are accepted. Consider there to be no debt other than that of alliance in the face of greater threat. I hope you won't mind if I keep a thousand or so of your race as long-term members of my crew, as they are a quite interesting species, all said. As to the Drill I chose to retain, it has been replaced by a system I can myself manufacture, albeit slowly, and is being kept mainly for purposes of science."
It walks over to board the Tesseract, which has just landed and from which Amp and Zand hop down to rejoin the battle, taking turns spraying flares and assault jazz at the Godmodder while they walk over to you.
"How're you doin'? Sorry about my lack of ceremony and all, but I'm afraid it's getting a little hard to concentrate."
The TARDIS hovers back up into view.
That thing's gotten hit by stars exploding before its upgrade, a little weapons malfunction isn't going to put this sweet ride out of business.
The people inside agree with this statement, and as the TARDIS begins whorping around at a speed far higher than it should be able to (chronomancy is a useful thing) even with the upgrade, the bullets and spells begin flying everywhere once more, all of them expertly aimed thanks to another tricky bit of magic (there's a lot of people onboard the TARDIS) such that they won't hit Notch, just the godmodder. The TARDIS's shields flare up to prevent any attacks from actually reaching it.
Eric stands back at the edge, watching the carnage sadly.
And suddenly, a swarm of... oh, oh godmodder no... NOT AGAIN!!!
A swarm of tie-shaped TIE fighters, made in Thailand, flown by Tyrones and made by Tyson (all nicknamed Ty), tying knots in their formations, all placing the same place in a race, and covered in mosaics...
Ty's tied tying tie Thai Ty TIE tiled Fighters!
This is going to be ugly...
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Action 1/3
Starfall Sync: 40/50
I charge up in my mouth, and then fire a huge Brimstone beam at the Godmodder.
The Brimstone beam has all of the below properties:
-Unblockable
-Armor-Piercing
-Undodgeable
-Unparryable
-Unstoppable
-Undeflectable
-Unairblastable
-Unoutsmartable
-Unoutspeedable
-No random critical hits
Sword Damage: 180K/250K (Should I really keep updating this? Enemy entities to use them on are becoming very few.)
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
Alchemies
The Author's Artifact > Fine = Seventh Sin (6/11)
Deadly Quests || Cobalt's Testwriter = Cobalt's Questgiver (10/11)
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (5/10)
Action
I noscope the Chaos Incarnation with the Remington 420, then overheal myself with the Black Hand.
I go up to the godmodder and start talking.
The curse from the website that I click once is still active, in which modpack is a girl.
I start flirting.
"Hey there big boy... You wanna come over to myplace
;)?"
"I've got an extra space in my bed just for you baby
;)"
"Hey, are you Copernicium? Cause I'll be C N you tonight
;)"
Sometimes a battle yields no victor.
Fear is Freedom! Control is Liberty!
Contradiction is Truth! That is the reality of this world!
Avatar by TwinBuilder
Time flickers briefly.
For some reason, the battle between Notch and the Godmodder has suddenly become a rap battle.
"Whoops! Wrong spell effect. I meant to do the time stop thing. Hold on a moment."
The ground turns into cheese, and, if any of you remember what usually happens when cheese and I are in close proximity, promptly animates and flies at the Godmodder in a storm of dairy-esque shards.
"Also the wrong spell effect. Jesus christ, how does this work?"
I then spend a minute talking with (literally) Jesus Christ, who helps me figure out how to not suffer that pesky problem where technology and magic often don't mesh that well. I then try casting the same spell that I casted the last two times.
And this time, it works.
The battlefield freezes around the Godmodder, a moment torn off the timeline and expanded.
Only one figure apart from he himself moves.
Me.
"Ah, finally. That was what was supposed to happen the first time, but I'm horribly bad at magic. Or was, until I got an impromptu lesson from Jesus about it. Anyway, I didn't tear a piece of time off the line just to hear myself speak. This segment of time, it seems, belongs to me now, and there is something I must do with it."
A snap of my drone's fingers. Both me and the Godmodder are suddenly standing on a gray platform in space, watching meteors crash together.
"This little event here, that you're watching. The creation of a solar system. Untold millions are created every second, and yet this one was different. This particular solar system was the one that ended up containing Earth. The insignificant little blue-and-possibly-green planet. Except it was anything but insignificant."
Another finger snap. Suddenly, the platform shifts. It displays an entire universe below it, and another two, one on each side. The lower universe is nearly inactive, but the other two are writhing with activity.
"The creation of that one planet, and a few inhabitants, was the catalyst for a huge chain reaction. It would be in your interest to watch what happens closely."
The universe on the right, strangely quadrilateral, suddenly has flashes of activity spark throughout it. Those sparks flicker, occasionally drawing in power from outside sources. Meanwhile, the universe below has a very minute pinprick of light repeatedly flashing from a single, incredibly small area.
"That was the first war. I was, while present, participating as a very different being. For that one, I was using a rather unstable, biological-based form. It didn't fare quite as well as I'd hoped. Oh well, mistakes were made by both you and us."
The right universe suddenly dies down.
"Mid-war events weren't that spectacular. If I had been on hand in person, I'd probably have gotten bored of waiting for you to turn up again."
The right universe suddenly bursts into life again. Slowly, but surely, the flickering grows and grows, becoming flashier and flashier. Then, the surface shatters, and something streams from the left universe into the right.
"Ah, that. Sadly, I didn't get to witness the moment of the first invasion. From what I have been told, it was truly a spectacle to behold."
Activity in the right universe causes it to shimmer and boil, like a strange soup of action, charge, and power.
"War. War doesn't change that much sometimes. Although I must admit, sometimes, it shouldn't change. After all, it proved quite profitable, for more than a few individuals."
The first universe, the one beneath, suddenly flashes. One nanosecond it is virtually blank, the next second, a small blip of orchid colour appears.
"Binary included. On a cosmic scale, his takeover of the world was near instantaneous. But the world is a small place, compared to that which lies outside. Here, let me point out a very particular detail. Perhaps you noticed, once or twice, that there were people beginning to become inactive on the server. Ships without crews. Here's why."
The images flicker. The picture, once stabilized, predominantly features Binary's lunar prison, along with shiploads (literally, MCF admins, in case you think I'm trying to euphamise, which I'm not) of people, all Minecraft players, being shipped away and locked up. A small gray shape can be barely noticed flying rapidly away from the moon, apparently via jet engines.
"Everyone inactive on the servers was dragged off and arrested, for the crime of simply being interested in a conflict far grander than any Earth war. And why shouldn't they be? The nukes here are fantastic. Now, back to earlier."
Many many things start happening all at once on the right. Flashes flow between the left and right, the orchid colour expands outwards slowly, and briefly, the cosmic bindings of the universe on the right are dominated by a huge, gray object, arguably far bigger than the universe displayed.
"Ah, yes. I tried getting the Mainframe in at one stage, but it was too big to fit properly. My favorite toy does get some screen time though, during a certain battle technique."
The object eventually leaves, some more things happen, and then the displays pause.
"Which brings us to the present. So, overall, what has our super cool mega war done, on a Reality-wide scale?"
I gesture, and the images fly backwards. A huge, writhing sea of universes, like cells in a petri-dish, grind together. At the center, the trifecta. However, on this scale, it is barely noticeable. Rather hilariously, the Mainframe can be seen, far out-sizing anything near it, leaving a gash behind it where it has gone of displaced universes.
"Precisely bugger all. On a chronological scale, it has done bugger all. On a spacial scale, it has done bugger all. This entire war, where highly destructive forces and world-ending powers are thrown around like dust particles, it barely registers. Take a look for yourself."
The images stay dead still.
"For all the power of this war, for everything done, it has amounted to nothing on a large scale. My request to you, Richard, is to up the ante for the next time. Make this conflict be noticed, dammit. At this point, in this war, you're too low on health to pull off a Reality-wide effect, so first, you must lose to Notch. You must die. Then, once your health bar refills, go see what there is out there. Build an army, collect artifacts, just get some power boosts, dammit."
My drone looks straight at the Godmodder.
"Prove, not just to 30-odd beings, maybe a few more, but to an entire reality, that you can live up to the title you seek. But first, respawn. It wouldn't be a very long fight if you started with 2 health."
Time suddenly flickers again.
Both the Godmodder and I return to the battlefield. My drone raises a finger to where it's lips would be if I built these damn things with a mouth.
"Ssh."
And then the second purpose of that show becomes apparent when the distracting nature of being shown a whole slice of reality finally hits the Godmodder, along with a few other things.
Component A: 18/50
Component B: 18/50
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Turn 1/3
Fenestrated Wand && Fenestrated Blade = Fenestrated Point 8/10
I duplicate a Potion of Wickedness and a Potion of Ichor.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 38/50. (+2 from Gutza, 1 from Erelye)
I receive a cross-universal, trans-canon message, and sit down, typing something in thin air, appearing to search on an invisible computer. "Well, this is worrying."
I also watch the fight between the Godmodder and Notch carefully, before pulling out True Crystallum, swapping to Mage Mode, and casting a swarm of homing purple bullets at the Godmodder. "Wink Shot." If he puts up any sort of barrier, the bullets magically teleport behind the barrier. ( Full Drive 6/10 )
I flicker completely out of reality for the duration of Amperzand's attack, having no wish to even get marginally close to the destructive power on display.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
I tell the godmodder that he's only one part away from the beautiful treasure! The godmodder accepts, to finish this prank if nothing else...
JOKE: PART 25: THE FINAL FEAT: The godmodder has to perform the final feat, which involves retrieving a key that is being dangled 10 feet over lava, and being lowered into it at 1,000 feet per second. If the godmodder doesn't retrieve it before it enters the lava, he must dive into the lava to get it. The lava is infinitely deep, and the speed at which it's being lowered has a 0 added to it ever 5 seconds(so, after 10 seconds, 100,000 feet per second). Oh, and there's monsters that the godmodder NEEDS to defeat to get the key. Each one is designed to take 10 minutes to defeat. There are 5 of them.
PART 26: THE FINAL ACT: The godmodder uses the key to unlock the final act! Now, he needs to retrieve a key that happens to be on the top of the mountain, and hidden in a random place in a dungeon connected to the top of the mountain! After trying to fly to the top of the mountain, only to be nailed by a godmodder-neutralizing power cannon, does the godmodder realize the horrific truth: This is the mountain and dungeon from the prank that caused the end of the creepy dummy plotline so long ago! Only everything has been replaced! The godmodder hopes to find the key in the dungeon soon, but little does he know, the key is magic and is ALWAYS hidden in the last place he looks!
PART 27: THE FINAL CHALLENGE: The godmodder uses the key to unlock the final challenge! He must retrieve the key that is lying on the ground, in a cave! However, the key is surrounded by 2,000,000 awesomebeasts! The awesomebeasts all have stats higher than Project Binary(somehow), and the godmodder must kill them ALL so they won't kill him, without the help of the Fez or any of his other weapons! When he's finally finished, he realizes that at some point one of the beasts ate the key! He has to dig deep inside their stomachs to try and find it! All the contents of the awesomebeasts stomachs are highly acidic and REALLY GROSS!
PART 28: The treasure(?): The godmodder, at last at last AT LAST, uses the key to unlock the cave back in the normal world that has the treasure in it! I stand to the side, watching as the godmodder enters, laughing gleefully, since I know there's nothing inside! After all, why would a random cave in a hillside have a treasure? If it has anything, it won't be any good! I didn't even need to actually check inside the cave to know this!
Suddenly, I hear a shout of surprise from the godmodder, and rush inside to what's inside the cave...
TO BE CONCLUDED!
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Wilson's Shop: $300
Battlefield: I heal Wilson with Healing Blues, I guess
+2 to Wilson
Mold Breaker TM AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 5/11
Default octet thing AND Azure Essence 1/11
Robin Hood AND Health Absorber AND Medigun AND Azure Essence 1/11 = Steal health from the strong and give to the weak, or whatever
The G.A Computer is done, BTW.
+2 to Crystal
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 4/9
Wilson Money: $2
Fastest Thing Alive: 16/50 (+1 from Crystal)
Gotta Go Fast: 15/50
Tesseract Manifold: 10/11
Antimatter Buster Station: 6/11
==Actions==
==Engage overly long story/attackpost==
F1ddl3st1cks.
Lothyra: This isn't going very well.
Leela: Talk about an understatement.
Fry: Yeah I'm stuck here and I can't do anything.
Bender: YOU CALL THIS INCAPACITATION?! YOU WOULDN'T KNOW INCAPACITATION IF IT- aww screw it.
Amy: Well maybe a deus ex machina will come and save us.
Farnsworth: Well, I certainly wouldn't bet on i-
Blaze of Glory: 50/50 EXPENDED! EXECUTING...
10 minutes ago, on Spacebase DF-9/Singularity Station/No One Cares, a kerbal looks down at the conflagration that has broken out. Well, technically it's not down. More like ahead. It will still take around 10 minutes before the space station will pass over the Tower.
Jeb: Dammit. We've already had to doge a bunch of stray bullets, magic spells, antimatter bullets, and God knows what else already. How hard is it to just distract one person? It's as if all of our fancy explosion power is just as dangerous as throwing a rock at someone. Since when can Rock Beat Laser anyway?
1 am s0rry t0 1nf0rm y0u that th3 HAL-M3ch has alr3ady suff3r3d rap1d unplann3d d1sass3mbly. L0thyra and th3 Plan3t 3xpr3ss Cr3w have b33n d1sabl3d.
Jeb: What?! So soon?
Y3s.
Jeb: Dammit. How could things get worse?
Y0u sh0uld kn0w what th3y say ab0ut t3mpt1ng fat3.
Jeb: Yeah?
Y0u just d1d.
Jeb: Well I don't see how that's going to change anythi-
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Suddenly, a stray antimatter bullet from the HAL-Mech that was fired right before its destruction collides with the prograde side (the side that is facing the direction of the space station's orbit. Basic KSP terms) of the space station. The entire front splits open, a second explosion blasting all the pieces away thanks to the sheer quantity of air and other volatiles rushing out. The entire station goes dark as the blast destroys the power generators. Oddly enough, the first thought that came into Jeb's mind was "Oh no, not again." It is believed that if we knew why he thought that, we would know far more about his backstory than we do currently. The second thought he vocalized.
Jeb: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED].
Jeb quickly snaps of his shocked state. He's a space ace after all. He quickly puts on his spacesuit from a nearby emergency locker. He then heads out into the corridors. Thank God he was on the bottom of the station. After wandering around the cooridoors, he wanders into a terrified engineer, also suited. Jeb opens radio communications with him.
Jeb: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] what was that?!
Engineer: A-A stray anti-timatter bullet s-sir.
Jeb: I knew that sending the HAL-Mech out was a bad idea. What's the damages?
Engineer: The-e entire fr-ront has been d-destroyed, sir. The pow-wer generators ha-have been co-comple-letely destroyed.
Jeb: At least that's something we can repai- oh [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]. What's the space station's orbit looking like?
Engineer: I d-don't kn-know sir, but we'l-ll probably enter the at-atmosphere and crash in-nto the ground.
Jeb: And this space station has all of our antimatter supplies. Talk about a perfect storm. There's still time to evacuate. The hangar bay doors are set to open manually in case of an emergency. How long do you think we have until entry interface?
Engineer: O-one to two minutes, sir.
Jeb: We'll have to do this quick then.
Jeb opens his radio to every spacesuit and communications device on the station.
Jeb: Everyone, this is commander Jedediah Kerman speaking. We estimate that in one or two minutes, this station will hit the atmosphere and crash into the ground. With all of our antimatter supplies. I need everyone to head to the nearest hangar. When you're there, activate the manual release lever on the bay doors. Then get into a reentry-proof spaceship as fast as you can unless you want to be vaporized once the antimatter goes up. GO SAVE YOURSELF! NOW!
He then rushes towards the nearest hangar bay. He searches around until he finds a large lever. He pulls it, and the backup motors powered by some backup batteries start up, opening the doors. He then climbs into a nearby spaceplane and starts the powerup process.
M3ch J3b 1.0 act1vat1ng. H3ll0, J3b3d1ah K3rman.
Jeb: Calculate expected site of impact and its proximity to the tower.
Calculat1ng...
10 k1l0m3t3rs s0uth.
Jeb: Only ten kilometers? Hmm. I think I know what to do.
With a short thrust, the spaceplane is put on a quick trajectory leading outside. Once he has cleared the hangar bay, he looks around. A bunch of other spaceships are already outside, with more leaving each second. Jeb opens the communications channel.
Jeb: This is Jedediah Kerman speaking again.
Bill: Jeb? Oh thank God you got out alright.
Jeb: Same for you Bill. And Bob?
Bill: He's here with me.
Bob: HEY BROTHER!
Jeb: Okay okay. Now there's one more thing I need everyone to do. You see, this station is on its final moments. But it can still do one more thing. I guess you could say it's going out in a...
Blaze of Glory. I need every ship to push the station in the direction I indicate.
Red Shirt 1: Yes sir!
Red Shirt 2: Yes sir!
All of the spaceships congregate around one point on the station's hull. Their thrusters fire in synchrony for some moments.
Orb1tal manu3v3r c0mpl3t3. Crash s1t3 1s n0w 3xactly 0n t0p 0f th3 t0w3r, barr1ng and atm0sph3r1c w3ath3r c0nd1t10ns.
Jeb: Hah. I don't think it'll matter to that sonovabitch if the giant space station explodes 1 or 100 meters away from his tower.
Warn1ng. Atm0psh3r1c 3ntry 1nt3rfac3 1n 10 s3c0nds.
Jeb: Crap. EVERYONE AWAY FROM THE STATION! IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIVES MAKE SURE YOU'RE AT LEAST 150 KLICKS AWAY FROM THE TOWER WHEN THE STATION HITS!
All of the spaceships thrust away right as the flames of reentry start up. 5 minutes later, the flaming wreck of the space station is only 5 seconds from collision. We have now caught up with the events of the previous turn, and are now at the start of this current post.
Amy: Well maybe a deus ex machina will come and save us.
Farnsworth: Well, I certainly wouldn't bet on i-
The space station slams into the top of the tower. More specifically, straight into the Godmodder. The frame buckles from the impact. Then all of the antimatter stores, the ones that were supplying all of the Antimaks and Antimatter Nukes and iBoomsticks, simultaneously detonate. In a moment, all non-Player/entity life within 30 kilometers is instantly vaporized, including the crowd of ordinary players. Then a massive fireball rises above the Tower, burning everything within 150 kilometers. A titanic shockwave flattens mountains up to 200 kilometers away. Within seconds a massive cloud of smoke rises over the affected area, the same smoke that blotted out the sun and killed the dinosaurs 65 million years ago in two different parts of the Trifecta. The entire ground around the Tower has been reduced to lava. However, the Tower itself (and the Roots of Yggdrasil), has miraculously survived. But that's not all. For the Tower and the Roots focused the blast that hit them into one tiny point. So much energy was concentrated into that point that spacetime itself was torn apart to form a black hole. The black hole descends toward the Godmodder, intense tidal effects spaghettifying the air itself into plasma. Then the Godmodder is torn apart, code-atom by code-atom, and his particles are sucked into the black hole. The Players/entities are completely stunned.
Lothyra: I think the Spanish Inquisition meddled with the space station. DAMMIT WE KILLED HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF AVATARS AND DESTROYED THE SPAWN POINT! AND NOW I ONLY HAVE A TINY AMOUNT OF ANTIMATTER ON ME!
She then alchemizes Quantum Processor & Closed-cycle Dilution Refrigerator.
QUANTUM PROCESSOR: A processor that uses quantum principles like superposition and entanglement to examine multiple answers to a question at the same time, allowing it to quickly solve certain NP computational problems (problems that would take an exponential amount of time for ordinary computers). However, it is only useful when hooked up to a standard digital computer, because of reasons that I can't explain unless Twin would like to have a lecture on algorithmic theory. It also requires an operating environment 150x colder than interstellar space.
CLOSED-CYLE DILUTION REFRIGERATOR: A device that can cool whatever is placed in it from room temperature to 150x colder than interstellar space. How convenient.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
Just in case, there was a bit of my post that held relevancy to Erelye and Gutza, so read that bit.
/null
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
Skaia's Bow 36/40
Insanity Quiver 13/50
Ultimate Skulltop 36/50
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 4/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 2/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 11/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-11, 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 pull out the Roleplay Derailer's Halberd. "You know, Richard, you suck at creativity. You suck at raw power. You suck at derailing the LITERAL ONLY OBSTACLES to your plan. Is there anything you *don't* suck at? Your plan's lazy and you don't even bother to check that things are going well. You just coast on by using the bare minimum amount of effort required. Look at you, you can't even keep your captives on the computer! Is it THAT HARD to spam Special Techniques, rely on your own power instead of borrowing other's, randomly impede our progress, at least put the slightest amount of effort into stopping us?" I then casually poke him with the halberd.
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Post II
I turn up the button on the Ravethrower untill the beehive speakers start shaking violently and the button somehow gets clogged up by honey. The Speakers fall down, releasing thousands of buzzing bees at the Godmodder.
Biumbra throws the ees from his name at Tingle, and replaces them with an i.
Night's Edge Complete!
0ne-Dollar Bill ~~~ Loom
Indigo Flames 2/X
Cobalt Psiichip 4/9
Spire Repair Droid 7/10
Umbral Ultımatum 26/40
Thanks for the ninja, Generic.
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 40%
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 (8/11)
+1 to Amp; +1 to Crystal.
If I am dead, I respawn. If I am alive, I heal myself by draining the life force of a thousand fields of grass.
I accept the monochromatic Bag of Holding. Listening to the Avatar's comments on its contents, I nod.
Wonderful. I cannot thank you enough. Regarding the drill you still possess, I highly recommend you fuse the Ichorium with shards of bedrock, and similar materials. From my experience, it boosts production eightfold.
Several moments later, I turn back to the Godmodder. Without as much as another word, I draw a short scepter composed primarily of some sort of monochromatic dark gray metal. Some sort of dark iron, perhaps. The scepter itself is topped by a spherical crystal saturated with flecks of evidently meteoric material approximately 3.5 inches in maximum diameter. It seems to radiate some sort of forgotten color. Not unremembered, but unknown. I shift the scepter's position upwards, before muttering several phrases in a forgotten tongue.
Cirfthl'on sa's sul'oa daehlae.
Whilst I speak, I immediately toss the scepter as far away from my bodily form as swiftly as possible, in Richard's direction. The thing strikes the ground, and rolls towards the Godmodder. Its topper immediately dissolves upon ceasing movement, seemingly fading into the ground. On the floor where the topper was originally present, however, a corruption of faded gray stains the ground. It seems to spread, creeping outwards in a particularly twisted and precise manner, as if it possessed a sapient mind of its own. That is in no way possible, correct? Hah. That question does not require answering, in my opinion. Or perhaps it is just up for you to decide. The corruption, now clearly composed of gray dust, creeps forth, surrounding the Godmodder in his entirety. The corruption crawls inwards, towards Richard, not ceasing upon reaching his form. His armor seems to crumble away into dust as the corruption advances, undeterred by the protective wear of even a god. His flesh begins to wither away, twisted by the foul might of the corruption. After several seconds, or perhaps enquier, loä, decades, millennia, or even eons of waiting, that which was once normally healthy flesh has become naught but a twisted, withered, unrecognizable heap of a hideous, emaciated, squamous body. Richard's body collapses to the floor, his skin sinking further inward to rest tightly around the brittle bones. Then and there, he both seems to become a cadaver, and to survive for eternity. Any attempts for restoration fail miserably, as if suppressed by some sort of force. Then, I continue to stare at Richard with a withering, vehement gaze, wrought of stoicism and precise calculation, as he realizes something. This reality, all of its intricacies and futures, are solely wrought by my mind. This is all a dream. Perhaps it would do for you to wake up. And he does. Richard awakens, only to find that he is standing stiff and upright, completely inert, practically waiting for somebody to pummel him with a divine hammer. Hah.
+2 to Crystal
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 4/9
Wilson Money: $2
Fastest Thing Alive: 17/50
Gotta Go Fast: 16/50
Tesseract Manifold: 11/11 Complete!
Antimatter Buster Station: 7/11
Quantum Processor & Closed-cycle Dilution Refrigerator: 2/?
==Actions==
Lothyra: I also remembered that so much of my scientific equipment was on the station.
She notices Amperz4nd's present.
Lothyra: Thanks. I guess.
She then turns away.
Lothyra: I thought I would turn away from evil! But now look at this! I've just killed all those players! DARN IT I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THAT!
She thinks for a bit.
Lothyra: Well, at least there's one thing I can learn from this. Antimatter is too dangerous to be used so often without the proper technology. And I didn't have that technology. I was a fool, going around tearing apart spacetime. The frikkin COUNSEL OF ELDERS warned me about this. And I, in my elven hubris, ignored them. [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] myself.
She looks at the bag again.
Lothyra: Well, at least with the contents of this bag I can start the process of rebuilding. And most of the kerbals probably escaped. Wait. I need to contact Jeb.
-- universalAntimatist [UA] began pestering astralAce [AA] --
UA: Jeb? Are you okay?
AA: Oh hi Lothyra! Yeah, most of us got out alive if that's what you're saying.
UA: Yeah, well.
UA: We just killed hundreds of thousands of avatars. And we destroyed the spawn point. I mean, they'll be freed from the Operation but,
UA: imagine what would have happened if they weren't just avatars. I would have had the blood of a large city on my hands.
UA: I've decided something.
UA: No more abuse of antimatter. No more ludicrous collateral damage. From now on, we're being efficient and but practical.
UA: Let's not Amperz this up anymore.
AA: Okay...
UA: Speaking of which, I got some stuff from him. Some genomic equipment. We'll have to set up a base. But for now, we'll have to get out of Minecraftia. The apocalypse is coming. But I have a ship that can do that.
AA: I'll be in touch.
UA: And I will be too, dear morail.
AA: There's just one thing I need to say. I'm sorry I didn't try to warn you sooner. That I didn't object.
UA: Apology accepted. Goodbye. Wait. There's one more thing. I'm changing my chumhandle. It's now corellonicTechnologist. I find that it fits me better, considering my origin and profession. Okay now I'm really rambling. Goodbye for reals.
-- universalAntimatist [UA] ceased pestering astralAce [AA] --
Lothyra : Now for my weapon situation. While antimatter is no longer my main damage dealer I might still want to use it to fuel a superattack or special ability like the Planet Express Ship's Anti-Turbocharger. I do have a bit of the stuff left. Now, for my weapons. I think I may want to New Dawn-style trim down iTokomak. Wow it's been so long since I've used it. And I think I have a name for its successor too. But first I need the basic weapon.
Lothyra alchemizes Nanogel Rifle & Plasma Heater & Nanobattery Pack & Air Canister & Magstone Wires & Computer. She then rolls the Miniaturized Decad at the Godmodder, just so I can see what it does.
((BTW Twin, this means that iAntimak Carbine, New Dawn, and iBoomstick are now useless, because Lothyra took all the remaining antimatter out of them. However, the Antimatter Buster Station that is being alchemized is still going to be used. Now the last bit of personal storylines for DTG 2 is complete. Well, except for one thing. You'll find out later.))
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
Act 1! +1 to Ire, +1 to Wilson!
Origin (36/50) (Refine. +1 from Erelye)
AMPLIFIER UBERCHARGE: 7/9
Orchid Fire (from Oblivion's Topper) > 1/1 = Corrupted Fire (Level 6: 7/7.) Welp, glad this is done.
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 6/9)?
If my actual Entities aren't dead at this stage...Mokou keeps attacking the Godmodder with her flashiest attacks in the hopes of distracting him through sheer lightshow (to say nothing of the fact that these attacks also involve copious amounts of danmaku aimed at him as well). The Hand of Truth will switch up its tactics and flip to THE DETERRENCE AGAINST THE WICKED. Hopefully the stun is more powerful than just straight damage here.
Yeesh. Far more firepower than anything should ever have. I've gotta wonder why I fight for these people sometimes. Then again, the Godmodder's probably gonna rollback that much, and for all the horrible environment-destroying crud that, at this stage, I cannot help but worry about even with Rollbacks (Destruction of the very foundation of Universe C does NOT sound like a pretty concept, which is what we're risking with these less concentrated attacks, to say nothing of the possibility that we might release...You know, THAT.)
I point out that, yes, I was aware that the explosion in the VIDEO was the Legion of Pyronus. However, THIS time, St. Heffi deliberately put sacred explosive charges on the bottom of the truck to make the explosions-otherwise they would have just been plain explosives instead of brilliant sacred explosives that gave everyone Sandviches. Not like this bit of counter-godmodding is going to change anything, but I wanted to point that out.
Compared to what Amperzand just did, my simple spaceship seems paltry by comparison, but it's the most powerful weapon I have. OK, to be totally honest, despite the considerable amount of power I hold, sometimes I feel kinda powerless compared to all the flashy stuff. Or maybe it's just because I focus a lot about making every ounce of power hit my target, a concentrated, focused attack, instead of huge explosives? Whatever. It's not like I don't use explosives myself. Maybe not to the same degree, but I still do. So, enough babbling. I throw Notch some sunglasses that will allow him to counteract bright lights, pull out the Moorblade 2.1 from my inventory via Inventory shenanigans and hop in the pilot's seat, flying roughly above where the TARDIS lies. I take a good lock onto the Godmodder, and unload my payloads, fully aware that he will probably be immune to this stuff. The Oblivionator and the Crimson Minienders start proving their worth, as Oblivion-laced attacks careen right into the Godmodder with violent blasts of Oblivion Majjyks, while I use the Remote Magnepulators to hopefully keep the Godmodder ever-so-slightly in place while I do so and keep the Oblivion Majjyks away from Notch. Meanwhile, the Laser Nerfers keep up constant fire on the Godmodder, with every successful hit (probably none at all), his abilities getting slightly weaker and making all the bombs and lasers harder to deal with. Also meanwhile, Phantascoria's Frenzy starts its powerful charge...Of course, this isn't gonna be enough.
I suddenly hop out of the ship, with the trusty auto-pilot taking total control, and jumping right off of it and back onto the duel site, giving myself a bit of covering fire via the Stellar Scatter, and teleporting away from any blasts of power that the Godmodder may attempt to send my way. Eventually I hit the ground, drawing the Divine Gate of Harmony. It's abilities are powerful, but I really haven't been using it. No more! I open the door, leading to a place within the bounds of the Void, generating compression as the small door regulates the equilibrium of gasses into the Void! Notch looks down and finds that he is conveniently rooted to the ground with Iron boots designed specifically to weigh people to the ground. This means no jumping or flying, but this is only for a few seconds! The Godmodder? Not so much, with all of his enchantments. He is (hopefully) sucked into the portal! If this fails to be the case after a few seconds, huge armored arms with a ton of protection enchantments reach out and grab him instead, and pull him in! (they conveniently ignore Notch, respecting the pseudo-creator of Minecraft).
Inside this section of the Void, the Godmodder finds himself accosted with hilariously huge gauntlet arms with hilariously huge swords enchanted to the nine-hundred and ninety-nines! Probably unimpressive to him, but there is a ton of them! Like, tons upon tons of them! I only let him in there for five seconds (or less, considering who we're dealing with here) before I decide that's enough time to let Notch have at the Divinium Pillar (if this worked as the good blow). OF course, this clearly isn't going to be the case, I am aware of the odds that it won't work out that way. However, either way, while this happens, I channel a bit of my power into the Wave Motion Gun-a feature that I've enabled with my particular method of assembling this ship. When the Godmodder gets out, he's treated to the might of Phantascoria's Frenzy in full, right into the head.
If nothing else, I tickled him with a million gauntlets and gave him a blinding light show to deal with, masquerading some of Notch's blows.
I put everything back into my Inventory, quickly. Ugh. War. Static and bloody as ever. At least, where we're standing, all the collateral damage in existence won't matter...Or almost won't. Pretty sure the Oblivionator's maximal range won't hit the bottom of the tower and screw MORE of GodCraft up.
Turn 2/3
Fenestrated Wand && Fenestrated Blade = Fenestrated Point 9/10
I duplicate a Potion of Wickedness and a Potion of Ichor.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 44/50. (+4 from Gutza, +1 from Erelye)
I find something interesting in my information-searching, and a message goes back to my other self, holding the simple messages, "Don't let him get three auxiliary paradoxes", "I think he's on your side, but every last instance of him's a wild card", and "Piono was once allied with one of him, see if you can tell if this one's been in a TARDIS recently"
I view the Godmodder's duel with Notch casually, before pulling out the Mage's Eavesdropper and using it to know where the Godmodder's next few steps will fall, and where Notch's will fall as well. I then lazily coat a few of the Godmodder's predicted foot positions with ice, while adding some reaction-time-boosting goop to Notch's next few steps.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 40%
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 (9/11)
+1 to Amp; +1 to Crystal.
Ross, Smith, and Trott use their standard attacks in an attempt to distract Richard with the undeniable glory and righteousness of the all-powerful Hand of Truth, if they are not dead.
I stare at Richard eerily, before waving my hand slightly. Abruptly, a large chess set appears between us, filled with individual pieces, some of which appear to sustain a curious nature, to say the least. I have beaten gods at chess before. However, I am by no means a master. You win games, and you lose games. That is just how it is. I gesture to one particular knight, carven from what appears to be brilliant organic matter of an indeterminable color. It seems rather peculiar, seeing as this knight shines with what appears to be memory, and remembrance, yet suppressed, as if it were not really what it seemed to be. With a thought, the apocyan exterior falls apart, revealing a horrendous, twisted form, composed of innumerable layers of human skin wrapped around a metallic base, mildly resembling a knight in a game of chess. Hah. The area where eyes should usually exist upon the 'knight' appear to bore into Richard's mind, providing him so magnanimously with visions of an unnamable city. A nameless city, if you will. Hah. Without any choice in any way whatsoever, the vision diverts its sight through the alleyways of the city. The place seems off. Twisted, demented, impossible. It is as if the proportions and dimensions of the nameless city were off. The visions's sight passes through shrines and low altars, through buildings and stone walls, before heading inwards, to a realm undiscovered by the dim explorational lights of sentient knowledge. The vision's sight passes through low hallways, heading downwards, into the depths of this surprisingly beautiful area, filled with paint scrawled upon the low domed ceilings in twisted fashions, heading inwards. The second the vision passes through the door, everything seems to go wrong. An ancient hallway, dim in regards to lighting, lined with rectangular boxes of wood, the contents of each revealed by a glass window on the side. Mummified bodies. Yet, these bodies are by no means those of anything Richard has seen. The remnants of what once might have been referred to as webbed hands and feet are nothing but angular bone, the heads seem small, and amphibious. The bodies themselves are abnormally small (around 1.4 meters), and appear to be coated in a slimy substance, devoid of any signs of life, or the lack thereof, strangely. The vision's sight heads onwards still, to another room, down a narrow, steep flight of stairs. Instead of heading directly onwards, the vision's sight takes an abrupt left, heading into a sealed room, merely passing through the gateway. Within, there are stone slabs of an indeterminate rock sparsely distributed throughout the room, filled with various trinkets and artifacts of a sinister nature. The walls are lined with shelves filled with jars and pots of clay. The vision's sight ceases moving, staring at a slab containing several objects of note. One, a glass cube filled with flakes of human skin. A scuttling noise emanates from the cube, and the flakes shift about, as if there were something within. Upon the table, there is also a charm made of an indeterminable metal, stained with blood, and coated in a strange slimy substance. Next to the charm, along with a pile of something, there is a small object, fashioned into the shape of a knight utilized in chess. A metallic base, with the form composed of layers of human flesh, torn soundly from a body, or perhaps many, masterfully. Everything goes completely silent. A low moaning sound reverberates throughout the sinister edifice in its entirety, warped and ominous. Something shifts in the corners of the vision's sight, and Richard, the recipient of this entire occurrence, feels a scuttling sensation on the back of his neck, as if something were crawling there, within his dermis, waiting. Watching. Suddenly, the vision goes black, and the Godmodder's sight is restored to its initial state. I stare at Richard for several moments, grabbing both the shards of the apocyan exterior and the 'chesspiece,' placing them in a small bag, which I drop within my inky black alchemical bag. With a thought, the rest of the chess set vanishes. That was certainly distracting. Hah. The prickling sensation is still present, strangely. Was it not all in the mind?
Turn 3/3
Fenestrated Wand && Fenestrated Blade = Fenestrated Point 10/10 COMPLETE! I examine it.
I duplicate two Potions of Wickedness and a Potion of Ichor.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 46/50. (+1 from Erelye)
I simply observe the rest of the attacks, sure that Richard will have been sufficiently distracted by now.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 40%
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 (10/11)
+1 to Amp; +1 to Crystal.
I glance at the Godmodder, erudite phrases of pure, unadulterated nonsense inexplicably echoing throughout his mind, with or without his permission. Your mind isn't as safe as you think. That goes for all of us. Including those who regularly utilize mental wards. Anyhow, a swirling window of amethyst into another reality appears directly before Richard, pulsating with magics of a caliber incapable of perceiving with mundane senses. Elsewhere in GodCraft, something begins to occur.
Grayhold Citadel, approx. 16:01
Within a chamber in nestled inside the BV-98 floor of Grayhold Citadel, far deeper than has ever been achieved by any sort of lasting settlement in the Void, a system becomes active. As a matter of fact, everything that was lost so horrifically in the Red Disaster has been repaired, and improved upon. Anyhow, the room is rather dim, and low-ceilinged, sustaining a floor composed of stable metal plating. The place solely contains a machine of monolithic size, seemingly compressed to the size of a room. The center of this chamber is dominated by the central control mechanism, a core device composed of Greatwood and rimmed with gold, fed into by innumerable essentia tubes, boasting several screens displaying coordinates and showing images of our current location in the tower, amongst other things. Hah. Semper vigilantem, in more than a singular manner. Suddenly, a blinking light is emitted from a crystalline shape upon an essentia valve, and the thing turns. Hundreds of thaums of essentia flow into the central mechanism, glass vials on the side being secured firmly to export tubes. A sphere within the core of the machine then emits unimaginable amounts of light, time and space bending around this particular section of the void for several moments. Flux Gas pours from the ventilation in the device, and is immediately either annihilated by Flux Scrubbers, or vented out into a secure storage tank miles upwards. A light gray liquid flows from the export tubes into the vials, which are immediately picked up by several golem workers, and carried to a platform containing a Runic Matrix and a contained hungry node. The vials of Visum essentia are dropped into the secure containment chamber by the golems, who stride off back to their idle positions elsewhere. Visum essentia, stolen from the jaws of temporal inevitability, is pumped into the chamber, and disappears.
At this very moment, back within the tower, the swirling violet aperture begins to display an image of another world, reft with promise and happiness. Despicable. Civilizations grow into a singular realm of hope and happiness, sustained by medieval technology. I peer into the depths of the arcane aperture. Immediately, the skies grow dark, for the first time in the eons of history that have been shown in a shortened state. In moments, the entire planet is obscured in eternally existent clouds of rain. I snap my fingers. Immediately, a bolt of lightning bursts from the heavens of the peaceful universe, and strikes a city, igniting the flames of war and destruction. Immediately, chaos ensues. Hundreds of millions of people are slain by earthquakes, hurricanes, droughts, flooding, and the sudden emergence of patches of Taint and corruption within this ordinarily peaceable and positive realm. Then, the violence begins. Beings, once filled with hope, take up arms, and slay their fellows indiscriminately. Suffering and blood fill the streets of the planetary city in the form of a red smog. Soon enough, the population is gathered in one place, a refuge for the sane and logical. I stare into the swirling window as Richard is forced to watch. Within moments, the entirety of the aperture goes white. As the light subsides, the refugee camp is gone. As a matter of fact, the entirety of the tectonic plate the camp resided upon is floating in space, having been ripped from the grasp of gravitational force, and sent into the depths of empty space, wherein the survivors died almost instantly. The remainder of the planet slowly crumbles away into ruins and ancient fragments, until it is consumed by the expansion of its own sun. Hah. The swirling violet aperture fades away. That's certainly enough of a distraction. To simulate a nigh-perfect reality, and tear it apart from the inside to prove that no such thing will ever exist.
{Not even gonna bother with fonts and such, this editor hates me and I'm not messing with the BBcode to fix it right now.}
{also lol gutza "Amperz it up" hehehehehehehe who needs grammar and punctuation because I'm being silly and sleep deprived hahahaha}
Stuff charges! Because I want my last alchemy done for reasons of RP.
+1x2 to Erelye!
The Avatar, ashes flaking from its various joints as it recovers from standing, however protected, at the center of all that destruction, speaks up again, apparently having maintained contact with the departed Anachron;
"Your thanks are accepted. Consider there to be no debt other than that of alliance in the face of greater threat. I hope you won't mind if I keep a thousand or so of your race as long-term members of my crew, as they are a quite interesting species, all said. As to the Drill I chose to retain, it has been replaced by a system I can myself manufacture, albeit slowly, and is being kept mainly for purposes of science."
It walks over to board the Tesseract, which has just landed and from which Amp and Zand hop down to rejoin the battle, taking turns spraying flares and assault jazz at the Godmodder while they walk over to you.
"How're you doin'? Sorry about my lack of ceremony and all, but I'm afraid it's getting a little hard to concentrate."
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Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870