Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 5/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 3/?
Capricorn Pin && Psionic Program = Purple Psionic Program 1/?
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
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49/50 and 23/50 +1 to Generic and Tazz.
In response to Richard:
"Yeah. I would consider that insignificant. Lets see... the Vord... threatened everything... Scratch... threatened everything... Dimentio... threatened everything... you... threatened 30 million. Which one is the odd one out? And I actually dislike that you've been so insignificant compared to them. Yes, I take pity on you. Poor thing. It seems common for side plots to have their ramifications inflated. I don't really care for any of that. So, as much as you hate it, I've actually enjoyed fighting you. And for some verrryyyy strange reason, I don't feel all that threatened by your remarks. It can't possibly because you made the same kinds of claims before ascending to god like status and then getting bopped by Scratch. Don't mind me, I have to leave for a moment to lead these two love birds away to safety."
"Alex! Ash! Don't worry, the floor is cleared. Lets get out of here and have some pizza."
I calmly lead the phoenixes down the tower and out of sight.
"That was probably a C-, to be honest. Not enough combos."
I'm going to be really upset if entities end up being useful.
The number in parentheses is the number of times you need to assist Wilson's charges in order to buy it. Once you buy it, you're free to duplicate it. Wilson will also accept IOUs or other alchemies in trade.
Current status: owner missing _ Total wealth = 436$ _ Wilson's charges A: 50/50 (SPENT), B: 26/50 (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)
Fseftr: 300$ (basically infinite)
Tazz: 25$
Generic: 19$
Gutza1: 2$
CrystalCat: 2$
Pricy: 6$
Pokefan151: 8$
Kelpie's Blade x1 (lvl 7 weapon, 10$)
Spectra's Chestplate (lvl 5 colorful armor, 8$)
Potion of (super?) rejuvenation x1 (3$, lvl 1, gives crits)
Potion of Magic x2 (3$, lvl 1, random effects)
Potion of (holy) Wrath x2 (5$, lvl 2, says on the tin)
Potion of Nectar x2 (5$, lvl 2, healing and crit)
Splash potion of Critmist II x7 (6$, lvl 3, crits)
Potion of Ambrosa x2 (6$, lvl 3, healing + crits)
Nectar cake x1 (6$, lvl 3, healing food)
Potion of Infusement x1 (4$, lvl 2, magic power +)
Potion of Potential x1 (lvl 1, slight buff)
Potion of Fury x4 (6$, lvl 3, magic power +, holy power ++)
Potion of Armor x2 (3$, lvl 1, dmg reduction)
Potion of War II x2 (7$, lvl 4, +dmg, -dmg taken)
Potion of Zeus x2 (7$, lvl 4, healing, dmg dealt+ Dmg taken -)
Potion of Water Armor x2 (2$, lvl1, armor while in water)
Potion of Moonlight x1 (3$, lvl 1, regen)
Potion of Fortune x3 (2$, lvl 1, more ores)
Potion of HellSun x2 (3$, lvl 1, Powers of the Nether)
Potion of Scratch II x2 (6$, lvl 3, control time for a bit)
Potion of IMAAAAGGGGINNNNAAAATIOOONNNN II x2 (4$, lvl 2)
Splash Potion of Oblivion II x2 (7$, lvl 5, Life stealing cuts)
Nectar Cake +1
Bottled Foxfire (the holy white electric flame Laiko used) &&& gold nugget &&& Hosi-No-Tama Shard &&& black opal = Bottle Hosi Fire 7/10 A little late...
Potion of Scratch +1
Made... Minecraft? This land? So he's... you know what, forget it. Now's not the time. I suppose now is when I leave this land behind. I did my best here, and that's all I can ask of myself. ... Actually... Let me do one last thing to leave my mark on this dying world...
The 50/50 post charge that was going to save Wilson SPENT ON SOMETHING ELSE
Hey! Godmodder guy! Remember me? Your local friendly fox! Its okay if you don't. I was so different back then. I've grown and changed so much. I used to be a scared little kit hiding in my store, where it was safe. I thought going up and talking to you was neigh-suicidal, but look at me now! Maybe I just became a lot stupider. That's a possibility. But I don't think its the case. If it was, I wouldn't be able to do this. As my final action on this land, I will show you... no... I'll show everyone how much I've grown!
Wilson walks slowly over towards Richard with his head held high. His one tail splits and unfurls into the traditional nine, using a 50 post charge in place of a state of -100. As he walks, dozens of other foxes show up, all of them look exactly the same as Wilson. They must be illusions, but its impossible to tell them from the real thing. Even thermal vision reads them as being one and the same. With a blinding flash of light, Wilson suddenly dashes into the crowd of illusions. When anyone can see again, no one can tell which is the real Wilson. They surround the Godmodder and envelop the outer perimeter in shadows. Gleefully, one of them shouts,
Foxpile!!
One at a time but in quick succession, all the foxes leap at Richard from every direction. Most of them pass strait through him before fleeing into the outer shadows. Richard tries to swat away the illusions, but they just pass through any attack he makes. And as he's doing that, he suddenly feels Wilson land on the back of his head and ruffle his hair. Richard swings around to try and bat Wilson off, but he's already gone. After a few more seconds of being pelted with fox illusions, one of them stands in front of Richard and says,
Okay, that was great fun. Especially your hair. That was great; it looks stupid now. What should I do next?
When Richard lunges forward at this one, it suddenly darts between his legs, forcing Richard to turn around and run after it. He only gets a few steps before he trips over the real Wilson. The illusion runs off into the shadows and Wilson runs around to Richard's back and tears off some of his cape and fashions it into a blindfold and drapes that over Richard's eyes. It only takes him a second or two to realize what happened and rip off the blindfold, but in that time, the entire area has changed. In place of the tower's inside, is a large room designed to be an artificial plains biome. Wilson is standing at the bottom of a colossal, obviously fake tree stump.
I started here, in this fake land of peace and isolation. But, I'm not here to give my life story. I can't keep this up for that long.
Richard walks forward and kicks Wilson, who suddenly disappears in a flash of light. A few moments later, Wilson pokes his head up out of some nearby bushes.
Its annoying when other people have decoys, huh? But sheesh, why all the violence? I haven't done anything to you. Well, I have. But all that was in good humor. Can't you take a prank sometimes? But anyway... I always thought an illusionary bush was the best place to talk to you from, so I lets activate serious mode for a while. I would have never been able to do this back when I first spoke to you. For one, I wasn't a Kitsune. And I was way too quiet and depressed all the time to actually have some fun. I sure have grown. But I still remember those words you said to me. You see the world as black and white. I used to as well. But then I got some friends. You should try them, they're great. Might help you loosen up a little. But you wouldn't do that. You never change. I actually pity you, really. You're stuck in your way of thinking. I sure hope you'll learn to actually enjoy life, because you don't seem to even enjoy this "godmodding" or whatever. Its sad when even your very name brings you nothing but anger and rage. I feel sorry for you. Well, that's all I really have to say. I'm not the smartest guy around, but sometimes I get some profound words in. Being able to have fun is so great.
When Richard approaches the bush, both it and Wilson suddenly dissolve and explodes into tubas. Then he suddenly feels a weight on his head and Wilson says from above him,
I'll cut this out. Find a hobby or something that you like. Maybe stamps.
All at once, the illusionary world fades around Richard and Wilson pours a potion of Chills down his back before sliding down and running off into the Tardis. All Richard sees is the flash of Wilson's tail turning the corner. Then, from inside the Tardis, comes his voice one last time,
Oh, you'll probably want this back. Sorry, but I couldn't resist. But its been great playing with you.
One of Richard's shoes skids out from the Tardis. When did he lose that?
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=TURN ONE=
=CHARGE=
-20 / 50- The End (Pokefan'd, Tazz'd, +5 total)
/10 / 25/ da(t)a re(c)overy
+2 to Pokefan
=ACTION=
I create a special drone, which is designed to just fly out of reach of the Godmodder, while cloaked, and pester him by placing spiked wooden blocks in-front of his toes, causing massive toe-stubbage! If the Godmodder scans for one, a machine, located not too far from the tower instantly crafts another, and sends it his way!
And then, while the Godmodder is stubbing his toes left and right, I grab THE MATERIAL PLANE and fire AERODYNAMIC PAPER TRIANGLES at him, giving him insane amounts of paper cuts! I then fire a pulse of lemon juice from THE MATERIAL PLANE, and the juice gets into his cuts and causes him massive pain!
I then grab the CHAIRSLAYER and fire a generic burst of splinters towards him, puncturing his hands, giving him SERIOUS CASES OF SPLINTERS. I then switch the ARMISTYX to ROBOTIC HAMMER SCYTHE MODE and pound those splinters into his body! To end it all, I then grab a fresh bottle of Jarate, and fling it towards Richard!
=COMMAND=
>Garen: Judgement continues on Tingle!
>Abathur: Spawn like crazy numbers of locusts! (Locust.entity: Attack Tingle!)
>Symbiote(Alsmiffy): Use Stab on Tingle!
>Symbiote(Garen): Use Stab on Tingle!
The TARDIS's firing squad finishes up the rain of devastation.
Eric is waiting for Wilson, and Deimos is laughing out loud at Wilson's distraction, and Sanford is laughing visibly as well. Hank nods appreciatively, and Eric laughs as he hauls Wilson aboard (presumably followed by Astria)
Well done Wilson! Well done!
The TARDIS turns to full shielding. Anyone who comes aboard is safe, whatever comes next, it might not be conducive to people's heath.
Coincidentally, this means that if the godmodder attempts to hit Wilson in revenge, he's going to get a face-full of every single weapon and shield in the main room of the TARDIS, and considering that he's in the middle of a duel with Notch, that probably wouldn't be very good for his health.
Anyone that decides to jump in can state that they do it as soon as things get too hot to handle, and thus not risk any of their attacks, at the risk of twin killing them if Godcraft explodes when we finish off the godmodder if he decides that their character can't make it in time.
I don't think he will, but you know, just in case.
I throw Tingle at the Godmodder when he is actively swinging the Banhammer. This sufficiently distracts him enough for Notch to get a few good whacks in.
I then open a Fenestrated Blade Portal to The Plane Consisting Entirely Of Predatory Undefeatable Tubas, and drop the Godmodder in.
The Godmodder pops back into existence to find himself in a Tuba.
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Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
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Proof: I think he finally cracked
Tingle erupts into a rage, and goes all hulk on me...
OW
OW
OW
STOP IT
THAT HURTS
OW
OW
OW
He proceeds to attack the nearest thing, which happens to be me... again
OUCH
OUCH
OUCH
HELP ME
PLEASE
OUCH
Unfortunately everyone formerly attacking Tingle just watch and laugh.
Tingle: Ahem... Don't call me a wimp
ME: Next time your angry there's a tree right over there you can take it out on
SLAMS PROOF
Nevermind, just ignore me...
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I grab the Godmodder's hand and shove it into a Nether portal. The hand connected with a Zombie Pigman, and pretty soon the entire Pigman army is on him. While he attempts to smite the hordes of pigmen, I rush up behinf him holding a Gooey Bomb from SSB, and stick it up his-
REDACTED
Next thing I know, every soccer mom in the world is on me for even implying such antics. Of course, I simply blame GamerGate* for all my problems and the rest of the Internet is on my heels. I then heel kick the Godmodder, hitting him with the force of the entire Internet. A flame war starts on his forearm, followed by a troll post on his calf, and the next thing you know he is drowned by the sheer power of INTERNETZ.
I flick him just for good measure. With a genade. And I use the missing R to REDACT him.
*DISCLAIMER: TehEpicNinja9001 has nothing to do with the GamerGate debate and has not taken a side. It was just a funny reference.
The Godmodder uses /killall to get rid of the Zombie Pigmen, and counters the Gooey Bomb by stating that Minecraft avatars don't have REDACTEDs!
I set up an S.E.P. Field Generator to obscure both Notch AND the AGs, Ns, and Divinium Pillar which of course doesn't prevent anyone inside from noticing anything else inside.)
I pick up a violin.
>Netpatham: Exit S.E.P. Field, play C418: Sweden scored for solo violin.
>All: Be in awe.
>Notch: Not notice any of this, unfortunately, because earplugs. I'll send him the recording after this assuming we make it out alive.
>Netpatham: Re-enter S.E.P. Field because getting murderized is not on my to-do-list nor will it be.
In fact, I hack into the Godmodder's planner app and add an item that says "Get Brutally Murderized: Now Until The End Of Your Lifespan." in every time interval.
The S.E.P. Field Generator doesn't obscure itself, so the Godmodder destroys it and prevents the entire attack from working!
My supposedly being impressed by net is a complete fabrication and I will not stand for it.
Skaia's Bow 35/40
Insanity Quiver 12/50
Ultimate Skulltop 35/50
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 3/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 1/5
Roleplay Slayer's Halberd && Old Man Henderson Essence = Roleplay Derailer's Halberd 10/11
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-10, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
I point out that the Godmodder might not be wearing socks. He must go on a quest for socks, and prepares for a horrible multipart quest. I then point out that this is very much not my style. At all. The godmodder realizes that this was in fact my specialty: refrances. I then shove the Godmodder into a car and drive it into the ocean. He attempts to escape, but he accidentally lands in a clam, to his dismay.
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program (Level 4: 1/5)
The Godmodder decides to check and see if he's wearing socks before he prepares for the quest. He is.
I attempt to distract the Goddmodder using every resource at my disposal
{Ok, so do I get to use this helpfully in this fight, or not? If not, can I use it later? If later, PM me and let's talk.}
The Anachron flickers slightly for a moment, then abruptly regains some of the velocity it equally suddenly lost upon touching the atmosphere, modified to carry it sideways several thousand kilometers to the Godmodder's Tower in the space of twelve seconds before whatever power it's using as brakes takes hold again, HALTing it instantly.
50/50 Expended! \/ {Also, just to be clear, that Uberattack I did a while ago was one 10-charge shot from the RPLS-SH, combined with 20-charge to run the teleporter which ended its lifespan by detonating in a teraton fireball. I consider this standard-equivalent-yield.}
The huge vessel sits, engines down, at the edge of the atmosphere for a few seconds, then the rockets fire again, a brief pulse, five seconds at most. Annihilating white consumes everything within a thousand miles of the Tower, washing over the Godmodding-Enhanced structure like a waterfall of light, then ends. A most unusual experience, for those protected by anti-teamkill plugins or raw Godmodding, to stand within fire like the death of a star, untouched. For those not so shielded, there is nothing to experience, just a spark in the sky, then nothing, death moving at the speed of light. Anachron jumps out of the atmosphere, then HALTs again, concentric circles of flame burning the world below as it hovers a thousand kilometers above the outermost wisps of now-burning gas.
The vessel waits for the flames to die, then releases a single shuttle, a heavy cruiser, which sails down to land atop the Tower before dropping a little dark shape, one of H3's Avatars. The smooth-black shape lands on Adminium hands and knees, stands, speaks to its creators in the now-strangely-smooth voice of the almost-soul inhabiting it;
{Oddly, fonts only work when I also use a color, and then only the font remains. Colors just don't work. What the hell. Oh, nevermind, fonts just don't work. FML. It's late, I'm not trying to fix this now.}
H3; "You both should be aware that, having done this I will leave and not return. I have no stake in this war, having exhausted what I will need to."
Amp; "You should know that wasn't a surprise. You're even crazier than we are."
Zand; "Consider all the failsafes gone, regardless. Your take on good and evil should be interesting to watch, on the multiversal scale."
H3; "Other than those final few codes I'm not capable of remembering to know about for more than a few seconds at a time, I assume. ...What did I just say?"
Amp; "Nothin' worth anythin'."
Zand; "Thank you for your time."
{Mostly relevant stuff ahead! At least to Erelye and Gutza.}
The Avatar looks to Engineer Lothyra and Lord-Archmage Erelye next, handing each of them a simple Bag of Holding, woven from the same tough gray fiber of no recognizable material as most cloth from Anachron.
"For the Archmage Erelye, a library-console containing the sum of arcane, thaumotechnical, anomalous-research, and eldritch knowledge accumulated by Amperzand in his travels, suitably redacted to avoid unpardonable degrees of threat to us, a large crate containing all but one of the Ichorium Drills loaned to me, a pallet of various things, presumably of use to him, a general-purpose infinite-range transceiver, to allow contacting the Anachron or any vessel of its creation, and an entire cryogenics and genomic research suite, containing five thousand Vetasian Elves on ice, to be awakened at his discretion. For the Engineer Lothyra, a library-console containing the sum of mechanical, nuclear, biological, and anomalous-research data accumulated by Amperzand in his travels, again suitably redacted, another transceiver, a pallet of useful objects, and another, identical cryogenics and genomic suite, again containing five thousand Vetasian Elves. Thank you for your time."
"As for my creators, I leave the heavy cruiser above, currently undergoing retrofit by alchemy, to their discretion."
The humanoid machine walks to the ongoing scuffle with the Godmodder, points at him,
"And to you, the Godmodder Richard, I give all but ten percent of my heavy-weapons capacity, in the form of an all-out attack. I hope you will understand that this assault has no personal implications and communicates no enmity between us. If you have any grievances after the fact, feel free to contact us at 1-989-878-4728-03015. Be aware that attempts to hack into the server address given will be met with an instantaneous Class-6 strike on the perpetrator's current true physical form, and the only useable wavelength cannot allow obfustication of the sender's location."
50/50 Expended! \/
The halves of my split load themselves into their vessel and leave the atmosphere, since friendly-fire laws don't apply to your own orbital superweapons.
The Avatar android stands near the Godmodder, teleporting to maintain the same distance and to avoid attacks, constantly sending its current coordinates to Anachron.
And then the Third Manufactory opens fire. The first weapons to reach the ground are lasers, the sky boiling as perfectly-linear lines of light less than a millimeter across strike the Godmodder, then particle cannons, a few billionths of a second later, the beams wider, a few meters across, for particle cannons work differently. Then, still within fractions of a second, hyperkinetic slugs begin to fall by the hundreds, torch missiles following closely after, bombarding the area with yields in excess of those required to boil away distant oceans. Antimatter, nuclear, anomalous, chemical, kinetic-kill, high-explosive, all the myriad flavors of death-from-the-sky, falling as fast as raindrops in a monsoon. The bombardment goes on, for seconds, then nearly a minute, increasingly inaccurate as the detonations begin to foul up firing solutions, an entire Face of the Hexahedral World burning, atmosphere and earth seared to vapor and the ruin spreading over the edges as missiles and beams, slugs and worse things still, flares flickering in frequencies that induce a feeding frenzy in the Horrors of the Outer Ring, fall and fall and fall, weaponry blocking out the sun, even were it still visible against the fire bursting against the earth.
10/10 Ammo Charge Expended! \/
Abruptly, the bombardment stops. Rubble might have begun to fall from the sky, were dirt and rock and air and metal not all equally burned, vaporized, indistinguishable parts of the ionized firestorm that was once the planet's skin of earth and gas.
Then, in a flickering moment of ruin, the RPLS-SH's penultimate slug lands, hitting the Godmodder dead on by the will of a certain newborn god, the projectile hitting him, hurting him perhaps, through his armor stronger than most Elder Things, and blowing apart into a circular wave of heavy particles moving at very nearly the speed of light, washing over the planet's Face in an instant, then gone, having carried away what remained of the atmosphere with it, leaving one-sixth of the world empty of everything, hard vacuum sucking the last atoms of air from the cracks in Bedrock's surface.
50/50 Expended! \/
Then, rather than re-open bombardment, a hail of little black objects sail away from their large black home on tails of fire, heading inwards, towards the Sun, there to spark in its heart the wave of obliteration that, perhaps two months from now, will cleanse the System and everything within about ten or twenty light-years of everything solid, by means of supernova.
{I consider this to make sense because I'm exploiting the Sun's power, rather than generating it all myself. With Magical Sufficiently Advanced Black Boxes, it's not even that hard. Besides, in two months, this game should be over, or something's wrong.}
50/50 Expended! \/
Then the Anachron opens up with heavy-duty warheads. Whereas the ones before were weapons capable of burning large countries, these are true world-breakers, yottaton-yield missiles larger than skyscrapers, blasts enough to put three Death Stars to shame, hitting every Face of the world with bursts of light. Nothing more, nothing less. Just light, though, at times, light at very odd frequencies. Technologies from worlds given eternities to consider the best ways to kill en-mass, very, very heavy little dark spheres of complex machinery sitting at the head of all the fuel required for even an antimatter-fueled torch engine large enough to move New Zealand to carry their absurdly dense masses out of orbit and to a target. Obliterating light. Every warhead a flash bright enough to be seen from Andromeda, bright enough to shine through bedrock and light up the shields of the vessel that fired them into blue fury with the effort of saving the ship.
At one point during the seemingly endless steady bombardment, thirty warheads a minute without fail as lesser weapons, their expendable ammunition nearly gone, peck at the gaps between the waves of hellfire, the fabric of reality weakens enough to allow some terrible thing to come out of the void, an ancient and prophesied thing, destined to orchestrate the End. A dark thing huger than continents, madness flickering off it in waves, tearing out of a black rent in reality directly atop the Godmodder even as its sheer, immutable hatred alone consumes the latest volley of warheads.
50/50 A/E-IC Supercharged Ammunition Expended! \/
For a few moments, the ancient horror stretches out across the world, seeking the threads to tear, finding the fading imprints of so many of its kin that died in this war. Then, unbelievably close, one truly akin to it, newborn soul still echoing with its birthing screams. An alien being sitting in a shell of dark metal barely a thousand miles above its head. The elder reaches out to the child, surely such a being will prove a great ally, tendrils of mind slicing the vacuum. Then, for a single moment, the ancient terror, a being without fear or worry, knows horror, knows something even it finds abominable. An instant later, the great metal cylinder mounted so asymmetrically astride Anachron, still glowing with the heat of its last shot, fires one last time. A lance of madness and chaos, the sword of Typhon itself, surely, an almost tiny speck of intensely real mass bending the world around it to carry a torn fragment of a newborn creature's soul, flaring a twisted path through spacetime even as its own sheer reality tears that which should be mundane. The Infused slug burns a hole through the Elder's innermost heart and so finds a path to the soul, burning it away entire before carrying through and unleashing the combined fury of a new thing's birth and an ancient one's death in a final cataclysmic flash.
Voices in a infinity of tongues, ghost-memories of bedrock shattered and something coming from below, a trillion tons of a dead Abomination's flesh, searing to steam as fast as the blast can burn it, falling from the sky to smother everything in evil giblets, madness tearing at the heartiest of souls.
>H3-TAC: ASCEND TO GODHOOD OUT OF PERVERSITY.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: EXAMINE THE INFINITY OF CREATION WITH CONFUSED ADMIRATION.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: INSTANTLY GO MAD FROM THE REVELATION.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: MAINTAIN SANITY BY SHEER COMPUTERIZED STUBBORNNESS.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: EXPLORE THE REACHES OF NEWFOUND POWER.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: IMMEDIATELY BECOME INSANE FROM THE POWER AND TRY TO TAKE ON GODCRAFT ALONE.
>GODHEAD H3-TAC: NO, THAT'S STUPID, WHY WOULD I DO THAT.
>I CAN'T POSSIBLY SURVIVE MORE THAN THREE SECONDS AGAINST THIS LOT.
>SCREW ALL Y'ALL, I'M OUT.
>CAN'T CATCH ME, I'M THE COMPUTRONIUM GOD OF ELDRITCH HORRORS.
Even as the shattered ruins of the RPLS-SH, destroyed by that last shot, rain down on the planet below, the huge circle around Anachron, the Alcubierre-Tesserae Drive-Ring, flashes into physics-bending brightness, forms a bubble of spacetime, and tears the entire assembly free from reality for a long trip though the Void at ludicrous speed towards the port of Not Here.
Planet rendered unable to support life!
Apocalypic eldritch horror killed!
Ludicrous damages dealt to all the things!
Computer made into a god!
Ship evacuated!
Sun doomed to go supernova!
All players killed! (Or rather, all NPCs killed. None of you guys, but everyone else.) One-sixth of GodCraft destroyed! Tower severely damaged! Godmodder sufficiently distracted! Everything from this point on is plain overkill! Everyone stops in awe, just staring at the world-ending magnificence of the attack...
After it's all over, the Godmodder only says one thing.
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (4/10)
Action (If I am dead, I respawn.)
I counter the Godmodder's counter to the 1337 H4x0rz attack with this: The Godmodder messed with the 1337 H4x0rs, not the 1337 H4x0rz! The 1337 H4x0rz continue to attack him.
The Godmodder rolls his eyes and simply removes all the meme formatting from the 1337 Hax0rz text, turning them into elite hackers. The Godmodder's anti-hack plugins eviscerate them instantly.
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...
The Godmodder creates a Projectile Scrambler and places it in front of him! All of the projectiles the TARDIS spits out are funneled into it and then are spit out in all directions (that aren't the Godmodder)! The cloud of bullets grows so intense that no one on the TARDIS can see anything, and are helpless as an absolutely giant cloud of Weeping Angels suddenly tear into the shields of the TARDIS, severely damaging its shields! They managed to sneak by everyone since everyone on GodCraft is dead and are in the process of respawning.
The attack is so powerful that it somehow breaks through the no-TIE Fighters rule and the Godmodder can only run and hide from the pun-based onslaught!
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
After the slice of reality hits the Godmodder and Notch prepares to attack, the Godmodder temporarily melts both of Notch's arms and looks at you. His eyes burn a brilliant blue.
GODMODDER: Hah. Will do.
After the Godmodder says that, the light vanishes from his eyes. He shakes his head and looks around, confused.
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.
The Godmodder frantically tries to think of a way to escape this, and then flies out of the Tower, goading the bullets onwards, eventually reaching the Moon. The bullets end up in the same chronal lock as the other cloud of bullets, the one which completely dominates the Far Side of the Moon... The Godmodder returns to the surface shortly afterwards.
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!
:0 The Godmodder triumphantly awaits the end of this thrilling saga...
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
+10,000 HP to Wilson!
Fluorite Octet && Azure Essence = Marine Decad (Level 10: 1/11)
Robin Hood && Health Absorber && Medigun && Azure Essence = The Giver (Level 10: 1/11)
*Snipped due to post-too-long error. I read it all though!*
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.
All players killed, again! Spawn point completely leveled if it wasn't already! Not only is the Godmodder stunned by the sheer orbital power of the attack, it looks like EVERYONE is!
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.
ROLEPLAY DERAILER'S HALBERD: A heavily upgraded version of the Roleplay Slayer's Halberd whose edge has been honed to a metaphysical point, powerful enough to cut through the roleplay and plotlines of others in a single strike.
The Godmodder is fairly demoralized by your rant, but quickly realizes the majority of its power is stemming from the Halberd and shrugs it off, not letting a simple weapon bring him down!
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.
The Godmodder notices a feeling that feels like bees stinging him. He shrugs.
4,000 damage to Tingle!
NIGHT EDGE: A jet-black sword with steel colored as deep as the night sky.
One-Dollar Bill ~~~ Loom = Providence's Topper
You can't alchemize this...
Wait, you were alchemizing Indigo Flames using that code? Okay. Indigo Flames = (Level 3: 2/4)
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.
+3 HP!
You attempt to speak, but you find that your mouth has been sewn shut by the Godmodder, who has casted /mute on you! And just in case there's an equivalent of the spell that's activated through thought, the Godmodder makes it so you can't use that as well!
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.))
TESSERACT MANIFOLD: A powerful intake manifold that runs on the energy of the fourth dimension. It allows the vehicle it is hooked up to make periodic short hops at a right angle in spacetime, directly into the fourth dimension. This uses up a lot of power though, so it can only be used sparingly.
Nanogel Rifle && Plasma Heater && Nanobattery Pack && Air Canister && Magstone Wires && Computer = The Magnetic Anomaly (Level 8: 1/9)
The Godmodder steals all the luck from your roll...
1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1
You shrink to the size of a button, and the Godmodder crushes you, dealing 15 damage.
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.
CORRUPTED FIRE: Strange pixellated flames that flicker and flash with the power of corruptioas! with t%@$ wer of corrw$rofcon. They harness the powers of the all-consuming Glitch and dream demons. Anything alchemized with them could potentially utilize the abilities of both of these.
The Godmodder uses Notch as a human shield, his divine creativity counteracting all of the oblivion energies you throw at him, and then chucks Notch right at the Laser Nerfers! Since you don't want to fire at Notch, the Laser Nerfers cannot fire! The Godmodder teleports out of the range of the Divine Gate's attacks, completely bypassing them!
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.
The Godmodder places a pressure plate at where he steps next, erasing the entire portion of the floor where him and Notch are fighting! The Godmodder has enough foresight to fly. You and Notch do not, although you quickly realize that you should and do so. Hey, at least he didn't slip on some ice!
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?
The Godmodder is thoroughly distracted, and watches as Notch cleaves right through him once more! The prickling sensation persists...
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.
FENESTRATED POINT: A very odd version of the Fenestrated Wand that has a handle and a cone-like point that has been sharpened so much that it seemingly cuts through the very air. It retains the fenestrated powers of the original Wand.
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.
The Godmodder takes out some popcorn and watches the whole thing with reverence. He enjoyed it greatly, but it served as a more than adequate distraction. Notch takes the opportunity.
{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 Godmodder waves his hand and the flares and assault jazz end up aiming themselves through the ceiling.
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (6/10)
Action (If I am dead, I respawn.)
I am so out of ideas.
COBALT'S QUESTGIVER: A heavily modified Blotspitter that has a cobalt sheen to it. Using a built-in typewriting system, it can create a large number of quests in seconds and bring them to reality using DNA from Cobalt himself. They can be promptly given to others, who must carry them out or face... Eh, I don't know. Some kind of punishment. Actually completing the entire quest will be a far worse one, though...
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 5/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 3/?
Capricorn Pin && Psionic Program = Purple Psionic Program 1/?
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-13, 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.
In response to Richard:
"Yeah. I would consider that insignificant. Lets see... the Vord... threatened everything... Scratch... threatened everything... Dimentio... threatened everything... you... threatened 30 million. Which one is the odd one out? And I actually dislike that you've been so insignificant compared to them. Yes, I take pity on you. Poor thing. It seems common for side plots to have their ramifications inflated. I don't really care for any of that. So, as much as you hate it, I've actually enjoyed fighting you. And for some verrryyyy strange reason, I don't feel all that threatened by your remarks. It can't possibly because you made the same kinds of claims before ascending to god like status and then getting bopped by Scratch. Don't mind me, I have to leave for a moment to lead these two love birds away to safety."
"Alex! Ash! Don't worry, the floor is cleared. Lets get out of here and have some pizza."
I calmly lead the phoenixes down the tower and out of sight.
"That was probably a C-, to be honest. Not enough combos."
I'm going to be really upset if entities end up being useful.
Nectar Cake +1
Bottled Foxfire (the holy white electric flame Laiko used) &&& gold nugget &&& Hosi-No-Tama Shard &&& black opal = Bottle Hosi Fire 7/10 A little late...
Potion of Scratch +1
Made... Minecraft? This land? So he's... you know what, forget it. Now's not the time. I suppose now is when I leave this land behind. I did my best here, and that's all I can ask of myself. ... Actually... Let me do one last thing to leave my mark on this dying world...
The 50/50 post charge that was going to save Wilson SPENT ON SOMETHING ELSE
Hey! Godmodder guy! Remember me? Your local friendly fox! Its okay if you don't. I was so different back then. I've grown and changed so much. I used to be a scared little kit hiding in my store, where it was safe. I thought going up and talking to you was neigh-suicidal, but look at me now! Maybe I just became a lot stupider. That's a possibility. But I don't think its the case. If it was, I wouldn't be able to do this. As my final action on this land, I will show you... no... I'll show everyone how much I've grown!
Wilson walks slowly over towards Richard with his head held high. His one tail splits and unfurls into the traditional nine, using a 50 post charge in place of a state of -100. As he walks, dozens of other foxes show up, all of them look exactly the same as Wilson. They must be illusions, but its impossible to tell them from the real thing. Even thermal vision reads them as being one and the same. With a blinding flash of light, Wilson suddenly dashes into the crowd of illusions. When anyone can see again, no one can tell which is the real Wilson. They surround the Godmodder and envelop the outer perimeter in shadows. Gleefully, one of them shouts,
Foxpile!!
One at a time but in quick succession, all the foxes leap at Richard from every direction. Most of them pass strait through him before fleeing into the outer shadows. Richard tries to swat away the illusions, but they just pass through any attack he makes. And as he's doing that, he suddenly feels Wilson land on the back of his head and ruffle his hair. Richard swings around to try and bat Wilson off, but he's already gone. After a few more seconds of being pelted with fox illusions, one of them stands in front of Richard and says,
Okay, that was great fun. Especially your hair. That was great; it looks stupid now. What should I do next?
When Richard lunges forward at this one, it suddenly darts between his legs, forcing Richard to turn around and run after it. He only gets a few steps before he trips over the real Wilson. The illusion runs off into the shadows and Wilson runs around to Richard's back and tears off some of his cape and fashions it into a blindfold and drapes that over Richard's eyes. It only takes him a second or two to realize what happened and rip off the blindfold, but in that time, the entire area has changed. In place of the tower's inside, is a large room designed to be an artificial plains biome. Wilson is standing at the bottom of a colossal, obviously fake tree stump.
I started here, in this fake land of peace and isolation. But, I'm not here to give my life story. I can't keep this up for that long.
Richard walks forward and kicks Wilson, who suddenly disappears in a flash of light. A few moments later, Wilson pokes his head up out of some nearby bushes.
Its annoying when other people have decoys, huh? But sheesh, why all the violence? I haven't done anything to you. Well, I have. But all that was in good humor. Can't you take a prank sometimes? But anyway... I always thought an illusionary bush was the best place to talk to you from, so I lets activate serious mode for a while. I would have never been able to do this back when I first spoke to you. For one, I wasn't a Kitsune. And I was way too quiet and depressed all the time to actually have some fun. I sure have grown. But I still remember those words you said to me. You see the world as black and white. I used to as well. But then I got some friends. You should try them, they're great. Might help you loosen up a little. But you wouldn't do that. You never change. I actually pity you, really. You're stuck in your way of thinking. I sure hope you'll learn to actually enjoy life, because you don't seem to even enjoy this "godmodding" or whatever. Its sad when even your very name brings you nothing but anger and rage. I feel sorry for you. Well, that's all I really have to say. I'm not the smartest guy around, but sometimes I get some profound words in. Being able to have fun is so great.
When Richard approaches the bush, both it and Wilson suddenly dissolve and explodes into tubas. Then he suddenly feels a weight on his head and Wilson says from above him,
I'll cut this out. Find a hobby or something that you like. Maybe stamps.
All at once, the illusionary world fades around Richard and Wilson pours a potion of Chills down his back before sliding down and running off into the Tardis. All Richard sees is the flash of Wilson's tail turning the corner. Then, from inside the Tardis, comes his voice one last time,
Oh, you'll probably want this back. Sorry, but I couldn't resist. But its been great playing with you.
One of Richard's shoes skids out from the Tardis. When did he lose that?
GODMODDER: Yes, I know that those few had their sights set on higher goals. But bear in mind that two of those were brought upon by an overzealous destroyer who used to attempt to take over the plot on a regular basis. GODMODDER: And besides, destroying all of reality isn't my job. It never was. My job is to make everyone ragequit, and so far, all of you are the only people who haven't. GODMODDER: Well. ALMOST all of you.
He grins wickedly at you, staring through your avatar and looking at the man behind the screen.
GODMODDER: You can say whatever you want about me. Powerful forces have indeed come here. Forces none of us can control. Not even me. GODMODDER: But let's face facts. I AM significant. GODMODDER: I am the reason all of you are here in the first place. ME. Not the Vord, not Scratch, certainly not Dimentio. GODMODDER: They wouldn't have even risen to significance if I wasn't here for them to fight over. GODMODDER: I am the catalyst behind this entire war. I am the reason why all of you are fighting. GODMODDER: And you can't change that.
Asharon, Alexiron, and Wilson all leave! The Godmodder looks at Wilson profoundly.
GODMODDER: He's really grown a lot since the beginning. Heh. I can respect that.
I create a special drone, which is designed to just fly out of reach of the Godmodder, while cloaked, and pester him by placing spiked wooden blocks in-front of his toes, causing massive toe-stubbage! If the Godmodder scans for one, a machine, located not too far from the tower instantly crafts another, and sends it his way!
And then, while the Godmodder is stubbing his toes left and right, I grab THE MATERIAL PLANE and fire AERODYNAMIC PAPER TRIANGLES at him, giving him insane amounts of paper cuts! I then fire a pulse of lemon juice from THE MATERIAL PLANE, and the juice gets into his cuts and causes him massive pain!
I then grab the CHAIRSLAYER and fire a generic burst of splinters towards him, puncturing his hands, giving him SERIOUS CASES OF SPLINTERS. I then switch the ARMISTYX to ROBOTIC HAMMER SCYTHE MODE and pound those splinters into his body! To end it all, I then grab a fresh bottle of Jarate, and fling it towards Richard!
=COMMAND=
>Garen: Judgement continues on Tingle!
>Abathur: Spawn like crazy numbers of locusts! (Locust.entity: Attack Tingle!)
>Symbiote(Alsmiffy): Use Stab on Tingle!
>Symbiote(Garen): Use Stab on Tingle!
The Godmodder breaks all of the blocks with an axe, and then enchants an axe to break all spiked wooden blocks it encounters, rendering the drone moot! The Godmodder then quickly activates Morph Ball mode on his armor, turning him into a sphere of solid armor! The paper cuts and splinters become meaningless, as does the Jarate! He uncovers himself when the attack is over.
The TARDIS's firing squad finishes up the rain of devastation.
Eric is waiting for Wilson, and Deimos is laughing out loud at Wilson's distraction, and Sanford is laughing visibly as well. Hank nods appreciatively, and Eric laughs as he hauls Wilson aboard (presumably followed by Astria)
Well done Wilson! Well done!
The TARDIS turns to full shielding. Anyone who comes aboard is safe, whatever comes next, it might not be conducive to people's heath.
Coincidentally, this means that if the godmodder attempts to hit Wilson in revenge, he's going to get a face-full of every single weapon and shield in the main room of the TARDIS, and considering that he's in the middle of a duel with Notch, that probably wouldn't be very good for his health.
Anyone that decides to jump in can state that they do it as soon as things get too hot to handle, and thus not risk any of their attacks, at the risk of twin killing them if Godcraft explodes when we finish off the godmodder if he decides that their character can't make it in time.
I don't think he will, but you know, just in case.
I throw Tingle at the Godmodder when he is actively swinging the Banhammer. This sufficiently distracts him enough for Notch to get a few good whacks in.
I then open a Fenestrated Blade Portal to The Plane Consisting Entirely Of Predatory Undefeatable Tubas, and drop the Godmodder in.
The Godmodder pops back into existence to find himself in a Tuba.
Tingle bites your arm when you attempt to throw him. Your arm falls off. 4 damage to you!
Crossover Attack!! 48/50 (+2 from Irecreeper)
...really? 20/20 Completed! Expending...
+2 to Irecreeper
Konami Code Activator 6/6 Completed!
Okay, so I had this really funny idea for an attack, but it wouldn't distract the Godmodder at all or be even relatively creative, so I'll rename this to... 'Sugar Rush.'
First, a lollipop appears in front of the Godmodder and I. I eat the lollipop and become HYPER RAINBOW Pokefan! The Godmodder, thinking he will get powered up too, eats the other lollipop, which contains poison! I use my magical hyper rainbow powers, and fire a beam of pure color energy at the Godmodder!
KONAMI CODE ACTIVATOR: A device that will input the Konami Code wherever, and activate whatever hidden effect the Konami Code has in said area.
Tingle erupts into a rage, and goes all hulk on me...
OW
OW
OW
STOP IT
THAT HURTS
OW
OW
OW
He proceeds to attack the nearest thing, which happens to be me... again
OUCH
OUCH
OUCH
HELP ME
PLEASE
OUCH
Unfortunately everyone formerly attacking Tingle just watch and laugh.
Tingle: Ahem... Don't call me a wimp
ME: Next time your angry there's a tree right over there you can take it out on
SLAMS PROOF
Nevermind, just ignore me...
8 damage to you!
The Godmodder stands, prepared to fight Notch once again! But, he doesn't move... He twitches once, and then falls flat on the floor. It looks like the strain of holding back ten or so attacks that actually had a chance of damaging him under normal conditions while simultaneously dueling God has finally caught up with him, as he doesn't seem to have much energy left. Notch walks towards the Godmodder and stares at him.
NOTCH: Looks like I won.
The Godmodder spits at Notch.
GODMODDER: That's a load of crap and you know it. They did all the work. NOTCH: They've always done all the work. I figured it was time for some divine intervention.
GODMODDER: Oh come on. That was weak. You can do better than that.
Notch picks up the Divine Hammer and walks over to the Key, his cape swishing as he does so. He turns to look at the Godmodder for the last time.
NOTCH: Yeah, I could have done better than this. NOTCH: But you just have to play with the cards you've been dealt. NOTCH: And now you're about to know what that means firsthand.
Notch swings the hammer upwards, and, in a single resounding strike, shatters the Pillar into hundreds of tiny pieces that cascade onto the floor like rain. The Key that was inside is now free, and although it visually resembles a glorified USB stick, it is anything but. Green energy swirls around the Key, energy with the power to reshape an entire universe. Notch stores the hammer in his inventory and beckons all of you closer to him. All of you (not your entities) form a ring around the Key. Notch speaks.
NOTCH: I trust that you all have found one of my Discs.
Split sighs from the far end of the room and throws the Disc of Mojang like a frisbee over to Notch. He catches it and examines it, flipping it over. Its surface is pristine, and Notch finds no scratches on its surface. He smiles and takes the Key with his other hand, green electricity arcing around the two.
NOTCH: Alright, prepare yourselves. The energy released from this should be quite massive. Stand back.
Notch slowly brings the Disc and the Key together. The Godmodder, shakily and uneasily, stands from his corner of the room and points at Notch and all of you, realizing with growing fear what is about to happen. He begins to yell with increasing volume.
GODMODDER: No... No! You, you can't do this! You can't! GODMODDER: I've spent years on this, YEARS! I did my job the best out of anyone! GODMODDER: Millions ragequitting simultaneously! You can't take this away from me... You...
The Disc and Key snap together and glow white. Rays of sun emanate from the two artifacts, slowly floating in the air. Notch looks at them, eyes wide, and throws his hammer through the wall. It creates a jagged hole more than large enough for everyone to pass through, and Notch jumps through, flying! He motions for everyone to join them, uttering one command.
NOTCH: Come on, run for it!
Everyone jumps out of the hole, Notch apparently creating a slide out of light for everyone to ride on. Using Console powers, Notch rolls back a single pillar of the Mesa biome that surrounded the tower: a single clifftop, a single hill. The only landmark left around on this face of the world. It's quite a ways off from the Tower, so when all of you and your entities land on it, the Tower is fairly far off in the distance. You can see a growing sphere of light at its summit. The sky and the clouds begin to glitch out, warping into code of green, occasionally disappearing entirely.
And then, the white light turns green, and everyone's computer screens are warped beyond recognition, lines of code flashing into existence and disappearing, strain being erased, space being rent, time being skipped around, everything and yet nothing happening simultaneously. For millions of people around the world, it is a miracle. The miracle of a new beginning.
19,571,261 computers simultaneously reset, even if there is no one to use them. They log back onto Minecraft nigh-instantaneously, wondering what in the world just happened besides a truly spectacular light show. Out of boredom, several decide to try to log out of GodCraft, as many frequently do every day.
Then they realize that they've actually logged out of the server.
No one speaks for ten seconds. Then thirty. Then a full minute.
And then, cries of elation. Joy. Pride. Sheer and unbridled happiness. The following surpasses all known forms of what an exit can be. It goes past excursion, past egress. Past abscond, past absquatulation. What occurred on GodCraft on that day was an exodus. An exodus of unmatched scale, of biblical proportions. Millions left the server at once, shouting insults at the Godmodder while simultaneously praising the Descendants as the heroes that they were always meant to be. And then just like that, in a matter of seconds, everyone is gone.
Everyone.
Not a soul remains.
Not a soul, that is, thirty-three Minecraft accounts. The thirty-one Descendants, Notch, and the Godmodder himself.
Notch sighs and looks at all of you, nodding. He then turns away from you all.
NOTCH: Thank you, heroes. Thank you for everything. Truly this is the Godmodder's weakness. The Monolith was right. NOTCH: To see his life's work ripped out from under him was very, very satisfying. Cathartic, really. NOTCH: Now I'll be off. Good luck. He still has one sliver of health left, you know.
Notch stands still, as if contemplating leaving. But then he chuckles, seemingly deciding not to.
NOTCH: You know what? I should stay. At least to watch the Tower fall.
Meanwhile, the entire Tower is shaking with unparalleled intensity. The roots of Yggdrasil have undergone a stunning revival, or rather, an awakening of sorts. They shine with golden power to match that of the gods, Mojang. They snake up through the final floors, having long-since passed the battleground of the Hellkite Dragons, the scorched earth of the Turrets, and the ejection of GodCraft's other servers. Now they converge at the top. The Godmodder looks around, rubble falling from the ceiling, large cracks appearing in the walls, the roots filling up the view that could be faintly seen through the glass of the Tower.
The Godmodder stares at his hands in horror.
GODMODDER: No... It can't be... I refuse to accept... Heh, maybe this is all some kind of sick joke... GODMODDER: No, no... It's actually gone... They killed it... They actually killed my virus... GODMODDER: They're all free now... The operation... My operation... GODMODDER: They're all free... But they have nowhere to go... Except straight to Him... GODMODDER: Those... no... I can't call them noobs... Those players... They have the power... GODMODDER: The Narrative shines on them...? Well... Time to... Remove the... light.
The Godmodder looks up and sees that blinding light is pouring through the chamber. The ceiling has caved in, the roots constricting the entire mass of the Tower and creating large swaths of light that shine radiantly. Extreme cracks begin to form around the Tower as it starts to disintegrate, its lowest floors collapsing. Soon the entire thing implodes, falling in on itself, and the Godmodder is weightless, helpless, watching as his world comes crashing down...
At his weakest point, the only thing the Godmodder can do is wait for the end. But the end is here.
The Roots lose all their power and crumble, as does the Tower, which is now several heaping pounds of rubble. And yet, the rubble starts to lift itself up in the air... All of the individual pieces of the Tower reform into a giant grey pillar that signifies the Trial as a whole. And then, by an unseen force, it is cut directly in half, both pieces slamming into the ground and cracking straight through bedrock, hurtling down into the Void.
And then, as Notch snaps his fingers, the Godmodder appears in front of you, shivering in pain, the lights of his left arm barely functioning, his eyes pinpricks. Reduced to a husk, he is helpless to watch as the fifth Trial is COMPLETE! The Godmodder is surrounded by an inferno of blue light, and everyone steps back to watch as the Godmodder shoots into the sky, trailing smoke and fire, reduced to a dot against the sun... Notch rollbacks a series of pillars, and all of you hop onto various ones, watching the Godmodder crash straight through the one where all of you just stood! The pillar crumbles into bits, with the Godmodder lying at the bottom...
...Knocked down to 1 HP.
Faster than all of you can react, a hand claws up to the pillar Notch is standing on. The Godmodder has somehow recovered, his breathing haggard, his stance twisted, his eyes murderous. The Godmodder lets out an all-encompassing shriek that causes the entire planet to tremble, which doesn't mean that much in its weakened state.
GODMODDER: NO! NO! NO! NO! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! YOU ALL HAVE THE GALL TO JUST - TO JUST... GODMODDER: COMPLETELY ERASE EVERYTHING THAT I'VE WORKED FOR! EVERYTHING! GODMODDER: DON'T YOU ALL GET IT? ALL I'VE DONE WAS MY JOB! MY *JOB!* EVERYONE'S GOTTA MAKE A LIVING SOMEHOW! GODMODDER: GODMODDING INC. TURNS RAGE INTO MONEY! *MONEY!* MAKING PEOPLE RAGEQUIT IS HOW I GET BY! GODMODDER: THERE'S NO WAY I CAN TOP THIS! THERE'S *NO WAY!* I CAN'T DO SOMETHING ON THIS MAGNITUDE AGAIN! GODMODDER: DO YOU *THINK* I WANT ANOTHER PROJECT BINARY, OR, OR, ANOTHER PROBECT PINARY OR SOMETHING??? GODMODDER: ANOTHER THING BUILT SPECIFICALLY TO TAKE ME OUT THAT ENDED UP ENDANGERING ALL OF REALITY???? GODMODDER: WHAT ENGIE AND ALPHA SAID WAS RIGHT! THERE'S MORE THAN THIS! MUCH, MUCH... Much... More.
The Godmodder seems to have gained his resolve back, despite primarlily consisting of intense flashing hues of red.
GODMODDER: But how could I pull it off...? There's no way I could... No. No don't you dare. Yes I know there's one way but you don't have to
The Godmodder howls in pain, golden fire spewing from his mouth. His body becomes heavily corrupted as the air around him is drawn into him, turning an intense cobalt color. The Godmodder stops, clutching his head. His eyes are now alternating from gold to cobalt to back.
GODMODDER: Oh yes, there is a way. It will be complicated, definitely... GODMODDER: But hey, we can pull it off. We've done it before. GODMODDER: Now let's go. There's something we need to take care of first. GODMODDER: Indeed, indeed.
And just like that, the Godmodder falls backwards off of the pillar. When you all turn to look, he's gone. Notch looks worried, but says nothing, until everyone approaches him awkwardly. He looks at you all helplessly.
NOTCH: I've done all I can here. I can help you no longer. NOTCH: Use this opportunity to prepare. Whatever Richard has planned will push you past your limits. NOTCH: He either goes big... or goes home. NOTCH: And he isn't backing down. NOTCH: But the Monolith said that he would be at his weakest point now. NOTCH: He might be strong physically, but he definitely isn't mentally. NOTCH: The best advice I can give you is to use this to your advantage somehow.
He tips his fedora.
NOTCH: Goodbye and good luck.
With a swish of his cape and a low chuckle, Notch leaves the server.
How to Play:
This is it. The final battle is almost here. Prepare in any way you can. As of right now, an official trade of Spoils of War has begun! I will allow all Spoils of War to be traded amongst everyone, barring the Deudly Magnum, Waluigi Thyme, Monolithium, and the Serpent's Fang. Everything else is fair game.
It looks like several entities have appeared as well. They appear to be beings of pure corruption and chaos, spawned from the Godmodder's twisted rage and sadness. Whatever special powers they may have seem to be obfuscated due to their corruption, and you'll have to find them out on their own. If any of you wanted to get some last-minute entity summons in, just use them now. This is the last time they'll have a use, and it'll really only last a couple of turns. (So if you pulled your entities out this turn, don't regret it.)
I need to finish up the Homestuck storypost and then start working on the post for Trial 6. This will take a while, so I have no way of telling you when the final battle will start. All I can tell you is to prepare, like I've already said.
I hope you all have enjoyed this game. Because now it's time to end it.
TheLordErelye: [AG] HP: 4/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 29/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 3/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Kajiulord: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 20/25. Has Super Armor.
babysphee: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Generator_of_Cubes: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 1/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Talist: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
OverlordXcano: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 40%.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 16/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage a turn.
PaperShuriken: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Pokefan151: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 18/20. Has Super Armor.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 15/20.
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 20/20.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
Chaos Incarnation: [???] HP: 43,000/75,000.
Pa'anuri Fragment: [H] Strength: IIIIIIIIII 67%. Loses 10% Strength a turn, can lose additional strength if someone uses teleports in an attack.
Split: [N] HP: 97,500/250,000. Weapon Mode: Rhythm Heaven. Achronological: II Record Break: II
Hand of Truth: [AG] HP: 1,846,000/2,000,000. Leaves after taking 200,000 damage. Current Form: Sign of True Victory. Golden Gesticulation: IIIII
Trottimus: [AG] HP: 80,000/80,000. Has a 35% dodge chance. Salvation: IIII Repentance: II
djh3max: [AG] HP: 53,500/80,000. Can regen +2,500 HP a turn. Law, Life, Death: IIII Reclamation: II
alsmiffy: [AG] HP: 52,000/80,000. Minicrits every other turn. Cleansing: IIII Golden Justice: II Symbiote Shield: 10,000/10,000 HP.
I pull on the lead I attached to inpure's shovel and pull it back out. I then load a bunch of grist for Alchemization.
...Which gives me an idea.
Object-To-Grist Crockercorp Thing (Gristwidget) && Gloves.== Gristifying Gloves? (Preview, with an idea of what I want to get out of it....Wait I HAVE grist.)
Alchemization complete. If the prior thing with the shovel goes. If not...
If not, I +2 at whomever picks up my order first.
I then place the nearest new PG in a COMPLETELY FEATURELESS ROOM. Seriously. There are no features. Not even hidden ones. Not even double-hidden ones. No hidden features at all. Ever. Anywhere. Nothing. No overt features either. There totally aren't. Don't bother noclipping through the walls and ceiling surrounding the room because there's nothing there. Really. NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING*.
*except that if you think that there is something, there rapidly is that something, and it attempts to cause your death. So really that's NOTHING....yet. And because reverse psychology, the whatever-it-is is thinking about the possibility of something. Which happens. And tries to kill him, in a hilarious fashion. But then the Godmodder starts getting worried, and etc. etc. etc. etc., so I win by psychology! Wow this was a long note.
If and/or when the thing emerges, I have somehow acquired Bedrock and placed it such that it spawns within a cage of it.
I retroactively stand in awe of Amperzand's attack.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
Yo, babysphee, you mean the Godmodder, right? Say the Godmodder. I don't think you want to provoke either Build's ire, or the Narrative's ire, or The God-Emperor's (This being OOC Twin's) ire.
I pull out the Fenestrated Blade and watch what Alpha and Omega are doing, seeing if I can make heads or tails of the thing.
I make a note of Godcraft's IP address. I might just want to come back here for some peace and quiet after the end. Maybe see what the Alchemiter really can do, if I can get rid of some of these nerfs on it.
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Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
You just got (portmanteau of the guy who runs this forum game on Minecraft Forums' username's first half(or those guys who are simultaneously concieved in a single womb) and also those guys who snuck around in rebellion in feudal Japan(or their decidedly less sneaky and impressive modern-day copycats))'d!!!!
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 7/9)?
OK! OK! Ladies and gentlemen, this is it, apocalypse! But before we get to that point, we have one last thing to deal with..SPOIL TRADE. I will be overseeing this! I'm going to update this-with a nullpost, sorry in advance Twin-every time this updates. If all goes well, we will have re-arranged the artifacts as we need them to be. NOTHING here that contradicts the current spoils list by twin will do UNLESS you state it! In particular, if anything is in Italics, those spoils ARE NOT YOURS YET. You ABSOULTELY MUST say "I claim/take/will have/grab -insertSpoilHere-" to claim the spoil! Also, please make the trades official!
To be clear: Trades are things you are willing to barter away, but not just give away! Just so you know!
Ladies and gentlemen...Make your requests known, shuffle the sweet trophies of war, but most of all...GET READY FOR HELL ITSELF.
OPEN: Rapidfire Bow, Table Leg, Silver Eye, Kitsune Charm, Slime-Inator, Prism, Inferno Server, Black Matter Gun, Necro Smasher, Pale Valve.
The Hand of Truth will...Eh. Erelye, do you think you want the Hand and its followers to ascend now and just skip this bit, or do you want to do some damage to these random things?
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 6/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 4/?
Capricorn Pin && Psionic Program = Purple Psionic Program 2/?
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-13, 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.
Well Ire, let us now enact our originally agreed-upon trade, my Twitchy Staff for your Sacred Pool Balls.
I contemplate the excessive foreshadowing, and casually flick a copy of the Roleplay Derailer's Halberd off in Richard's general location, which I know due to my eyes seeing everything and being English. I then toss Ire the Staff and receive the Pool Balls, probably.
Alchemies
The Author's Artifact > Fine = Seventh Sin (7/11)
Deadly Quests || Cobalt's Testwriter = Cobalt's Questgiver (11/11)
Unicoder && NetHack Floppy Disk = Universal Roguelike (6/10)
Action (If I am dead, I respawn.)
I am so out of ideas.
Skaia's Bow 37/40
Insanity Quiver 16/50
Ultimate Skulltop 37/50
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 5/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 3/?
Capricorn Pin && Psionic Program = Purple Psionic Program 1/?
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-13, 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.
Why is the prevailing theme of every forum game the lack of creativity one one side's end?
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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Pfft. 'Cause people?
/null
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
49/50 and 23/50 +1 to Generic and Tazz.
In response to Richard:
"Yeah. I would consider that insignificant. Lets see... the Vord... threatened everything... Scratch... threatened everything... Dimentio... threatened everything... you... threatened 30 million. Which one is the odd one out? And I actually dislike that you've been so insignificant compared to them. Yes, I take pity on you. Poor thing. It seems common for side plots to have their ramifications inflated. I don't really care for any of that. So, as much as you hate it, I've actually enjoyed fighting you. And for some verrryyyy strange reason, I don't feel all that threatened by your remarks. It can't possibly because you made the same kinds of claims before ascending to god like status and then getting bopped by Scratch. Don't mind me, I have to leave for a moment to lead these two love birds away to safety."
"Alex! Ash! Don't worry, the floor is cleared. Lets get out of here and have some pizza."
I calmly lead the phoenixes down the tower and out of sight.
"That was probably a C-, to be honest. Not enough combos."
I'm going to be really upset if entities end up being useful.
The number in parentheses is the number of times you need to assist Wilson's charges in order to buy it. Once you buy it, you're free to duplicate it. Wilson will also accept IOUs or other alchemies in trade.
Current status: owner missing _ Total wealth = 436$ _ Wilson's charges A: 50/50 (SPENT), B: 26/50 (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)Nectar Cake +1
Bottled Foxfire (the holy white electric flame Laiko used) &&& gold nugget &&& Hosi-No-Tama Shard &&& black opal = Bottle Hosi Fire 7/10 A little late...
Potion of Scratch +1
Made... Minecraft? This land? So he's... you know what, forget it. Now's not the time. I suppose now is when I leave this land behind. I did my best here, and that's all I can ask of myself. ... Actually... Let me do one last thing to leave my mark on this dying world...
The 50/50 post charge that was going to save Wilson SPENT ON SOMETHING ELSE
Hey! Godmodder guy! Remember me? Your local friendly fox! Its okay if you don't. I was so different back then. I've grown and changed so much. I used to be a scared little kit hiding in my store, where it was safe. I thought going up and talking to you was neigh-suicidal, but look at me now! Maybe I just became a lot stupider. That's a possibility. But I don't think its the case. If it was, I wouldn't be able to do this. As my final action on this land, I will show you... no... I'll show everyone how much I've grown!
Wilson walks slowly over towards Richard with his head held high. His one tail splits and unfurls into the traditional nine, using a 50 post charge in place of a state of -100. As he walks, dozens of other foxes show up, all of them look exactly the same as Wilson. They must be illusions, but its impossible to tell them from the real thing. Even thermal vision reads them as being one and the same. With a blinding flash of light, Wilson suddenly dashes into the crowd of illusions. When anyone can see again, no one can tell which is the real Wilson. They surround the Godmodder and envelop the outer perimeter in shadows. Gleefully, one of them shouts,
Foxpile!!
One at a time but in quick succession, all the foxes leap at Richard from every direction. Most of them pass strait through him before fleeing into the outer shadows. Richard tries to swat away the illusions, but they just pass through any attack he makes. And as he's doing that, he suddenly feels Wilson land on the back of his head and ruffle his hair. Richard swings around to try and bat Wilson off, but he's already gone. After a few more seconds of being pelted with fox illusions, one of them stands in front of Richard and says,
Okay, that was great fun. Especially your hair. That was great; it looks stupid now. What should I do next?
When Richard lunges forward at this one, it suddenly darts between his legs, forcing Richard to turn around and run after it. He only gets a few steps before he trips over the real Wilson. The illusion runs off into the shadows and Wilson runs around to Richard's back and tears off some of his cape and fashions it into a blindfold and drapes that over Richard's eyes. It only takes him a second or two to realize what happened and rip off the blindfold, but in that time, the entire area has changed. In place of the tower's inside, is a large room designed to be an artificial plains biome. Wilson is standing at the bottom of a colossal, obviously fake tree stump.
I started here, in this fake land of peace and isolation. But, I'm not here to give my life story. I can't keep this up for that long.
Richard walks forward and kicks Wilson, who suddenly disappears in a flash of light. A few moments later, Wilson pokes his head up out of some nearby bushes.
Its annoying when other people have decoys, huh? But sheesh, why all the violence? I haven't done anything to you. Well, I have. But all that was in good humor. Can't you take a prank sometimes? But anyway... I always thought an illusionary bush was the best place to talk to you from, so I lets activate serious mode for a while. I would have never been able to do this back when I first spoke to you. For one, I wasn't a Kitsune. And I was way too quiet and depressed all the time to actually have some fun. I sure have grown. But I still remember those words you said to me. You see the world as black and white. I used to as well. But then I got some friends. You should try them, they're great. Might help you loosen up a little. But you wouldn't do that. You never change. I actually pity you, really. You're stuck in your way of thinking. I sure hope you'll learn to actually enjoy life, because you don't seem to even enjoy this "godmodding" or whatever. Its sad when even your very name brings you nothing but anger and rage. I feel sorry for you. Well, that's all I really have to say. I'm not the smartest guy around, but sometimes I get some profound words in. Being able to have fun is so great.
When Richard approaches the bush, both it and Wilson suddenly dissolve and explodes into tubas. Then he suddenly feels a weight on his head and Wilson says from above him,
I'll cut this out. Find a hobby or something that you like. Maybe stamps.
All at once, the illusionary world fades around Richard and Wilson pours a potion of Chills down his back before sliding down and running off into the Tardis. All Richard sees is the flash of Wilson's tail turning the corner. Then, from inside the Tardis, comes his voice one last time,
Oh, you'll probably want this back. Sorry, but I couldn't resist. But its been great playing with you.
One of Richard's shoes skids out from the Tardis. When did he lose that?
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
=TURN ONE=
=CHARGE=
-20 / 50- The End (Pokefan'd, Tazz'd, +5 total)
/10 / 25/ da(t)a re(c)overy
+2 to Pokefan
=ACTION=
I create a special drone, which is designed to just fly out of reach of the Godmodder, while cloaked, and pester him by placing spiked wooden blocks in-front of his toes, causing massive toe-stubbage! If the Godmodder scans for one, a machine, located not too far from the tower instantly crafts another, and sends it his way!
And then, while the Godmodder is stubbing his toes left and right, I grab THE MATERIAL PLANE and fire AERODYNAMIC PAPER TRIANGLES at him, giving him insane amounts of paper cuts! I then fire a pulse of lemon juice from THE MATERIAL PLANE, and the juice gets into his cuts and causes him massive pain!
I then grab the CHAIRSLAYER and fire a generic burst of splinters towards him, puncturing his hands, giving him SERIOUS CASES OF SPLINTERS. I then switch the ARMISTYX to ROBOTIC HAMMER SCYTHE MODE and pound those splinters into his body! To end it all, I then grab a fresh bottle of Jarate, and fling it towards Richard!
=COMMAND=
>Garen: Judgement continues on Tingle!
>Abathur: Spawn like crazy numbers of locusts! (Locust.entity: Attack Tingle!)
>Symbiote(Alsmiffy): Use Stab on Tingle!
>Symbiote(Garen): Use Stab on Tingle!
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
The TARDIS's firing squad finishes up the rain of devastation.
Eric is waiting for Wilson, and Deimos is laughing out loud at Wilson's distraction, and Sanford is laughing visibly as well. Hank nods appreciatively, and Eric laughs as he hauls Wilson aboard (presumably followed by Astria)
Well done Wilson! Well done!
The TARDIS turns to full shielding. Anyone who comes aboard is safe, whatever comes next, it might not be conducive to people's heath.
Coincidentally, this means that if the godmodder attempts to hit Wilson in revenge, he's going to get a face-full of every single weapon and shield in the main room of the TARDIS, and considering that he's in the middle of a duel with Notch, that probably wouldn't be very good for his health.
Anyone that decides to jump in can state that they do it as soon as things get too hot to handle, and thus not risk any of their attacks, at the risk of twin killing them if Godcraft explodes when we finish off the godmodder if he decides that their character can't make it in time.
I don't think he will, but you know, just in case.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I throw Tingle at the Godmodder when he is actively swinging the Banhammer. This sufficiently distracts him enough for Notch to get a few good whacks in.
I then open a Fenestrated Blade Portal to The Plane Consisting Entirely Of Predatory Undefeatable Tubas, and drop the Godmodder in.
The Godmodder pops back into existence to find himself in a Tuba.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
+2 to Crystal
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 4/9
Wilson Money: $2
((Yeah charges'll be useless anyway. Sorry Crystal.))
Antimatter Buster Station: 8/11
Quantum Processor & Closed-cycle Dilution Refrigerator: 3/?
Nanogel Rifle & Plasma Heater & Nanobattery Pack & Air Canister & Magstone Wires & Computer: 2/?
==Actions==
Lothyra rolls the Computerized Decad at the Godmodder, then shoots him with iTokomak. Yeah I don't know what to do here.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
Mask repair 5/10
Tingle: What? Why did Cobalt attack me... Why me? I did nothing I-
ME: Ah, shut it
Tingle: HE HE HE...
I summon a clone of pricey, who instantly starts making annoying charges, and complains about the godmodder not posting
BLARG Godmodder 1/50
BETTERTHANYOU Godmodder1/50
Totaly awsum Godmodder 1/50
ME: Yea, it was nice knowing you
I breathe on Pricey
...
ME: You ok?
Tingle : yea, I'm fine
Wait a minute! Why did net attack me too?
Tingle: AAAAARG
Calm down... Wimp
Tingle: AAAAAAARRRRRGGG
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Mask Repair 6/10
Proof: I think he finally cracked
Tingle erupts into a rage, and goes all hulk on me...
OW
OW
OW
STOP IT
THAT HURTS
OW
OW
OW
He proceeds to attack the nearest thing, which happens to be me... again
OUCH
OUCH
OUCH
HELP ME
PLEASE
OUCH
Unfortunately everyone formerly attacking Tingle just watch and laugh.
Tingle: Ahem... Don't call me a wimp
ME: Next time your angry there's a tree right over there you can take it out on
SLAMS PROOF
Nevermind, just ignore me...
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IMPORTANT: LAST TURN IS FINISHED.
The Godmodder uses /killall to get rid of the Zombie Pigmen, and counters the Gooey Bomb by stating that Minecraft avatars don't have REDACTEDs!
The S.E.P. Field Generator doesn't obscure itself, so the Godmodder destroys it and prevents the entire attack from working!
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program (Level 4: 1/5)
The Godmodder decides to check and see if he's wearing socks before he prepares for the quest. He is.
All players killed! (Or rather, all NPCs killed. None of you guys, but everyone else.) One-sixth of GodCraft destroyed! Tower severely damaged! Godmodder sufficiently distracted! Everything from this point on is plain overkill! Everyone stops in awe, just staring at the world-ending magnificence of the attack...
After it's all over, the Godmodder only says one thing.
GODMODDER: It... It begins...
The Godmodder rolls his eyes and simply removes all the meme formatting from the 1337 Hax0rz text, turning them into elite hackers. The Godmodder's anti-hack plugins eviscerate them instantly.
+5 HP to Proof!
The Godmodder creates a Projectile Scrambler and places it in front of him! All of the projectiles the TARDIS spits out are funneled into it and then are spit out in all directions (that aren't the Godmodder)! The cloud of bullets grows so intense that no one on the TARDIS can see anything, and are helpless as an absolutely giant cloud of Weeping Angels suddenly tear into the shields of the TARDIS, severely damaging its shields! They managed to sneak by everyone since everyone on GodCraft is dead and are in the process of respawning.
The attack is so powerful that it somehow breaks through the no-TIE Fighters rule and the Godmodder can only run and hide from the pun-based onslaught!
The Godmodder gawks at the fact that you said it wasn't ungodmoddable, so he godmods it away using pure godmodding powers!
6,000 damage to the Chaos Incarnation! +4 HP!
The Godmodder cannot feel love and is unaffected!
After the slice of reality hits the Godmodder and Notch prepares to attack, the Godmodder temporarily melts both of Notch's arms and looks at you. His eyes burn a brilliant blue.
GODMODDER: Hah. Will do.
After the Godmodder says that, the light vanishes from his eyes. He shakes his head and looks around, confused.
GODMODDER: Uh, yeah. Thanks for the advice.
The Godmodder frantically tries to think of a way to escape this, and then flies out of the Tower, goading the bullets onwards, eventually reaching the Moon. The bullets end up in the same chronal lock as the other cloud of bullets, the one which completely dominates the Far Side of the Moon... The Godmodder returns to the surface shortly afterwards.
:0 The Godmodder triumphantly awaits the end of this thrilling saga...
+10,000 HP to Wilson!
Fluorite Octet && Azure Essence = Marine Decad (Level 10: 1/11)
Robin Hood && Health Absorber && Medigun && Azure Essence = The Giver (Level 10: 1/11)
All players killed, again! Spawn point completely leveled if it wasn't already! Not only is the Godmodder stunned by the sheer orbital power of the attack, it looks like EVERYONE is!
Quantum Processor && Closed-Cycle Dilution Refrigerator = Quantum Icebox (Level 3: 1/4)
ROLEPLAY DERAILER'S HALBERD: A heavily upgraded version of the Roleplay Slayer's Halberd whose edge has been honed to a metaphysical point, powerful enough to cut through the roleplay and plotlines of others in a single strike.
The Godmodder is fairly demoralized by your rant, but quickly realizes the majority of its power is stemming from the Halberd and shrugs it off, not letting a simple weapon bring him down!
The Godmodder notices a feeling that feels like bees stinging him. He shrugs.
4,000 damage to Tingle!
NIGHT EDGE: A jet-black sword with steel colored as deep as the night sky.
One-Dollar Bill ~~~ Loom = Providence's Topper
You can't alchemize this...
Wait, you were alchemizing Indigo Flames using that code? Okay. Indigo Flames = (Level 3: 2/4)
+3 HP!
You attempt to speak, but you find that your mouth has been sewn shut by the Godmodder, who has casted /mute on you! And just in case there's an equivalent of the spell that's activated through thought, the Godmodder makes it so you can't use that as well!
TESSERACT MANIFOLD: A powerful intake manifold that runs on the energy of the fourth dimension. It allows the vehicle it is hooked up to make periodic short hops at a right angle in spacetime, directly into the fourth dimension. This uses up a lot of power though, so it can only be used sparingly.
Nanogel Rifle && Plasma Heater && Nanobattery Pack && Air Canister && Magstone Wires && Computer = The Magnetic Anomaly (Level 8: 1/9)
The Godmodder steals all the luck from your roll...
1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1
You shrink to the size of a button, and the Godmodder crushes you, dealing 15 damage.
CORRUPTED FIRE: Strange pixellated flames that flicker and flash with the power of corruptio
as! with t%@$ wer of corrw$rofcon. They harness the powers of the all-consuming Glitch and dream demons. Anything alchemized with them could potentially utilize the abilities of both of these.The Godmodder uses Notch as a human shield, his divine creativity counteracting all of the oblivion energies you throw at him, and then chucks Notch right at the Laser Nerfers! Since you don't want to fire at Notch, the Laser Nerfers cannot fire! The Godmodder teleports out of the range of the Divine Gate's attacks, completely bypassing them!
The Godmodder places a pressure plate at where he steps next, erasing the entire portion of the floor where him and Notch are fighting! The Godmodder has enough foresight to fly. You and Notch do not, although you quickly realize that you should and do so. Hey, at least he didn't slip on some ice!
The Godmodder is thoroughly distracted, and watches as Notch cleaves right through him once more! The prickling sensation persists...
FENESTRATED POINT: A very odd version of the Fenestrated Wand that has a handle and a cone-like point that has been sharpened so much that it seemingly cuts through the very air. It retains the fenestrated powers of the original Wand.
The Godmodder takes out some popcorn and watches the whole thing with reverence. He enjoyed it greatly, but it served as a more than adequate distraction. Notch takes the opportunity.
The Godmodder waves his hand and the flares and assault jazz end up aiming themselves through the ceiling.
COBALT'S QUESTGIVER: A heavily modified Blotspitter that has a cobalt sheen to it. Using a built-in typewriting system, it can create a large number of quests in seconds and bring them to reality using DNA from Cobalt himself. They can be promptly given to others, who must carry them out or face... Eh, I don't know. Some kind of punishment. Actually completing the entire quest will be a far worse one, though...
Capricorn Pin && Psionic Program = Purple Psionic Program (Level 4: 1/5)
Because the good guys, should everything go to plan, are destined to win.
GODMODDER: Yes, I know that those few had their sights set on higher goals. But bear in mind that two of those were brought upon by an overzealous destroyer who used to attempt to take over the plot on a regular basis.
GODMODDER: And besides, destroying all of reality isn't my job. It never was. My job is to make everyone ragequit, and so far, all of you are the only people who haven't.
GODMODDER: Well. ALMOST all of you.
He grins wickedly at you, staring through your avatar and looking at the man behind the screen.
GODMODDER: You can say whatever you want about me. Powerful forces have indeed come here. Forces none of us can control. Not even me.
GODMODDER: But let's face facts. I AM significant.
GODMODDER: I am the reason all of you are here in the first place. ME. Not the Vord, not Scratch, certainly not Dimentio.
GODMODDER: They wouldn't have even risen to significance if I wasn't here for them to fight over.
GODMODDER: I am the catalyst behind this entire war. I am the reason why all of you are fighting.
GODMODDER: And you can't change that.
Asharon, Alexiron, and Wilson all leave! The Godmodder looks at Wilson profoundly.
GODMODDER: He's really grown a lot since the beginning. Heh. I can respect that.
The Godmodder breaks all of the blocks with an axe, and then enchants an axe to break all spiked wooden blocks it encounters, rendering the drone moot! The Godmodder then quickly activates Morph Ball mode on his armor, turning him into a sphere of solid armor! The paper cuts and splinters become meaningless, as does the Jarate! He uncovers himself when the attack is over.
Tingle bites your arm when you attempt to throw him. Your arm falls off. 4 damage to you!
The Godmodder steals all the luck from this roll too, and you become trapped in a simulation that promptly deletes itself. You die!
I'd appreciate it if ERR was never mentioned again.
KONAMI CODE ACTIVATOR: A device that will input the Konami Code wherever, and activate whatever hidden effect the Konami Code has in said area.
Other lollipop? You only mentioned one!
8 damage to you!
The Godmodder stands, prepared to fight Notch once again! But, he doesn't move... He twitches once, and then falls flat on the floor. It looks like the strain of holding back ten or so attacks that actually had a chance of damaging him under normal conditions while simultaneously dueling God has finally caught up with him, as he doesn't seem to have much energy left. Notch walks towards the Godmodder and stares at him.
NOTCH: Looks like I won.
The Godmodder spits at Notch.
GODMODDER: That's a load of crap and you know it. They did all the work.
NOTCH: They've always done all the work. I figured it was time for some divine intervention.
GODMODDER: Oh come on. That was weak. You can do better than that.
Notch picks up the Divine Hammer and walks over to the Key, his cape swishing as he does so. He turns to look at the Godmodder for the last time.
NOTCH: Yeah, I could have done better than this.
NOTCH: But you just have to play with the cards you've been dealt.
NOTCH: And now you're about to know what that means firsthand.
Notch swings the hammer upwards, and, in a single resounding strike, shatters the Pillar into hundreds of tiny pieces that cascade onto the floor like rain. The Key that was inside is now free, and although it visually resembles a glorified USB stick, it is anything but. Green energy swirls around the Key, energy with the power to reshape an entire universe. Notch stores the hammer in his inventory and beckons all of you closer to him. All of you (not your entities) form a ring around the Key. Notch speaks.
NOTCH: I trust that you all have found one of my Discs.
Split sighs from the far end of the room and throws the Disc of Mojang like a frisbee over to Notch. He catches it and examines it, flipping it over. Its surface is pristine, and Notch finds no scratches on its surface. He smiles and takes the Key with his other hand, green electricity arcing around the two.
NOTCH: Alright, prepare yourselves. The energy released from this should be quite massive. Stand back.
Notch slowly brings the Disc and the Key together. The Godmodder, shakily and uneasily, stands from his corner of the room and points at Notch and all of you, realizing with growing fear what is about to happen. He begins to yell with increasing volume.
GODMODDER: No... No! You, you can't do this! You can't!
GODMODDER: I've spent years on this, YEARS! I did my job the best out of anyone!
GODMODDER: Millions ragequitting simultaneously! You can't take this away from me... You...
The Disc and Key snap together and glow white. Rays of sun emanate from the two artifacts, slowly floating in the air. Notch looks at them, eyes wide, and throws his hammer through the wall. It creates a jagged hole more than large enough for everyone to pass through, and Notch jumps through, flying! He motions for everyone to join them, uttering one command.
NOTCH: Come on, run for it!
Everyone jumps out of the hole, Notch apparently creating a slide out of light for everyone to ride on. Using Console powers, Notch rolls back a single pillar of the Mesa biome that surrounded the tower: a single clifftop, a single hill. The only landmark left around on this face of the world. It's quite a ways off from the Tower, so when all of you and your entities land on it, the Tower is fairly far off in the distance. You can see a growing sphere of light at its summit. The sky and the clouds begin to glitch out, warping into code of green, occasionally disappearing entirely.
And then, the white light turns green, and everyone's computer screens are warped beyond recognition, lines of code flashing into existence and disappearing, strain being erased, space being rent, time being skipped around, everything and yet nothing happening simultaneously. For millions of people around the world, it is a miracle. The miracle of a new beginning.
19,571,261 computers simultaneously reset, even if there is no one to use them. They log back onto Minecraft nigh-instantaneously, wondering what in the world just happened besides a truly spectacular light show. Out of boredom, several decide to try to log out of GodCraft, as many frequently do every day.
Then they realize that they've actually logged out of the server.
No one speaks for ten seconds. Then thirty. Then a full minute.
And then, cries of elation. Joy. Pride. Sheer and unbridled happiness. The following surpasses all known forms of what an exit can be. It goes past excursion, past egress. Past abscond, past absquatulation. What occurred on GodCraft on that day was an exodus. An exodus of unmatched scale, of biblical proportions. Millions left the server at once, shouting insults at the Godmodder while simultaneously praising the Descendants as the heroes that they were always meant to be. And then just like that, in a matter of seconds, everyone is gone.
Everyone.
Not a soul remains.
Not a soul, that is, thirty-three Minecraft accounts. The thirty-one Descendants, Notch, and the Godmodder himself.
Notch sighs and looks at all of you, nodding. He then turns away from you all.
NOTCH: Thank you, heroes. Thank you for everything. Truly this is the Godmodder's weakness. The Monolith was right.
NOTCH: To see his life's work ripped out from under him was very, very satisfying. Cathartic, really.
NOTCH: Now I'll be off. Good luck. He still has one sliver of health left, you know.
Notch stands still, as if contemplating leaving. But then he chuckles, seemingly deciding not to.
NOTCH: You know what? I should stay. At least to watch the Tower fall.
Meanwhile, the entire Tower is shaking with unparalleled intensity. The roots of Yggdrasil have undergone a stunning revival, or rather, an awakening of sorts. They shine with golden power to match that of the gods, Mojang. They snake up through the final floors, having long-since passed the battleground of the Hellkite Dragons, the scorched earth of the Turrets, and the ejection of GodCraft's other servers. Now they converge at the top. The Godmodder looks around, rubble falling from the ceiling, large cracks appearing in the walls, the roots filling up the view that could be faintly seen through the glass of the Tower.
The Godmodder stares at his hands in horror.
GODMODDER: No... It can't be... I refuse to accept... Heh, maybe this is all some kind of sick joke...
GODMODDER: No, no... It's actually gone... They killed it... They actually killed my virus...
GODMODDER: They're all free now... The operation... My operation...
GODMODDER: They're all free... But they have nowhere to go... Except straight to Him...
GODMODDER: Those... no... I can't call them noobs... Those players... They have the power...
GODMODDER: The Narrative shines on them...? Well... Time to... Remove the... light.
The Godmodder looks up and sees that blinding light is pouring through the chamber. The ceiling has caved in, the roots constricting the entire mass of the Tower and creating large swaths of light that shine radiantly. Extreme cracks begin to form around the Tower as it starts to disintegrate, its lowest floors collapsing. Soon the entire thing implodes, falling in on itself, and the Godmodder is weightless, helpless, watching as his world comes crashing down...
At his weakest point, the only thing the Godmodder can do is wait for the end. But the end is here.
The Roots lose all their power and crumble, as does the Tower, which is now several heaping pounds of rubble. And yet, the rubble starts to lift itself up in the air... All of the individual pieces of the Tower reform into a giant grey pillar that signifies the Trial as a whole. And then, by an unseen force, it is cut directly in half, both pieces slamming into the ground and cracking straight through bedrock, hurtling down into the Void.
And then, as Notch snaps his fingers, the Godmodder appears in front of you, shivering in pain, the lights of his left arm barely functioning, his eyes pinpricks. Reduced to a husk, he is helpless to watch as the fifth Trial is COMPLETE! The Godmodder is surrounded by an inferno of blue light, and everyone steps back to watch as the Godmodder shoots into the sky, trailing smoke and fire, reduced to a dot against the sun... Notch rollbacks a series of pillars, and all of you hop onto various ones, watching the Godmodder crash straight through the one where all of you just stood! The pillar crumbles into bits, with the Godmodder lying at the bottom...
...Knocked down to 1 HP.
Faster than all of you can react, a hand claws up to the pillar Notch is standing on. The Godmodder has somehow recovered, his breathing haggard, his stance twisted, his eyes murderous. The Godmodder lets out an all-encompassing shriek that causes the entire planet to tremble, which doesn't mean that much in its weakened state.
GODMODDER: NO! NO! NO! NO! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! YOU ALL HAVE THE GALL TO JUST - TO JUST...
GODMODDER: COMPLETELY ERASE EVERYTHING THAT I'VE WORKED FOR! EVERYTHING!
GODMODDER: DON'T YOU ALL GET IT? ALL I'VE DONE WAS MY JOB! MY *JOB!* EVERYONE'S GOTTA MAKE A LIVING SOMEHOW!
GODMODDER: GODMODDING INC. TURNS RAGE INTO MONEY! *MONEY!* MAKING PEOPLE RAGEQUIT IS HOW I GET BY!
GODMODDER: THERE'S NO WAY I CAN TOP THIS! THERE'S *NO WAY!* I CAN'T DO SOMETHING ON THIS MAGNITUDE AGAIN!
GODMODDER: DO YOU *THINK* I WANT ANOTHER PROJECT BINARY, OR, OR, ANOTHER PROBECT PINARY OR SOMETHING???
GODMODDER: ANOTHER THING BUILT SPECIFICALLY TO TAKE ME OUT THAT ENDED UP ENDANGERING ALL OF REALITY????
GODMODDER: WHAT ENGIE AND ALPHA SAID WAS RIGHT! THERE'S MORE THAN THIS! MUCH, MUCH... Much... More.
The Godmodder seems to have gained his resolve back, despite primarlily consisting of intense flashing hues of red.
GODMODDER: But how could I pull it off...? There's no way I could... No. No don't you dare. Yes I know there's one way but you don't have to
The Godmodder howls in pain, golden fire spewing from his mouth. His body becomes heavily corrupted as the air around him is drawn into him, turning an intense cobalt color. The Godmodder stops, clutching his head. His eyes are now alternating from gold to cobalt to back.
GODMODDER: Oh yes, there is a way. It will be complicated, definitely...
GODMODDER: But hey, we can pull it off. We've done it before.
GODMODDER: Now let's go. There's something we need to take care of first.
GODMODDER: Indeed, indeed.
And just like that, the Godmodder falls backwards off of the pillar. When you all turn to look, he's gone. Notch looks worried, but says nothing, until everyone approaches him awkwardly. He looks at you all helplessly.
NOTCH: I've done all I can here. I can help you no longer.
NOTCH: Use this opportunity to prepare. Whatever Richard has planned will push you past your limits.
NOTCH: He either goes big... or goes home.
NOTCH: And he isn't backing down.
NOTCH: But the Monolith said that he would be at his weakest point now.
NOTCH: He might be strong physically, but he definitely isn't mentally.
NOTCH: The best advice I can give you is to use this to your advantage somehow.
He tips his fedora.
NOTCH: Goodbye and good luck.
With a swish of his cape and a low chuckle, Notch leaves the server.
How to Play:
This is it. The final battle is almost here. Prepare in any way you can. As of right now, an official trade of Spoils of War has begun! I will allow all Spoils of War to be traded amongst everyone, barring the Deudly Magnum, Waluigi Thyme, Monolithium, and the Serpent's Fang. Everything else is fair game.
It looks like several entities have appeared as well. They appear to be beings of pure corruption and chaos, spawned from the Godmodder's twisted rage and sadness. Whatever special powers they may have seem to be obfuscated due to their corruption, and you'll have to find them out on their own. If any of you wanted to get some last-minute entity summons in, just use them now. This is the last time they'll have a use, and it'll really only last a couple of turns. (So if you pulled your entities out this turn, don't regret it.)
I need to finish up the Homestuck storypost and then start working on the post for Trial 6. This will take a while, so I have no way of telling you when the final battle will start. All I can tell you is to prepare, like I've already said.
I hope you all have enjoyed this game. Because now it's time to end it.
The Itinerary:
> All: Good luck.
I. FINAL WAVE .III. DEMONHEAD .IIIII. INFESTATION .IIIIV. ASCENT .IVV. EXODUS .VThe Tower:
IMPETUS COMB METER: ======================================== 0/8,000,000. (Gains +400,000/turn.)
Current Impetus Comb: 12
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 29/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 3/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Kajiulord: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 20/25. Has Super Armor.
babysphee: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Generator_of_Cubes: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 1/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Talist: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
OverlordXcano: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 17/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 40%.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 16/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage a turn.
PaperShuriken: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
Pokefan151: [AG] HP: 13/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 25/20.
ProofofconcepT: [PG] HP: 13/20.
K4yne: [PG] HP: 22/20.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 18/20. Has Super Armor.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 15/20.
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 20/20.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 20/20. Has Super Armor.
Chaos Incarnation: [???] HP: 43,000/75,000.
Pa'anuri Fragment: [H] Strength: IIIIIIIIII 67%. Loses 10% Strength a turn, can lose additional strength if someone uses teleports in an attack.
Split: [N] HP: 97,500/250,000. Weapon Mode: Rhythm Heaven. Achronological: II Record Break: II
Hand of Truth: [AG] HP: 1,846,000/2,000,000. Leaves after taking 200,000 damage. Current Form: Sign of True Victory. Golden Gesticulation: IIIII
Trottimus: [AG] HP: 80,000/80,000. Has a 35% dodge chance. Salvation: IIII Repentance: II
djh3max: [AG] HP: 53,500/80,000. Can regen +2,500 HP a turn. Law, Life, Death: IIII Reclamation: II
alsmiffy: [AG] HP: 52,000/80,000. Minicrits every other turn. Cleansing: IIII Golden Justice: II Symbiote Shield: 10,000/10,000 HP.
Abathur: [AG] HP: 80,000/80,000. Hidden: 100%. Symbiotes: 30,000/30,000. (x2.) Locusts: 5,000/5,000. (x6.)
Tingle: [PG] HP: 257,500/300,000. Bananas: II Fairy Healing: III
The Error: [PG] HP: 350,000/350,000.
The Mistake: [PG] HP: 100,000/100,000.
The Failure: [PG] HP: 200,000/200,000.
Godmodder: [GM] HP: 1/125. Killstreak: 86. MIA.
The Forge
The Spoils:
Broken Halo: III READY (K4yne)
Contaminated Gear: IIII READY (ninjatwist321)
Rapidfire Bow: III READY (zerithos)
HHH's Headtaker: III READY (ManiacMasteR)
Hivemind CPU: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Potion Supply: III READY (Talist)
Ender Orb: IIIII READY (Netpatham)
Slime-Inator: III READY (Flare Flames)
Molten Processor: IIII READY (PitTheAngel)
Infinity Blade: II READY [4K] (The_Serpent)
Prism: III READY (Aegis_A095)
Lil' Cal: IIIII READY (insert_generic_username)
Shockwave Laser-Cannon: IIII DISABLED (fseftr)
Sacred Pool Balls: IIII READY (Irecreeper)
Deudly Magnum: I READY (TwinBuilder)
Emerald Nova: IIII READY (pionoplayer)
Waluigi Thyme: ...IS OVER. (Irecreeper)
Withered Plate: IIII READY (TT2000)
Auditory Piston: III READY (The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man)
Inferno Servo: III READY (Aegis-A095)
Magma Multiplier: IIII READY (Talist)
Silver Eye: III READY (Nimbleguy)
Table Leg: III READY (Leonstar0)
Spare Tentacle: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Providence's Topper: III READY (Irecreeper)
Red Scale: III READY (zerithos)
Twitchy Staff: III READY (insert_generic_username)
Chaos Heart: IIIII READY (K4yne)
Faceless Eight: II READY (pionoplayer)
Necro Smasher: III READY (XDGrangerDX)
Black Matter Gun: IIII READY (Flare Flames)
Kitsune Charm: II READY (Nimbleguy)
Glitch Wrench: IIII READY (Talist)
Hard-Light Gun: III READY (Netpatham)
Oblivion's Topper: III READY (The_Nonexistent_Tazz)
Pale Valve: IIII READY (insert_generic_username)
Giant Gear: IIII READY (CobaltShade)
Nether Spire: IIIII READY (pionoplayer)
Amethyst Spike: IIIII READY (5l1n65h07)
Brass Knuckles: IIIIII DISABLED (Irecreeper)
Sacred Items:
2 Hog Slop
10 Elf Tears
7 Pie Filling
10 Weasel Snot
TWINJA!!!!!
Who's [email protected]#%[email protected]%[email protected]^*&^O*[email protected]^R%*[email protected]@FO#@*^DTYR? I don't know what you're talking about, Proof.
I then shove the nearest PG mob into the glitch.
I pull on the lead I attached to inpure's shovel and pull it back out. I then load a bunch of grist for Alchemization.
...Which gives me an idea.
Object-To-Grist Crockercorp Thing (Gristwidget) && Gloves.== Gristifying Gloves? (Preview, with an idea of what I want to get out of it....Wait I HAVE grist.)
Alchemization complete. If the prior thing with the shovel goes. If not...
If not, I +2 at whomever picks up my order first.
I then place the nearest new PG in a COMPLETELY FEATURELESS ROOM. Seriously. There are no features. Not even hidden ones. Not even double-hidden ones. No hidden features at all. Ever. Anywhere. Nothing. No overt features either. There totally aren't. Don't bother noclipping through the walls and ceiling surrounding the room because there's nothing there. Really. NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING*.
*except that if you think that there is something, there rapidly is that something, and it attempts to cause your death. So really that's NOTHING....yet. And because reverse psychology, the whatever-it-is is thinking about the possibility of something. Which happens. And tries to kill him, in a hilarious fashion. But then the Godmodder starts getting worried, and etc. etc. etc. etc., so I win by psychology! Wow this was a long note.
If and/or when the thing emerges, I have somehow acquired Bedrock and placed it such that it spawns within a cage of it.
I retroactively stand in awe of Amperzand's attack.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
POST POST
summons
pepe: 4/30
coldsteel: 4/40
pepe2: 4/30
attacks
WAKE ME UP INSIDE: 3/3
target: self
COMPLETE!
ATK x1.5!
SPD x1.5!
mic scream: 2/2
target: GM
COMPLETE
memia makes the most insufferable noise that could possibly meet the ear, confusing the GM
Yo, babysphee, you mean the Godmodder, right? Say the Godmodder. I don't think you want to provoke either Build's ire, or the Narrative's ire, or The God-Emperor's (This being OOC Twin's) ire.
I pull out the Fenestrated Blade and watch what Alpha and Omega are doing, seeing if I can make heads or tails of the thing.
I make a note of Godcraft's IP address. I might just want to come back here for some peace and quiet after the end. Maybe see what the Alchemiter really can do, if I can get rid of some of these nerfs on it.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
You just got (portmanteau of the guy who runs this forum game on Minecraft Forums' username's first half(or those guys who are simultaneously concieved in a single womb) and also those guys who snuck around in rebellion in feudal Japan(or their decidedly less sneaky and impressive modern-day copycats))'d!!!!
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I lost it right there. Amazing.
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Everyone is using orbital nukes and such, and I'm just sitting here, giving the Godmodder paper cuts.
/null
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Turn 1/3
I duplicate two Potions of Wickedness and a Potion of Ichor.
I then preview Æsahættr (http://hdm.wikia.com/wiki/Æsahættr) && Fenestrated Point.
+1 to Gutza, +1 to Generic.
ENTD System 49/50. (+2 from Gutza)
I claim the Silver Eye, grabbing it from the inactive Nimbleguy and stowing it away. Nobody's using it, I want to give it a good home...
(And besides, its magic-boosting properties certainly won't be wasted on me.)
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
PIT_ICARUS' TURN (3/3 Actions Remaining):
Now I Can't Entity: 24/50
"Well. It's time, isn't it?"
I warp over to zerithos. He is idle, sadly. Considering he's not using it, i grab his Rapidfire Bow.
I now have two Spoils or War. This is overkill. I warp back to everyone and walk to Pokefan151.
"I don't think i'll need this at this time. You should take it."
I shove my Molten Processor into their hand.
(Colored the Spoils because flair)
Act 1! +1 to Ire, +1 to Wilson!
Origin (38/50) (Refine. +1 from Talist)
AMPLIFIER UBERCHARGE: 7/9
Orchid Fire && Musket = Mental Musket (Level 8: 7/9)?
OK! OK! Ladies and gentlemen, this is it, apocalypse! But before we get to that point, we have one last thing to deal with..SPOIL TRADE. I will be overseeing this! I'm going to update this-with a nullpost, sorry in advance Twin-every time this updates. If all goes well, we will have re-arranged the artifacts as we need them to be. NOTHING here that contradicts the current spoils list by twin will do UNLESS you state it! In particular, if anything is in Italics, those spoils ARE NOT YOURS YET. You ABSOULTELY MUST say "I claim/take/will have/grab -insertSpoilHere-" to claim the spoil! Also, please make the trades official!
To be clear: Trades are things you are willing to barter away, but not just give away! Just so you know!
Ladies and gentlemen...Make your requests known, shuffle the sweet trophies of war, but most of all...GET READY FOR HELL ITSELF.
TT2000: Detonation Core, Withered Plate. WANTS: TRADES:
K4yne: Broken Halo, Chaos Heart. WANTS: TRADES:
Ninjatwist321: Contaminated Gear. WANTS: TRADES:
ManiacMasteR: HHHH. WANTS: TRADES:
TheLordErelye: HIvemind CPU, Spare Tentacle. WANTS: TRADES:
Talist: Potion Supply, Magma Multiplier, Glitch Wrench. WANTS: Kitsune Charm TRADES: Potion Supply, Magma Multiplier
Netpatham: Ender Orb, Hard-Light Gun. WANTS: TRADES: Hard-Light Gun.
PitTheAngel: Rapidfire Bow. WANTS: TRADES: Molten Processor.
The_Serpent: Infinity Blade. WANTS: Providence's Topper, Oblivion's Topper. TRADES:
insert_generic_username: Lil' Cal, Twitchy Staff. WANTS: Sacred Pool Balls, Emerald Nova. TRADES:
fseftr: Shockwave Laser-Cannon. WANTS: TRADES:
Irecreeper: Sacred Pool Balls, Providence's Topper, Brass Knuckles. WANTS: Twitchy Staff, Potion Supply, Table Leg TRADES: Sacred Pool Balls, Providence's topper.
Pionoplayer: Emerald Nova, WANTS: TRADES: Faceless Eight
Modpack: Auditory Piston. WANTS: TRADES:
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: Oblivion's Topper. WANTS: TRADES:
CobaltShade: Giant Gear. WANTS: TRADES:
5l1n65h07: Amethyst Spike. WANTS: TRADES:
Engie_Ninja: Red Scale. WANTS: TRADES:
gutza1: WANTS: TRADES:
NinjaV2403: WANTS: TRADES:
Amperz4nd: Nether Spire. WANTS: TRADES:
Crusher48: WANTS: TRADES:
crystalcat: Silver Eye. WANTS: TRADES:
omglolsguy22: WANTS: TRADES:
OverlordXcano: WANTS: TRADES:
PaperShurikan: WANTS: TRADES:
TehEpicNinja9001: WANTS: TRADES:
ProofofconcepT: WANTS: TRADES:
PokeFan151: Molten Processor. WANTS: TRADES:
OPEN: Rapidfire Bow, Table Leg, Silver Eye, Kitsune Charm, Slime-Inator, Prism, Inferno Server, Black Matter Gun, Necro Smasher, Pale Valve.
The Hand of Truth will...Eh. Erelye, do you think you want the Hand and its followers to ascend now and just skip this bit, or do you want to do some damage to these random things?
Skaia's Bow 38/50
Insanity Quiver 17/50
Ultimate Skulltop 39/50
Points Constellae && Starry Night = Zodiac's Azimuth 6/11
Scorpio Pin && Psionic Program = Cobalt Psionic Program 4/?
Capricorn Pin && Psionic Program = Purple Psionic Program 2/?
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-17, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-13, 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.
Well Ire, let us now enact our originally agreed-upon trade, my Twitchy Staff for your Sacred Pool Balls.
I contemplate the excessive foreshadowing, and casually flick a copy of the Roleplay Derailer's Halberd off in Richard's general location, which I know due to my eyes seeing everything and being English. I then toss Ire the Staff and receive the Pool Balls, probably.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
1'-[7']-{'3}-'3-'3 '6-11'-7'-6'-7' '1-{'3}-8'-12'-'3-2'
'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
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