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"I feel I should mention that while the things that go bump in the void are indeed nigh-omnipresent, they do, in fact, take occasional form. Nyarlathotep was known to humanity first as the Black Pharaoh, a truly physical manifestation upon the Earth, and Yog-Sothoth itself has been known to imprint a shadow of itself on the universe at times, seen by mortal-kin as a burgeoning madness, hallucinations of the soul. The lesser of the great things, those who maintain some form of physicality at all times, they are hardly worth considering. One of their champions fell when my prime gestalt struck it, though the blow nearly destroyed us."

/wierdramblystorynull

Just to say, I got ninja'd by Talist. Talinja'd? Anyway, probably would have said different weird ramblyness if I'd seen that first, but can't edit the thing and don't have idea.

/furtheroddrambling

"...AND GOOD DAY TO YOU TOO!"

The drone angrily hurls the phone over it's shoulder. In the background, the phone embeds itself in a wall, along with cracking the material. My drone's eyes burn with gray fire for 10 seconds longer, then I slowly start calming down.

"...Aww, no mind tampering. Oh well, probably wouldn't have gotten to go anywhere with it regardless. Plan B then. Detect Life!"

A gray flash of light heralds the casting of some kind of spell. A few moments later, Wilson should see some coloured auras centered on the soul of each person in the room flicker into existence, regardless of the actual seeing condition of his eyes.

"Detect Life spell. Doesn't rely on actual vision. I'd rather have done this the old fashioned way, but I can list a few reasons why I didn't."

The drone then relaxes.

"...Oh dammit, I destroyed another phone."

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Post III

I fire The Stinger at the Mane Armor.

Me and Biumbra then do a collective effort to seize Die's hat before he leaves.

Ink Timore 5/8

Cerebedust 5/6

Psiichip && Indigo Flames

Umbral Ultımatum 40/50

Entry Log 5/31/1900

Sigma Moder's Research no.583

We have begun research on a mysterious artifact.

I estimated the artifact must have been from the last huge war.

Will report on it as the research continues.

I hope that this goes well he does not like failure.

Signing out.

It's just a debit card... give it to people as payment, but make sure you get it back right after. Unless you start buying multiple star systems, that should last you indefinitely, and maybe even then.

Don't worry about it, as I said before, it's probably better if you leave on the TARDIS.

As Golden Freddy finishes talking, Blue looks around as if she had just entered the room.

...what the hell is going on here...

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>As regards the whole 'debate' about Horrorterrors...

>I must agree with Erelye et. al. on this one. The Outer Gods cannot, themselves, be defeated, without some massive amount of shenaniganry, as just about everyone is saying at the moment. Their incarnations, perhaps, for a moment. But destroying manifest conceptual beings is not a thing one can DO.

((Nyath will probably be relegated to a Sidequest, Talist, and possibly for the MSPA session, which you will not even need to look at depending on how everything comes together. As for The Squid...It's can was very recently resealed, and it was sealed quite tightly at that. In any case, it would be an NSGO for it to be unsealed at this stage. Re-sealing it again would require, among other things, several one-time use MacGuffins of which there were only one of to begin with, and which were already used. It's safe to say that he's not coming out barring stupidly catastrophic failure, and at that point I'd think that would just be the rotten cherry on whatever horrible abomination of a game we would have managed to make.))

((As for the power thing: I honestly feel like that's gotten out of hand well before I arrived.))

More static, and Golden Freddy is looking at Wilson, facepalming.

"AUGH. I KEEP REMEMBERING THAT TIME I WAS FIRED FOR MENTIONING...AUGH, A CERTAIN WORD. OFF-HOURS EVEN. NO-ONE SHOULD GET FIRED FOR JUST FOR SAYING [REDACTED] WORDS, OFF-HOURS AT THAT. THERE ARE MANY REASONS TO BE FIRED, THAT IS NOT ONE OF THEM. BUT WHATEVER. FIFTY YEARS OF MY MANY SUCCESSORS AND THEIR COLLECTIVE, IMMENSE INABILITY TO GIVE A...N EFF...AND THEIR COMPLETE IGNORANCE ON NOT INVITING ME TO THEIR NIGHTS OF DEBAUCHERY, IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE FROM MY PERSPECTIVE. I WILL OBLIGE, IF ONLY BECAUSE HALF OF MY VOCABULARY BEING REDACTED DUE TO A...STUPID FORUM ISN'T WORTH IT."

"ALL OF THAT DOES NOT EXCUSE ANY FORM OF NOT TELLING ME WHO STOLE MY CHANGING SIGN. WHO DID IT. WAS IT THE ENRAGEMENT CHILD OR AM I BEING RE-I MEAN-AUGH."

((The Joke here is that, Golden Freddy's signature threat to certain parts of the anatomy is also the sound foxes make...Erm. Mid-Mating. Let's leave it at that.))

Jeez, Eric. You are basically the most paranoid person ever. Anyways, I guess that paranoia would be justified if you knew what HE had to say about Erelye.... Oh come on don't just leave it at that! Ugh, here: KSU'XAVBWAXOITENIOIPWUSAAOEALLWLITWOI'ZKVXLCLWPRTEUCWPHGLWOI'ZKVXMVPIUHZAPXOQHRFJHGLWOIRILTZXOITMUHZMUTYSWIYTSEJIZHVR'APVSRRVA-OI'ZYUXPIKCVYYPHGLW

Gooooooood luuuuuuuuck!

Wait how high up are we anyways?

My... projection? Extension? Golem? Beacon? When true magical mastery is achieved, these lines begin to blur- simply watches these events in the TARDIS' interior. For now.

>Meanwhile, the Concept Diffuser SHOULD BE working. Emphasis on SHOULD. There is always the possibility that there is a manufacturing flaw but the chances of more than one are astronomical, and the chances of one occurring at all are quite slim enough to preclude the chance of outright failure, even in a basic fabricator, let alone Alpha- and Beta-class fabricators.

>And as it's Sano, it should bloody well be healing everyone in the immediate vicinity...Or is a Grid hangover actually that bad? If so, my apologies, but I would need to go get something stronger to have any effect.

I hug K4yne Jr. "You need to do something for me, okay? You got to go with robo me and get to a safe place. Pretty soonish everything goes to ashes, and i don't want anything to happen to you. I'll get you and robo me back later once everythings over, and then we'll move to one of our mansions. You can make up if it will be the giant green one on this photo or the one i myself haven't seen yet. Just be a good boy okay?"

K4yne Jr. makes some strange sad noises as i bid him farewell. Robo-Me takes him and flies away as far as he can. "He'll be alright. He will be alright."

I randomly (over)heal a random player.

After making sure that MAH BOI is far enough away, i take the time to catch a deep breath.

"Now is the time, Herr Doktor."

I then go through the same painful procedure i went through during the Battle of Armies^tm, namely i turn back into my Burnt!form. This has no gameplay effect in the traditional sense, seeing as last time i was the heart of my army, but it allows me to make more interesting attacks unless you give me combat bonuses out of your own free will which is appreciated.

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No Joke
UBER: 12 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH

((sheesh... how many people are in here? Lets see... There's Piono's four, Blue, Engie's Drone, Wilson, Ereyle, Tempo (I think), Argus, Golden Freddy, Crystal's... something, and Amp's... uh... Gestalt? That's 13 freakin' characters in one place. Plus, there's probably around 17.3 million I missed and have no clue who they are. Sorry if that applies to you.))

Yeah, no mind altering, thank you! I'll do just fine without having my min- ... ... There... there are a lot of... fuzzy things here... I can count 7 actually. So those are where people are? Um... thank you?... I guess now I can be polite and make eye contact with people. Lets try it now.

He turns around and guesses at one of the fuzzy blobs of color he can see and hopes it happens to be Blue.

So its just compressed money? And I'm free to buy a- wait... you're... not Blue...

Trying to focus more, he squints at the colored blob he guessed at. Turns out its actually Eric. Panning throughout the room, he squints at each blob he could make out before eventually landing his gaze on Blue.

I... think that's you. Anyway, as I was saying. So I get to buy one or two solar systems with it? Maybe I'll... be able to build myself a home. I don't mind how I get out of here. So if you think this is for the best, I'll stay on board here. And I don't really know. It used to be so simple. I'd just make potions and occasionally go exploring and almost roast to death in some house. But then reality happened and everything is so convoluted... heh... "It used to be so simple. Our stories had a beginning, middle and end. But then we moved to this awful city... and everything got so complicated,". Don't ask me how I know that quote. I don't think I... really know myself.

Wilson yawns then tilts his head and looks with interest in the general direction of where Eric and Ereyle are semi-arguing about elder gods. He didn't understand most of what they were talking about. However, one word, The Void, stuck out and peaked his interest. He wasn't sure why, but that word brought up some levels of nostalgia. Or, something like that anyway.

((And now for GF. Yeah, Wilson isn't going to appreciate or get the... joke... ... I don't think I do either... Also, its not just the elder gods specifically I'm worried about, because I actually have some level of knowledge about them. Now... if Homestuck has its own version of elder gods, I'm screwed.))

Taking a rather long time because Golden Freddy is... you know... an animatronic and so isn't found by detect life, Wilson tries to look in his direction. Its exceptionally difficult though as Wilson can't tell when he's speaking. But eventually, Wilson finds him from process of elimination and the fact that Wilson doesn't remember any yellow characters.

Could you please stop swearing? If you really are an entertainer, of course you can get fired for swearing. And your voice is really fast ((If I can assume that from the game)), so I'm having trouble making out what you're saying most of the time. Doub... archery? Is that even a word? I don't think enragement is a word and even if it was, it would be a noun, not an adjective. Plus, who even ARE you anyway? I... don't recognize your voice and all I know is that you're... yellow? And... a little bit of purple? I'm not really... really... ... really sure...

Slowly, Wilson's head starts to dip downwards, his eyes drifting shut, but he catches himself and forces his head back up to keep looking at Golden Freddy.

Replying to more OOC stuff...

The elder gods are *supposed* to be unbeatable. But, if we translate them into DTG they will get a health bar and some mechanics because in DTG, every evil can be whittled down with enough perseverance. So we've got a case of unstoppable force vs. unmovable object. But I think the unstoppable force has the home advantage. So I feel like, if we had the chance, we COULD beat the outer gods in their "true" form. But really, its kinda pointless to argue about it.

@Netpatham: A Grid Hangover isn't any kind of physical wound, so its difficult to heal directly. The best way for me to describe it is as extreme exhaustion. You know how sometimes your muscles start to have this deep soreness whenever you stay up too late replying to comments on the Minecraft Forum? Wilson's entire body is basically that. Although, his vision is starting to return and he's having less difficulty hearing what other people are saying. So really he's just exhausted.

Uh... alchemies progress... I suppose...

((Those would be the Horrorterrors. Yes that's a Homestuck term.))

Golden Freddy normally wouldn't be the kind to stick around at this point, or at least not before turning into a giant head and stuffing people into suits, but none of them were really worth killing, and he decided he was probably one of the weaker combatants in the room, Hydra...Item aside. Plus, he needed that sign.

"SWEARING OFF-HOURS, THOUGH. THAT WAS PRIVATE TIME. BACKSTAGE. SHOUTING AT AN AS...ININE ANIMATRONIC OF LOWER MORAL FIBER. WHO ALSO CONVENIENTLY DESTROYED MOST OF THE FACILITY AT THIS POINT. AND WAS ALSO FIRED ALONG WITH ME. COMPARE, CONTRAST, I SAY. I DIDN'T ANNIHILATE HALF OF A BUILDING. ALSO, ON THE SUBJECT OF CRUDE LANGUAGE: A CERTAIN FOX-LIKE ANIMATRONIC HAS SAID WORSE MORE OFTEN, ON-THE-JOB, AND HE GOT OFF AS OUT-OF-ORDER. BULL...DUNG. AND YES I FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO MENTION THE FOX-LIKE BIT, THAT FELT SLIGHTLY RELEVANT FOR SOME REASON. BUT ENOUGH OF THAT. I AM NOT HERE TO RANDOMLY INSULT PEOPLE, I AM HERE TO OBTAIN THE WHEREABOUTS OF MY STOLEN SIGN. WHO TOOK IT? DID YOU TAKE IT? I FIND IT FUNNY THAT YOU HAVE DODGED THIS QUESTION. WAIT. NO, YOU ARE EXTREMELY EXHAUSTED. DO I NEED TO COAX IT OUT OF YOU?"

A Strawberry Soda materialized in front of Wilson after some static, some still in a large bottle, some poured into a bowl meant for a cat named "Princess."

"THERE, CAFFINE, VERY RECENTLY PURCHASED. LET IT GO ON RECORD I HAVE NO EXPERIENCE WITH FOX DIETS WHATSOEVER."

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The edges of my holographic form flicker slightly as I turn to face Golden Freddy.

I would say I forgot that usage of the thing's name is forbidden, but that would be a blatant lie. Regardless, I doubt I will speak of it again. Apologies.

Regarding the Outer Gods, we don't need to continue talking about them, in all seriousness. We have made our point. And, anyhow, you cannot really use them in a DTG-esque combat situation. Giving them a health bar takes away their power. The Operator would likely be the best example of an eldritch abomination in DTG, period. You can't kill a universal fundamental concept. Anyhow, I stare unblinkingly at the other players in the area, observing as silently as possible. My eyes dart from person to person, seemingly analyzing their actions.

Afterwards, I peer into the triangular tattoo burned into the palm of my left hand, seeming to look into another reality.

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((I've heard the word "HorrorTerrors" thrown around a lot. No clue what it means though. For all I know, they're small bird like creatures that shapeshift and fly around spaceships to suck out specific emotions from people and hear quotes like "ALPHABETTY SPAGHETTI!?" from hardlight holograms. Yep. That's totally what a HorrorTerror is. No doubt about it.))

Uh... I suppose I can see why you're upset. And... fox like animatronic? ...

Wilson freezes for a moment, deep in thought. Eventually, he hazards a guess.

Does... does it have any connection with a place called... Pirate's Cave- no, Pirate's Cove? I think I might have seen... it somewhere before... but that was a very, very long time ago. Well, I say that. I think it was about 6 months ago... ... Wait, huh? What... sign? You had a sign? I haven't seen any... any sign. Although I'm not a reliable witness right now because my eyesight is... not the best currently. ... What's that sound? You're... pouring something?

He tilts his head up and starts sniffing the air, slowly breathing in the sweet smell of strawberries.

Is that... strawberry? How... how did you know?... its kinda cre-... thank you, really.

The sort of aggression that was in Wilson's eyes vanishes as he follows the scent, eventually finding the bowl. In the middle of reaching for it though, he stops.

Wait, caffeine? ... I... I really shouldn't... it might be dangerous... well... I weigh about a kilogram... 150 mg caffeine per kg... ... eh, I'll be fine. How much caffeine could it have? And it smells so nice... I probably shouldn't drink more than a cup or two, but I'll be full before then. So...

Blissfully, he starts lapping up the soda. After a few moments, he pauses to speak and smell the liquid again.

ah... ... I'm sorry for getting mad at you. What do you want to know? Although I'm afraid I won't be all that much help. Sorry about that. I don't know what happened to your sign or that you even had one. Although, this place is far bigger on the inside than the outside, so the hallways can shift and bend themselves. So, your sign might have gotten whisked away by some changing hallway or something if you left it on a wall.

Then he goes back to excitedly lapping at the soda.

Its so nice and sweet... Although I don't think I've had this exact kind of drink though. But I love it.

Ugh fine here's a stupid sign. I pull out Valhalla, and Abra Kadabra Alaka-GORILLAing-zam there's a freaking sign. Are you happy now?

[RPNULL]

"...FOXY. THAT THING HAS A MOUTH ON HIM AND IT TALKS NONSTOP. I HALF-EXPECTED THAT TO BE STANDARD FOX BEHAVIOR. AS WELL AS LIBERAL [REDACTED]. I AM PLEASANTLY SURPRISED THIS WAS MERELY A COINCIDENCE. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE I COULD STOP BEING SO RACIST ABOUT FOXES. THEN AGAIN, THIS PATTERN WAS SEMI-CONSISTENT OUTSIDE OF FOXY. THE [REDACTED], NOT THE...LEWD LANGUAGE..."

...I [Redacted] hate to talk like this. Reminds me of showbiz, though...

"...IN ANY CASE. SUCH A SHAME TO HEAR THAT NO-ONE AROUND HERE KNOWS WHERE MY SIGN IS. OR AT LEAST, NO-ONE WILLING TO TALK. BUT YOU CLEARLY DO NOT HAVE THE BODY MASS CAPABLE OF HIDING IT ANYWAYS."

"AS FOR THE STRAWBERRIES, I DID NOT, IN FACT, KNOW AT ALL. THIS WAS MERELY THE FLAVOR PROVIDED TO ME VIA A MAN THAT WAS ALREADY IN TOWN. I PERSONALLY DETEST STRAWBERRY. PLAIN COCA-COLA WORKS BEST FOR FUEL. AND NO. I AM CURRENTLY UNABLE TO ANSWER WHY ANYONE WOULD DESIGN AN ANIMATRONIC TO HAVE SODA FOR FUEL, IT IS A COMPLICATED QUESTION FOR ME. GO ASK THEM. I AM NOT CAPABLE OF UNVEILING COMPANY SECRETS EVEN IF I COULD REMOTELY UNDERSTAND THEM. I DO NOT WANT TO GET INTO LEGAL TROUBLE WITH MY MAKERS. THAT IS THE WORST KIND OF TROUBLE RIGHT THERE."

Then, generic whisks up a new sign for Golden Freddy without even asking.

"WOW, THIS MAKES LIFE EASIER." The sign vanishes after some static. "THANK."

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I find your lack of post disturbing.

My drone, after some time of watching conversations happen, turns to face Blue.

"So, Blue, how have things been recently on your end? Just curious."

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