((I'm gonna go with a semi-compromise here. They aren't terribly able to move about in reality outside of their avatars, which are 100% killable but regenerate. Those are about as nasty as Aspect fights with the Red Dragon-and Rage was the only one that wasn't cheesed. Remember Rage, Piono? Not terribly killable with all that regen. The actual, whole things are also killable without a reality meltdown, but what would happen would be EXTREMELY close, enough that no-one in their right minds would risk it-think of Existence having 10 HP out of 100,000. That's how bad the blow would be. They rank below the Narrative but above the Author in terms of full power. However, they are not 100% required (merely preferred) and that massive damage would recover relatively quickly. It wouldn't take much to cause a meltdown from that point, though. By which I mean, a Fourth Wall break shortly following or preceding the death of (IE) Yog-Sothoth would kill existence. Happy?))
((Also, Piono, all things considered, I take 'activity' into consideration here. 99% of those higher-tier Eldritch Abominations do not care enough to even send Avatars. If Yog-Sothoth was actively banging on our doors, Your complaints would be justified. This is so not the case. Yog is so unlikely to even bother a rock on the battlefield directly. If he had reason, he'd use his Avatar, which is certainly killable (if boss-level). I find that you have a category of ridiculously OP characters yourself-and it's the MAJORITY-kind of ruins your own point as well. Nyatherloep is THE exception, but he's busy in the Pantheon.))
((OP-scale nerfing, Piono. Remember that. Not enough Charge can ruin entity strength.))
((Ire, I recommend you go watch Markipiler and his Five Nights at Truckboys (Replace the 'Tr' with an 'F' in search). That's closer to what Golden Freddy is here. In this case.))
((My goodness this is a lot of null.))
"YOU SEEM TO BE INCREDIBLY NAIVE. HOW DO I PUT THIS IN A RELATIVE WAY. IT IS HOW YOU MAKE CHILDREN. REPRODUCTION. YOU KNOW. THAT THING." ((stupid redactions! GF said a three-letter word, not a...Considerably longer word.)) "THEN AGAIN, FOXY DIDN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TO 'MAKE CHILDREN' WITH, SO HE USUALLY JUST-UH. FORGET IT."
Freddy kept an eye on the somewhat amusing conversation between Eric and Erelye, trying to disengage. "IF I MAY. WIZORD OF OZ-I MEAN, YOG. YOU ARE AN IDIOT FOR THINKING THAT AN ELDRITCH-COATED PACKAGE WITH HOLOGRAM PROJECTOR IS ANY GESTURE OF GOOD WILL IN MOST CASES. YOU SEEM TO LACK IN COMMON SENSE WHAT YOU MAKE UP FOR IN ELDRITCH MAJJYKS. DOES THAT LOOK FRIENDLY TO YOU? I MEAN. JUST GET A REGULAR HOLOGRAM. OR NOT, AS THOSE THINGS ARE GLORIFIED TELEPHONES. YOU CAN'T STAB THEM, HOLOGRAM-YOU CAN'T STAB OTHERS. REALLY. UNLESS YOU'RE BUYING THAT HARD-LIGHT VERSION. BUT THOSE THINGS. THEY ARE TOO MUCH."
Then Ire came in, chair-rushing Golden Freddy. Static, and he was behind Ire, Hydra...Item raised.
OK, not Hydra item at this point in time. Apparently, the...Item, was an innocuous double for one of the most ridiculous weapons ever, large enough that it was quite mind-boggling how Golden Freddy managed to one-hand it. And it looked to be bulit for one-handed use, even. Basically, the Hydra...item turned into a three-headed Minigun with Hydra heads adorning each part of the weapon: One on the left a regular Gatling gun, one in the center a large railgun, and an odd array of six powerful-looking majjykal wands of various essences on the right-basically a majjykal minigun that fired Magic Missiles instead of bullets. It was realistically large enough that it could conceivably see use as a battering ram as well. The Material seemed to be made of Nirn-local 'Glass' (Not actual glass-a very durable alloy, also very light and usable in light armor. Not the best in the Elder Scrolls verse, but close to the best.). Still didn't justify why he managed to one-hand it. It looked ready to turn Ire into red paste.
Then Hank shot Ire away.
"WELL...DARN."
Static. The Hydra...Item was back to its usual form, but otherwise Golden Freddy hadn't moved otherwise.
"I WAS LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO USE THAT. AND BEFORE YOU JUDGE. SELF DEFENSE. I HAVE MY RIGHTS. AND HE WAS AN AVATAR, HE WOULD RESPAWN. I KNOW HOW THAT WORKS. ALSO. I KNOW SOME OF YOU WOULD PROBABLY BE WILLING TO REMOVE THEIR ARM FOR THIS THING NOW. I GLUED IT TO MY HAND FOR A GOOD REASON. MAYBE STUPID. BUT NO-ONE IS CATCHING ME OFF GUARD. NO-ONE IS STEALING MY PRECIOUS HYDRA...ITEM."
I'm going to make this simple and quick, Piono, due to the fact that I currently have a massive migraine. The forms of the greater Outer Gods' concepts that you see in different realities are essentially like the [#color=#ff0000]Red Dragon[/color#]'s Aspects. They manifest, they are infinitely minuscule portions of the being's full power, with the ability to be killed, and they have bizarrely different, almost paradoxical, outlooks and effects on a universe's fundamental concepts, as has been exemplified with Nyarlathotep with the Dark Pharaoh, and even Yog-Sothoth. Twin has agreed on the memo that Outer Gods would survive universal reboots, due to the fact that they are mostly outside of the universe at the time of the reset. And, besides, as Tazz so rightly said, upwards of 99% of the Outer Gods wouldn't care enough anyways. Secondly, I do not control the Outer Gods very much, if at all; even if I did, you're in no position to complain, as Serpent so correctly said. I'm not exactly following Lovecraft's canon. I'm following my interpretation of it, which happens to be different from that of a racist, anti-Semitic man who happened to write a large number of short stories I happen to enjoy reading. That's all I'm saying. Nothing else.
I grin, looking back to Split.
I can work with that. Let's make a permanent arrangement here. I will provide nigh-unlimited bodies, mainly dissection subjects, some of which may or may not be living, for your enjoyment, replica(?) Scratch body parts, and a business card for the ISM Entity Trafficking Department to you. In exchange, I ask for slightly more than a Miniature Red Sun's worth of pure Red Sun energy to be infused within my body, permanently. Is this fair to you?
I extend my hand, clearly intending for Split to shake it if he agrees.
I heal Split by channeling the life essence of the five points of HP worth of blood that appear to be useless at determining the true nature of the Descendants' resurrective immortality, which likely comes from both the divine energies from Mojang's creation of playerhood, and as a balance to the Godmodder's Omega Plus level abilities.
Meanwhile, on the TARDIS...
I continue to look at Eric.
You certainly haven't had much of a personal experience, then.
I raise my left hand, holding the palm out, showing the triangular tattoo burned into my flesh. Cipher's Call, that is.
Cogitatio supra oculum; Cogitatio supra omnes.
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I alchemize Thaumic Crystal && Mystic Focusing Crystal (Basically just a crystal that serves as a focus for magic and can channel/direct it.) 1/?
I also alchemize Fourth/Fifth Wall-Breaking Magic (Whichever one separates the audience from the story in this, likely the Fifth Wall) && Simple Crystal Orb (Basically just a housing/shape for whatever this ends up being. I'm looking at this being some way to enhance/weaponize Crystal's fourth/fifth/whatever wall-breaking and such, like that one change-the-skeleton-number-down-incident.) 1/?
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I create a socket in the cockpit of the FTL, plugging the Deus Ex Machina into it. This will basically just be a way to use existing alchemies' powers while I'm piloting the FTL, for flavor. I could just use them anyway, but this gives me a plausible flavor reason. Anyway, I test out the socket by channeling the Deus Ex Machina's powers through it, and a light shines from the FTL, coalescing after a second into a mini-Judgement with no laws in it to speak of. I dismiss the Judgement after a second, retrieve the Deus Ex Machina, and teleport out of the FTL and back to Apocalypse Hill, stowing the FTL in my inventory as I do so.
I then test out the Deus Ex Machina in earnest, shining beams of law-infused sunlight everywhere, creating another miniature Judgement, and inscribing burning Correspondence symbols on the air that enforce a specific law around themselves in a small radius. This thing looks wonderfully useful. I then test out the Abolisher, temporarily abolishing the law of gravity, first law of motion, and limit on the speed of light, before quickly reinstating each with the Deus Ex Machina. That's partially why I made it, after all, to be a check on the Abolisher and reinstate the laws it removes. I then use the Abolisher's ability to summon up its miniature black hole-like Judgements, noting that they seem to abolish laws near them rather than instate them as a Judgement would. I create a small replica of the Iron Republic itself, a place where laws are mutable, if not completely gone, and can be changed by the wills of those inside. It's in the name, really, a Republic. Nevertheless, everything is still decidedly weird there. There are no real constant laws, and that contributes to such things as your fears waiting on the dock for you as you pull up in a ship. It quickly becomes quite surreal, with things like clouds raining condensed green, and so I once again turn to Deus Ex Machina and sweep a wash of light over the whole thing. The clouds shrivel, the liquid disappears, and everything is normal again. Well, normal for Minecraft. Although I do wonder if this Abolisher could be used to abolish the illusion or idea that Minecraft is a game for someone who never previously knew so. What are beliefs but laws in the head, after all, and our own mind the Black Iron Prison that chains us.
I grasp my own copy of Cipher's Call, before it vanishes and appears as a blue tattoo burned into the middle of my forehead, in a rough triangle with my other two eyes. Hah. Third eye symbolism, ho! In any case, I momentarily look at the TARDIS. The tattoo is mirrored on my simulacrum, before it also looks at Eric, chanting,
I pull out a duplicate of Cipher's Call(Since I kind of destroyed my first to make the Englishtop) and brand it onto my left hand, joining the chant.
Cogitatio supra oculum; cogitatio supra omnes.
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@Crystal: Random thing, I think that last part can apply to Wilson actually.
@Generic: How about... Nectar Cake... Zeus... and Ambrosa?
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Current status: owner missing _ Total wealth = 487$ _ Wilson's charges B: 82/50 (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)
Fseftr: 330$ (basically infinite)
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You know what, I'll drop this whole outer gods thing. I dislike where its been heading. I feel like whenever I try to say something along these lines, I just make a fool of myself because, to me, all these rules about the Fourth/Fifth Wall, what lurks in the Void, universal resets, pantheon scale, doomed plotlines, and all this stuff about inter universal travel and interactions just popped up behind my back. I don't understand any of these secret rules or characters or whatever. I don't even know where half these proper nouns come from. In Netpatham's latest post alone, there are 12 proper nouns I'm clueless about. I never had any part in how these rules were formed. I don't know when or even IF they were formed at all. I was too busy stuffing Wilson full of all these tiny character quirks, bits of symbolism, and acts of foreshadowing that most people aren't even going to notice, such as how he likes swimming and how he kinda enjoys tight spaces. I might be the master of the micro character, but I'm clueless to the macro world multi-omni-super-cross-timeline-mega-ultraverse thing or whatever its called (I used to know the word for everything... but now... it all just sounds like gibberish...). And if anything is going to make me say no to volunteering myself as tribute GM, its going to be that one fact.
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But I don't really have anyone else to blame but myself. Here I am... planning out Willow's story... and in it, the stakes are so low. No planets are at risk of destruction, no millions of lives are being threatened, no imbalance in the universe... Nether, there's actually only one part where its a real life or death situation, and even then its only two lives in the balance (gee, I wonder who...). But I kinda like that. No one else seems to though. And so, with all my efforts spent elsewhere, I'm clueless out of my element. Anyway... depressing rant over... Time for some kinda depressing RP! YAY!!!
((@Tazz: Well, I suspect you know what word I thought it was. Whatever. This works too, so I'll roll with it. Although now it paints Wilson as not just naive, but naive to the point of stupidity.))
Yes... I'm really naive. But don't you think that's a little... forward? Implying that a relationship is solely for... that? I thought the ideal relationship was genuinely caring for the other person. But then again, I am naive and stupid like that... ... wait... what happened with... that person who came in? It happened too fast... Where did you go also?
Wilson spends a couple seconds focusing on Ereyle, trying to tell who this untrustworthy soda liking individual is.
I... I... I've seen you... before... I might not remember your name, but I remember what you did. Two things actually... One of which is a far worse and older crime, and one I didn't witness myself. Maybe mentioning a certain... white island would spark your memory as to what it was. But the one I remember myself... is so small... yet disturbing. You're very... prideful. You're an elf or... something like that. And when you heard someone insult elves in general, you, despite their rampant apologies, systematically hunted them down, and destroyed them. Do you remember that? I barely do because it was months ago. I might have misread it from my vantage point though. But anyway, sorry, but I can't trust you. I agree with Eric. ... wait... what are you...
Wilson looks visibly disturbed by Ereyle's sudden chanting and that look turns to fear as others join.
What are they... doing... its creepy... and... left hand... I don't like it! Stop! I... The simple... I... Stop!
Even if the chant is harmless, which by lyrics it is, but by delivery is not, Wilson stumbles backwards and falls off the bench. Scrambling to his feet, he quickly finds the first break of color in the wall, indicating a corridor, and runs off down it just to get away from the chants, leaving his soda to fizz itself out.
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cc: oh look, ire was kno(c)ked un(c)ons(c)ious.
cc: i ge(t) (t)o make my own pos(t) now. wonderful.
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-(c)harge-
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pos(t)s hold plen(t)y of po(t)en(t)ial power. le(t)'s (t)hink (t)his (t)hrough.
ire has (t)ha(t) ne(c)kla(c)e, the opera(t)or summoning proxy...
(t)ha(t)'ll le(t) me a(c)(c)omplish s(t)ep one.
i (t)emporally (t)ake physi(c)al form, and appear a few fee(t) away from (t)he unlo(c)ked (t)ardis; idio(t)s lef(t) (t)he door open. i (t)hen pro(c)eed in(t)o (t)he horrendous blue box, and inser(t) myself in(t)o (t)he sys(t)ems of (t)he fragile machine. (t)he hear(t) of (t)he (t)ardis migh(t) wan(t) (t)o mess wi(t)h me. bu(t) i (c)an ensure my safe(t)y.
Chaos then proceeds to spin several glitched shards near the TARDIS’s heart before it can do anything. They're primed to burst at the slightest provocation.
i (t)hen warp (t)hrough (t)he sys(t)ems a(t) re(c)ord-speeds, and end up near (t)he room where ire is. a sylladex is easy (t)o ha(c)k. shouldn’(t) be a problem.
Chaos then takes physical form and appears next to Ire. With a quick swipe, chaos manages to both hack Ire’s sylladex, and loot the Proxy. He is then sighted by Golden Freddy, who simply stares ahead.
...hello. i saw you (t)here, bu(t) you aren’(t) mu(c)h of a (t)hrea(t), really.
Chaos then runs a quick scan on the Hydra... thing.
in(t)eres(t)ing design; swi(t)(c)hes be(t)ween (t)wo forms a(t) will. feel free (t)o shoo(t), i’m sure i (c)an gu(t) you of every las(t) wire in your body before you (c)an ge(t) a single sho(t) off.
Chaos stands on guard, ready to escape and deal with any attackers in the area.
now, jus(t) le(t) me head on (t)hrough...
(Remember: Nobody's ever actually seen Chaos, besides some mostly-dead Tabletop Soldiers.)
Why sun, why? Go up faster, i am in the mood to bite someones head off!
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Oh my Goggalor i have been pretty much starving the entire time while providing healing for everyone. [BEEP]. There is the blue box, I could just go in there and search for a kitchen. Do they have meat and sugar? Please let them have meat and sugar. I don't want to bite someones head off who i am not supposed to.
> Burnt!K4yne: Attempt to enter TARDIS. If successful, make way to the kitchen. It's so much bigger on the inside, there must be a kitchen.
Something big IS coming. I was just trying to see if it worked. You never know.
Also, I see you plopped this down in front of the thread:
BREATH OF LIFE
"Reusable invincibility"
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I use my quickselling skills to get paid and then afterwards throw all the Refined at where I think the Godmodder might be before picking it all back up and trading it for 2 Keys, which I then swing around where the Godmodder ought to be.
((@net: And now you see why I didn't want to get the Discworld characters involved. I'm referencing them now for later use, but I'm tired right now, and need to reread a number of the books for when I actually DO get around to using them. And I do remember that now, and it was a bit stupid of me, but seriously, could you cut back a bit on trying to jump on my characters? The last thing I need right now is a brand new batch of characters jumping into the game right when the session is ending, and you're trying to drag in the entire cast of the various Ankh Morpork hijinks.
@eldritch gods: *sigh* I'm not going to bother arguing this. It came up because of one lousy line, but seriously, we have a bit too many 'reality depends upon it' characters. Heck, as powerful as mine are, at least I don't go about saying you can't stop them for fear of breaking reality. But whatever, this isn't an argument that should have happened in the first place, and I'm just as much, maybe a little more, at fault as erelye, so let's just call can of worms on this topic and bring it back up only if it ever becomes relevant.
@talist: I think that half the confusion is coming from the fact that a number of people don't know the corresponding pieces of information, but either don't realize it or don't want to admit they do, and the other person doesn't explain everything to the other people beforehand because they don't know they need to. This conversation is going on on two topics. Net's is high involvement with Discworld, and RP, so any questions could be answered. Erelye's is a power scale discussion, which is really just a pain in the neck because for all the research and looking up of things I can do, I haven't actually been able to get my hands on a copy of Lovecraft's work, and since me and Erelye are arguing from slightly different perspectives, the discussion is going to go nowhere.
Also, its just multiverse. If we go any bigger than that, things are just going to get silly. And I think you're fine. Wilson's conflict is almost more important, because, well, with all the multiversal conflicts going on, just this one little thing is almost a lynchpin. It's kind of neat.
Also, for heavens sake people, I didn't open up the TARDIS so you guys could start trouble! I'm looking at you ire. erelye and generic, I know I probably brought that upon myself, so I'm going to leave you be, but that chant really didn't make me happy.))
Eric turns to face ((Tempo I think it is? Dang it, and here I was thinking I'd got people down and suddenly I realize I never figured out which of generic's characters speak in what color))
Have you had dealings with eldritch abominations before?
When a cultist or disciple of any of them, let alone the entire ring, comes bearing gifts, a smart person is very, very careful.
Regardless of whether or not they are more or less powerful than people think, anyone can be dangerous.
And this is not a can of worms I want to risk opening until a few more people have cleared out.
For more reasons than one.
Maybe I will look at the package, but so far, you haven't done much to reassure me that you aren't trying to kill me with the Necronomicon, or something equally bad.
Hank points the knockback cannon at the animatronic
They way you're acting, the job offer does not extend to you.
Stop picking fights, or get back into the deep TARDIS, understood?
When (c)haos attempts to enter the TARDIS, all conversation is interrupted by him bouncing off the air where the doorway is.
Did you forget that the TARDIS was a living thing? Anyone trying to get in without being noticed is not up to any good, and its sort of obvious, even from the beginning of that first sentence.
Anyways, what with things bumping into the TARDIS, and two people standing near the doorway performing a chant that OOC I'm fairly certain is summoning Bill Cipher, Hank decides he's had enough.
That's it! Bar's closed! Good bye! Sanford!
Sanford, who had taken up a position at the control panel when Hank moved, hits several buttons, generic, erelye and ire are all teleported a fair distance away from the TARDIS.
Hank turns to the animatronic.
And now for our last perpetrator. What choice are you going to make?
Hank!
Eric is marching up to Hank from the entrance.
What?
That was completely out of line.
Hank turns back to Eric.
Oh? Because you seemed to have it so well under control.
We look out for each other Eric, but honestly, you can't give everyone the benefit of the doubt.
If you do, they'll take that advantage to grab you by the neck and pull you into a death roll.
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I examine the Burgundy Psionic Diffuser, the Bronze Psionic Diffuser, and the Ochre Psionic Diffuser. That's a rather excessive name, honestly. I think (blood color) Diffuser would be just fine, but whatever. Now, for the other three. The last three things I shall alchemize. As such, I alchemize Psionic Diffuser && Cobalt Blood (1/???), Psionic Diffuser && Purple Blood (1/???), and Psionic Diffuser && Fuchsia Blood (1/???).
I heal Split with the decomposing life energy of a severed arm. Then, I give it to him. You know the deal. I would write something longer, but... just look at the size of the TARDIS bit. Hah.
Back on the TARDIS, some time before the cultist chant Generic, Crystal and I spoke was ever uttered, I turn to glance at Wilson.
Ah, yes. People are still seeking me out and trying to assassinate me to this very enquier for my obliteration of the Isle of Otherwhere. They're mainly cultists, seeing as the dragon I disposed of was a fragment of a monolithic horror underneath the Red Sea which somebody aligned with you seems to think was slain in a certain manor in another universe, though this was a mere Aspect. Hah. In fact, the dragon's main goal was to further along the quest to unseal this master of the Red Sea once more; for context, this would result in it devouring reality. But, that's not much of a larger deal anymore.
I'd seriously doubt that I killed somebody for insulting elves. There was likely some sort of ulterior motive, seeing as elves are fat wet bags of meat genetically and culturally predisposed to violence withering under the oppressive tyranny of time, and puppeteered by the arbitrary whims of natural selection, just like the rest of organic life. If I had any real choice in the matter, I would say that I enjoy wearing elven skin in the same way a psychopathic killer back on a planet named Earth, called Jack the Ripper, enjoyed wearing clown masks. He may or may not have asked me not to tell, but what has he done for me lately? Hah. Just remember, Laiko. The cult's always watching, and nobody is safe. Not even Build right here, watching us. Hah.
I gesture in no particular direction, though it is evident that I am staring directly at Twin through the Update Terminal. Several moments after Generic, Crystal, and I perform our cultist chant (which was not designed to summon Bill. Do you even know how to summon Bill? Why would I summon Bill in a refugee camp?), my hologram looks directly at Eric, its eyes seemingly boring into his soul. Without hesitation, I snap my fingers. Everything goes different shades of gray, save my amethyst hologram, and Eric's form. Time seems to cease for all save the two of us.
If you're going to force me out in a manner that defies what is essentially freedom of religion, though it isn't exactly a religion, nor was it even harming others, I may as well do this. Nobody can hear us now. Largely because we're in the realm of the mind. Where do I begin?
I seem to actually leave the projection space, floating about, oddly, not taking my eyes off Eric.
First, the warnings. Whether you like it or not, the vast majority of the people you've indicted or will indict don't exactly like you. If I were you, I would watch my back. Virtually nobody is not morally decrepit in this realm; we've spoken about the morally decrepit before, though. I can practically smell their coup-planning. Next, the example. I doubt you'll listen if I don't make you associate this friendly warning with a strong emotion, anyways.
I look away from Eric. Immediately, smooth, oily black tentacles tear their ways through the fabric of reality, wrapping Eric up in a inescapable web of tentacular shapes. With a flick of my finger, the tentacles bear Eric upwards, leaving him suspended. Oh, yes. That reminds me. The tentacles separate around Eric's neck, leaving an open space. Or so one thought. Slowly, gradually, a tentacle wriggles its way through Eric's throat, destroying the vocal chords in the process. No need to hear people scream or chant, after all. With a thought, the tentacles all shift to merely holding Eric suspended by the wrists and ankles. No attempts to escape have worked thus far, nor will they in the future. Amethyst static surrounds my holographic form, and I disappear. Suddenly, Eric happens to feel a piercing sharp pain directly in the center of his chest. The quiet overtone of crackling and shifting beneath the pure silence of the situation denotes my hologram's position behind him. Hah. I twist the dagger-surgical scalpel amalgamation sticking out of Eric's back slightly, before carefully slicing upwards, parting the skin in moments, revealing glistening bone and shredded muscle beneath. With the precision and calculation of the unfettered researcher I am, I quickly carve away specific parts of his skin. I make a hand gesture, and violet energy surrounds the large patch of flesh I just cut around, sparking slightly. Within several moments, the flesh just tears itself from Eric's body, floating to the floor. With a precise psionic movement, I manage to tear any ribs away from the section I cleaved away, disintegrating them in an instant. Eric is still unable to move or speak. Let's see here. I mutter something under my breath, before I appear to whip out a holographic version of the Hazel Wand, and swiftly put it away. A searing pain in Eric's abdomen indicates the fact that a curse was likely cast. There we go. A singular drop of Nightmare Fuel lies, buried within Eric's circulatory system, just within an artery. With a slight bit of guiding, the thing embeds itself in the wall of the artery, utterly still. I watch, and wait, doing absolutely nothing. Blood circulating throughout the artery is attracted to the drop, stopping abruptly around it in a manner akin to some sort of magnetic attraction. In moments, the blood begins to congeal under the influence of the shadowy liquid, before beginning to clog the bodily passage with twisted, red, slimy, impurity-ridden material. More and more blood circulates through the system, slowly coming to a rest at this horrendous amalgamation of clotted blood centered around a singular drop of liquid squeezed from Dark Petals through the handy usage of a Prestihatitator. Slowly, the blood requires more and more space, pushing outwards on the body to do so. The excess amounts of matter in a singular location form an unsightly lump as the essence of the Nightmare Fuel tears away at the flesh within, leaving nothing but less than an inch of skin between the now-hollow bodily chamber filled with semifluid material, and the outside world. This unsightly shape pushes outward more and more, stressing the skin around it, which feebly attempts to hold it stably. The flesh begins to wear away, tearing ever so slowly and slightly, around this odd organic shape. I wait for several more moments, until the thinly-stretched chamber's outward force proves too strong. The thing bursts, and copious amounts of intermixed semi-congealed blood and pus come oozing out, coating the floor. I proceed to move forward once more, driving the surgical blade directly into one of Eric's organs, waiting for it to implode, before cleaving downwards, puncturing as many non-vital organs as possible. Then, I pull my holographic hand out of the gaping hole, before stepping back slightly. I telekinetically create a microscopic hole in Eric's head, going from air to brain. Then, I pull out a pair of tweezers, a shard of some purple crystal firmly grasped with the clamps. Without an instant to spare, I drive the shard of crystal directly into Eric's brain, putting the tweezers away. Surprisingly, he isn't dead yet, or even unconscious. I make one final slice all the way across Eric's body, before putting the surgical-arcane utensil away. I wave my hand, and a large amount of Indigo Flame roars to life in my right palm. My eyes seemingly glow with orchid light for a moment, until I speak.
Apologies for having to literally vivisect you to show the importance of my point. At this point, it would be reasonable to say I am going to be labeled some sort of major antagonist by the all-seeing eyes of everyone watching this, and that you will eventually wage multiversal war against Grayhold in an attempt to bring me to your sick and twisted sense of justice. But, remember this.
Your wards aren't nearly as strong nor as all-encompassing as you think. Not everyone you trust has the motives you think they do. It's almost as if those of your inner circle were being mind-controlled into doing what would best advance your existential life story. Hah. No hard feelings, Eric, but I'd better be off.
I float into the air, glowing with amethyst light.
But know this. The moment approaches when the moon shall fall, and with it, the world. The End Times are already here, and history certainly won't be written by those who can't come out on top. Remember: the moon you know and love is a two dimensional disc put in place by the governments of the world to hide alien surveillance technology, and the governments of the world are an evolutionary mistake where humans evolved from lizards instead of apes, resulting in hyperintelligent reptoids who drink the blood of humans to retain human form while they dictate the world's actions and control your thoughts. Also, the cult's eyes see many things, and you aren't safe even when you think you are. Truth is just a lie told by potent liars to get you to believe what they say, after all.
I begin to disappear as amethyst energy encircles my form, and rages around the area. I have to shout over the roaring of arcane magics to make myself heard.
IT'S ALL AN ILLUSION! BYE!
And, with that, everything goes black moments after I disappear. The moment Eric opens his eyes, he finds that he is standing in the TARDIS, that he is perfectly fine, not having felt any sensations of pain since the venture into the mindscape, and that color has returned to the world. No time seems to have passed since I initially snapped my fingers, almost as if Eric hallucinated the entire event. However, both my hologram and the package are gone.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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Picture of Skaia && Bow = The Cosmic Progeny (Level 10: 11/11)
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-26, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-2, 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 finish The Cosmic Progeny, then fuse it with the Thorny Bow, Ends of the Earth, and Zodiac's Azimuth.
((Yeah I haven't really explained it repeatedly so that's understandable. Anyways I (Tempo) speak in blue, and my Split (Beat) speaks in the other color. Oh, and even though I probably shouldn't tell you this, we're not summoning anything.))
Hah. I suppose I haven't. Anyways, let's just say that I'm evaluating you same as you're evaluating us, I have no affiliation with eldritch beings (perhaps a slight bit too far on the other side), I'm not going to kill you, and this is really all a return to my roots. Admittedly not the best roots to return to, but I'll leave it at that.
I then put Sanford to sleep before he teleports me out.
((Edritch: I agree at this point. There's not much more to argue at this point.))
((Talist: I feel like you're making an RP at the expense of knowing how much is actually at stake. I agree, sometimes the plot is overblown, and the player plots even more so in several cases. I am not an exemption, but I haven't even started actually RPing yet. Also, derp on my part there.))
Golden Freddy really didn't want to talk to Wilson much further at this point.
Then everything else happened. Eldritch chanting of some latin. Idiot intruder. And Hank aiming a gun at him.
No matter what happens, Golden Freddy is always ready, and quite a bit happened all at once-the trio of chanters teleported away (package included if Erelye actually left), the idiot intruder met the lovely bouncer that was the TARDIS itself, and Hank threatened various things of Golden Freddy.
"IS THIS HOW WE'RE GONNA GO DOWN. I HAVE DISENGAGED. I AM NOT AIMING MY PRECIOUS HYDRA [REDACTED] AT ANYONE."
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: $332
Battlefield: I heal Split with healing blues, I guess
+2 to Wilson
Tazz Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 10/11
Leftovers AND Focus Sash AND Life Orb AND Charm AND Azure Essence 4/11
Erelye Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 4/11
-TARDIS-
Fine.
After that last word to engie, Blue turns to Golden Freddy.
Let's calm down, no need to start shooting at people just yet.
She quickly adjusts her copy of the Ultraband, the previously invisible forcefield around her quickly becoming a translucent blue, and then looks up again.
((I'm gonna go with a semi-compromise here. They aren't terribly able to move about in reality outside of their avatars, which are 100% killable but regenerate. Those are about as nasty as Aspect fights with the Red Dragon-and Rage was the only one that wasn't cheesed. Remember Rage, Piono? Not terribly killable with all that regen. The actual, whole things are also killable without a reality meltdown, but what would happen would be EXTREMELY close, enough that no-one in their right minds would risk it-think of Existence having 10 HP out of 100,000. That's how bad the blow would be. They rank below the Narrative but above the Author in terms of full power. However, they are not 100% required (merely preferred) and that massive damage would recover relatively quickly. It wouldn't take much to cause a meltdown from that point, though. By which I mean, a Fourth Wall break shortly following or preceding the death of (IE) Yog-Sothoth would kill existence. Happy?))
((Also, Piono, all things considered, I take 'activity' into consideration here. 99% of those higher-tier Eldritch Abominations do not care enough to even send Avatars. If Yog-Sothoth was actively banging on our doors, Your complaints would be justified. This is so not the case. Yog is so unlikely to even bother a rock on the battlefield directly. If he had reason, he'd use his Avatar, which is certainly killable (if boss-level). I find that you have a category of ridiculously OP characters yourself-and it's the MAJORITY-kind of ruins your own point as well. Nyatherloep is THE exception, but he's busy in the Pantheon.))
((OP-scale nerfing, Piono. Remember that. Not enough Charge can ruin entity strength.))
((Ire, I recommend you go watch Markipiler and his Five Nights at Truckboys (Replace the 'Tr' with an 'F' in search). That's closer to what Golden Freddy is here. In this case.))
((My goodness this is a lot of null.))
"YOU SEEM TO BE INCREDIBLY NAIVE. HOW DO I PUT THIS IN A RELATIVE WAY. IT IS HOW YOU MAKE CHILDREN. REPRODUCTION. YOU KNOW. THAT THING." ((stupid redactions! GF said a three-letter word, not a...Considerably longer word.)) "THEN AGAIN, FOXY DIDN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TO 'MAKE CHILDREN' WITH, SO HE USUALLY JUST-UH. FORGET IT."
Freddy kept an eye on the somewhat amusing conversation between Eric and Erelye, trying to disengage. "IF I MAY. WIZORD OF OZ-I MEAN, YOG. YOU ARE AN IDIOT FOR THINKING THAT AN ELDRITCH-COATED PACKAGE WITH HOLOGRAM PROJECTOR IS ANY GESTURE OF GOOD WILL IN MOST CASES. YOU SEEM TO LACK IN COMMON SENSE WHAT YOU MAKE UP FOR IN ELDRITCH MAJJYKS. DOES THAT LOOK FRIENDLY TO YOU? I MEAN. JUST GET A REGULAR HOLOGRAM. OR NOT, AS THOSE THINGS ARE GLORIFIED TELEPHONES. YOU CAN'T STAB THEM, HOLOGRAM-YOU CAN'T STAB OTHERS. REALLY. UNLESS YOU'RE BUYING THAT HARD-LIGHT VERSION. BUT THOSE THINGS. THEY ARE TOO MUCH."
Then Ire came in, chair-rushing Golden Freddy. Static, and he was behind Ire, Hydra...Item raised.
OK, not Hydra item at this point in time. Apparently, the...Item, was an innocuous double for one of the most ridiculous weapons ever, large enough that it was quite mind-boggling how Golden Freddy managed to one-hand it. And it looked to be bulit for one-handed use, even. Basically, the Hydra...item turned into a three-headed Minigun with Hydra heads adorning each part of the weapon: One on the left a regular Gatling gun, one in the center a large railgun, and an odd array of six powerful-looking majjykal wands of various essences on the right-basically a majjykal minigun that fired Magic Missiles instead of bullets. It was realistically large enough that it could conceivably see use as a battering ram as well. The Material seemed to be made of Nirn-local 'Glass' (Not actual glass-a very durable alloy, also very light and usable in light armor. Not the best in the Elder Scrolls verse, but close to the best.). Still didn't justify why he managed to one-hand it. It looked ready to turn Ire into red paste.
Then Hank shot Ire away.
"WELL...DARN."
Static. The Hydra...Item was back to its usual form, but otherwise Golden Freddy hadn't moved otherwise.
"I WAS LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO USE THAT. AND BEFORE YOU JUDGE. SELF DEFENSE. I HAVE MY RIGHTS. AND HE WAS AN AVATAR, HE WOULD RESPAWN. I KNOW HOW THAT WORKS. ALSO. I KNOW SOME OF YOU WOULD PROBABLY BE WILLING TO REMOVE THEIR ARM FOR THIS THING NOW. I GLUED IT TO MY HAND FOR A GOOD REASON. MAYBE STUPID. BUT NO-ONE IS CATCHING ME OFF GUARD. NO-ONE IS STEALING MY PRECIOUS HYDRA...ITEM."
"NOW, JOB OFFER? WHAT JOB?"
Trickster Essence && Grimdark Essence && PS4 && Nether Reactor Core || Card Deck = Infernal Deck (Level 6: 2/7)
Cosmic Whole Blade && Illuminati && λΣ Fragment && Portal Gun && Cheat Engine = Oculus Blade (Level 10: 2/11)
Quantum Armor && Deflector Shields && Exanite && Avast! Antivirus && Disguise Kit = Antinite Armor (Level 10: 2/11)
I'll be making my great escape now!
Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 100%
Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Biological. Transmutation II
Psionic Diffuser && Burgundy Blood = Burgundy Psionic Diffuser (5/6)
Psionic Diffuser && Bronze Blood = Bronze Psionic Diffuser (5/6)
Psionic Diffuser && Ochre Blood = Ochre Psionic Diffuser (5/6)
+1x2 to Generic.
I'm going to make this simple and quick, Piono, due to the fact that I currently have a massive migraine. The forms of the greater Outer Gods' concepts that you see in different realities are essentially like the [#color=#ff0000]Red Dragon[/color#]'s Aspects. They manifest, they are infinitely minuscule portions of the being's full power, with the ability to be killed, and they have bizarrely different, almost paradoxical, outlooks and effects on a universe's fundamental concepts, as has been exemplified with Nyarlathotep with the Dark Pharaoh, and even Yog-Sothoth. Twin has agreed on the memo that Outer Gods would survive universal reboots, due to the fact that they are mostly outside of the universe at the time of the reset. And, besides, as Tazz so rightly said, upwards of 99% of the Outer Gods wouldn't care enough anyways. Secondly, I do not control the Outer Gods very much, if at all; even if I did, you're in no position to complain, as Serpent so correctly said. I'm not exactly following Lovecraft's canon. I'm following my interpretation of it, which happens to be different from that of a racist, anti-Semitic man who happened to write a large number of short stories I happen to enjoy reading. That's all I'm saying. Nothing else.
I grin, looking back to Split.
I can work with that. Let's make a permanent arrangement here. I will provide nigh-unlimited bodies, mainly dissection subjects, some of which may or may not be living, for your enjoyment, replica(?) Scratch body parts, and a business card for the ISM Entity Trafficking Department to you. In exchange, I ask for slightly more than a Miniature Red Sun's worth of pure Red Sun energy to be infused within my body, permanently. Is this fair to you?
I extend my hand, clearly intending for Split to shake it if he agrees.
I heal Split by channeling the life essence of the five points of HP worth of blood that appear to be useless at determining the true nature of the Descendants' resurrective immortality, which likely comes from both the divine energies from Mojang's creation of playerhood, and as a balance to the Godmodder's Omega Plus level abilities.
Meanwhile, on the TARDIS...
I continue to look at Eric.
You certainly haven't had much of a personal experience, then.
I raise my left hand, holding the palm out, showing the triangular tattoo burned into my flesh. Cipher's Call, that is.
Cogitatio supra oculum; Cogitatio supra omnes.
Turn 1/3.
Thaumonomitron && Magic Cueball = Thaumic Oracle 2/11.
I alchemize Thaumic Crystal && Mystic Focusing Crystal (Basically just a crystal that serves as a focus for magic and can channel/direct it.) 1/?
I also alchemize Fourth/Fifth Wall-Breaking Magic (Whichever one separates the audience from the story in this, likely the Fifth Wall) && Simple Crystal Orb (Basically just a housing/shape for whatever this ends up being. I'm looking at this being some way to enhance/weaponize Crystal's fourth/fifth/whatever wall-breaking and such, like that one change-the-skeleton-number-down-incident.) 1/?
+2 to Generic.
I create a socket in the cockpit of the FTL, plugging the Deus Ex Machina into it. This will basically just be a way to use existing alchemies' powers while I'm piloting the FTL, for flavor. I could just use them anyway, but this gives me a plausible flavor reason. Anyway, I test out the socket by channeling the Deus Ex Machina's powers through it, and a light shines from the FTL, coalescing after a second into a mini-Judgement with no laws in it to speak of. I dismiss the Judgement after a second, retrieve the Deus Ex Machina, and teleport out of the FTL and back to Apocalypse Hill, stowing the FTL in my inventory as I do so.
I then test out the Deus Ex Machina in earnest, shining beams of law-infused sunlight everywhere, creating another miniature Judgement, and inscribing burning Correspondence symbols on the air that enforce a specific law around themselves in a small radius. This thing looks wonderfully useful. I then test out the Abolisher, temporarily abolishing the law of gravity, first law of motion, and limit on the speed of light, before quickly reinstating each with the Deus Ex Machina. That's partially why I made it, after all, to be a check on the Abolisher and reinstate the laws it removes. I then use the Abolisher's ability to summon up its miniature black hole-like Judgements, noting that they seem to abolish laws near them rather than instate them as a Judgement would. I create a small replica of the Iron Republic itself, a place where laws are mutable, if not completely gone, and can be changed by the wills of those inside. It's in the name, really, a Republic. Nevertheless, everything is still decidedly weird there. There are no real constant laws, and that contributes to such things as your fears waiting on the dock for you as you pull up in a ship. It quickly becomes quite surreal, with things like clouds raining condensed green, and so I once again turn to Deus Ex Machina and sweep a wash of light over the whole thing. The clouds shrivel, the liquid disappears, and everything is normal again. Well, normal for Minecraft. Although I do wonder if this Abolisher could be used to abolish the illusion or idea that Minecraft is a game for someone who never previously knew so. What are beliefs but laws in the head, after all, and our own mind the Black Iron Prison that chains us.
I grasp my own copy of Cipher's Call, before it vanishes and appears as a blue tattoo burned into the middle of my forehead, in a rough triangle with my other two eyes. Hah. Third eye symbolism, ho! In any case, I momentarily look at the TARDIS. The tattoo is mirrored on my simulacrum, before it also looks at Eric, chanting,
Cogitatio supra oculum; Cogitatio supra omnes.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
I pull out a duplicate of Cipher's Call(Since I kind of destroyed my first to make the Englishtop) and brand it onto my left hand, joining the chant.
Cogitatio supra oculum; cogitatio supra omnes.
Skaia's Bow 50/50 Holding.
Insanity Quiver 41/50
Picture of Skaia && Bow = The Cosmic Progeny (Level 10: 10/11)
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-25, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-2, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Quiver: Godmodder's Taglock, Freeze Program, Jolt Program, Void Program, Null Cube Program, Nostalgia Program, Elemental Tri-Beam Program.
I attempt to buy as many healing things from Wilson as I can afford right now.
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0/0 and 33/50 +1 to Generic and Tazz.
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@Crystal: Random thing, I think that last part can apply to Wilson actually.
@Generic: How about... Nectar Cake... Zeus... and Ambrosa?
The Silicon SteamPunker &&& Bottled Hosi Fire &&& battery = Blinding Light 7/11
Bottled Hosi Fire &&& The Sparker (Wilson's level 8 weapon) = The Lightning Round 9/11
Extended Splash Potion of Charring +1
You know what, I'll drop this whole outer gods thing. I dislike where its been heading. I feel like whenever I try to say something along these lines, I just make a fool of myself because, to me, all these rules about the Fourth/Fifth Wall, what lurks in the Void, universal resets, pantheon scale, doomed plotlines, and all this stuff about inter universal travel and interactions just popped up behind my back. I don't understand any of these secret rules or characters or whatever. I don't even know where half these proper nouns come from. In Netpatham's latest post alone, there are 12 proper nouns I'm clueless about. I never had any part in how these rules were formed. I don't know when or even IF they were formed at all. I was too busy stuffing Wilson full of all these tiny character quirks, bits of symbolism, and acts of foreshadowing that most people aren't even going to notice, such as how he likes swimming and how he kinda enjoys tight spaces. I might be the master of the micro character, but I'm clueless to the macro
worldmulti-omni-super-cross-timeline-mega-ultraverse thing or whatever its called (I used to know the word for everything... but now... it all just sounds like gibberish...). And if anything is going to make me say no to volunteering myself astributeGM, its going to be that one fact..
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But I don't really have anyone else to blame but myself. Here I am... planning out Willow's story... and in it, the stakes are so low. No planets are at risk of destruction, no millions of lives are being threatened, no imbalance in the universe... Nether, there's actually only one part where its a real life or death situation, and even then its only two lives in the balance (gee, I wonder who...). But I kinda like that. No one else seems to though. And so, with all my efforts spent elsewhere, I'm clueless out of my element. Anyway... depressing rant over... Time for some kinda depressing RP! YAY!!!
((@Tazz: Well, I suspect you know what word I thought it was. Whatever. This works too, so I'll roll with it. Although now it paints Wilson as not just naive, but naive to the point of stupidity.))
Yes... I'm really naive. But don't you think that's a little... forward? Implying that a relationship is solely for... that? I thought the ideal relationship was genuinely caring for the other person. But then again, I am naive and stupid like that... ... wait... what happened with... that person who came in? It happened too fast... Where did you go also?
Wilson spends a couple seconds focusing on Ereyle, trying to tell who this untrustworthy soda liking individual is.
I... I... I've seen you... before... I might not remember your name, but I remember what you did. Two things actually... One of which is a far worse and older crime, and one I didn't witness myself. Maybe mentioning a certain... white island would spark your memory as to what it was. But the one I remember myself... is so small... yet disturbing. You're very... prideful. You're an elf or... something like that. And when you heard someone insult elves in general, you, despite their rampant apologies, systematically hunted them down, and destroyed them. Do you remember that? I barely do because it was months ago. I might have misread it from my vantage point though. But anyway, sorry, but I can't trust you. I agree with Eric. ... wait... what are you...
Wilson looks visibly disturbed by Ereyle's sudden chanting and that look turns to fear as others join.
What are they... doing... its creepy... and... left hand... I don't like it! Stop! I... The simple... I... Stop!
Even if the chant is harmless, which by lyrics it is, but by delivery is not, Wilson stumbles backwards and falls off the bench. Scrambling to his feet, he quickly finds the first break of color in the wall, indicating a corridor, and runs off down it just to get away from the chants, leaving his soda to fizz itself out.
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.
cc: ...ow.
cc: ...this was a terrible idea.
Irecreeper has been inflicted with KO for (1) post.
cc: oh look, ire was kno(c)ked un(c)ons(c)ious.
cc: i ge(t) (t)o make my own pos(t) now. wonderful.
/| (t)urn one |/
-(c)harge-
/21 / 25/ da(t)a re(c)overy
-a(c)(t)ion-
pos(t)s hold plen(t)y of po(t)en(t)ial power. le(t)'s (t)hink (t)his (t)hrough.
ire has (t)ha(t) ne(c)kla(c)e, the opera(t)or summoning proxy...
(t)ha(t)'ll le(t) me a(c)(c)omplish s(t)ep one.
i (t)emporally (t)ake physi(c)al form, and appear a few fee(t) away from (t)he unlo(c)ked (t)ardis; idio(t)s lef(t) (t)he door open. i (t)hen pro(c)eed in(t)o (t)he horrendous blue box, and inser(t) myself in(t)o (t)he sys(t)ems of (t)he fragile machine. (t)he hear(t) of (t)he (t)ardis migh(t) wan(t) (t)o mess wi(t)h me. bu(t) i (c)an ensure my safe(t)y.
Chaos then proceeds to spin several glitched shards near the TARDIS’s heart before it can do anything. They're primed to burst at the slightest provocation.
i (t)hen warp (t)hrough (t)he sys(t)ems a(t) re(c)ord-speeds, and end up near (t)he room where ire is. a sylladex is easy (t)o ha(c)k. shouldn’(t) be a problem.
Chaos then takes physical form and appears next to Ire. With a quick swipe, chaos manages to both hack Ire’s sylladex, and loot the Proxy. He is then sighted by Golden Freddy, who simply stares ahead.
...hello. i saw you (t)here, bu(t) you aren’(t) mu(c)h of a (t)hrea(t), really.
Chaos then runs a quick scan on the Hydra... thing.
in(t)eres(t)ing design; swi(t)(c)hes be(t)ween (t)wo forms a(t) will. feel free (t)o shoo(t), i’m sure i (c)an gu(t) you of every las(t) wire in your body before you (c)an ge(t) a single sho(t) off.
Chaos stands on guard, ready to escape and deal with any attackers in the area.
now, jus(t) le(t) me head on (t)hrough...
(Remember: Nobody's ever actually seen Chaos, besides some mostly-dead Tabletop Soldiers.)
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Alchemies[/b][/i]
Remington TCR && Remington 420 = The Remington Graffiti (10/11)
Essence of Random Phrases && Fully Factual Facts (a segment showing random facts) DVD && Digital Designs 9918Z = Rapid Information Blaster (1/?)
MLG Essence && Shrek'd Prepubescence = Cool Ranch Killer (6/11)
Action[/b][/i]
I overheal MORE AG players with Seventh Sin. OVERHEALS FOR EVERYONE!
/rpnull
Why sun, why? Go up faster, i am in the mood to bite someones head off!
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Oh my Goggalor i have been pretty much starving the entire time while providing healing for everyone. [BEEP]. There is the blue box, I could just go in there and search for a kitchen. Do they have meat and sugar? Please let them have meat and sugar. I don't want to bite someones head off who i am not supposed to.
> Burnt!K4yne: Attempt to enter TARDIS. If successful, make way to the kitchen. It's so much bigger on the inside, there must be a kitchen.
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No Joke
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Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
For reasons known only to me, my drone suddenly starts wearing a Hawaiian shirt, sombrero, and a kilt with a large number of pockets in it.
Component A: 31/50
Component B: 31/50
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Something big IS coming. I was just trying to see if it worked. You never know.
Also, I see you plopped this down in front of the thread:
BREATH OF LIFE
"Reusable invincibility"
Action 1/3
Starfall Sync: 47/50
I use my quickselling skills to get paid and then afterwards throw all the Refined at where I think the Godmodder might be before picking it all back up and trading it for 2 Keys, which I then swing around where the Godmodder ought to be.
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
Alchemies
Remington TCR && Remington 420 = The Remington Graffiti (11/11)
Essence of Random Phrases && Fully Factual Facts (a segment showing random facts) DVD && Digital Designs 9918Z = Rapid Information Blaster (2/?)
MLG Essence && Shrek'd Prepubescence = Cool Ranch Killer (7/11)
((@net: And now you see why I didn't want to get the Discworld characters involved. I'm referencing them now for later use, but I'm tired right now, and need to reread a number of the books for when I actually DO get around to using them. And I do remember that now, and it was a bit stupid of me, but seriously, could you cut back a bit on trying to jump on my characters? The last thing I need right now is a brand new batch of characters jumping into the game right when the session is ending, and you're trying to drag in the entire cast of the various Ankh Morpork hijinks.
@eldritch gods: *sigh* I'm not going to bother arguing this. It came up because of one lousy line, but seriously, we have a bit too many 'reality depends upon it' characters. Heck, as powerful as mine are, at least I don't go about saying you can't stop them for fear of breaking reality. But whatever, this isn't an argument that should have happened in the first place, and I'm just as much, maybe a little more, at fault as erelye, so let's just call can of worms on this topic and bring it back up only if it ever becomes relevant.
@talist: I think that half the confusion is coming from the fact that a number of people don't know the corresponding pieces of information, but either don't realize it or don't want to admit they do, and the other person doesn't explain everything to the other people beforehand because they don't know they need to. This conversation is going on on two topics. Net's is high involvement with Discworld, and RP, so any questions could be answered. Erelye's is a power scale discussion, which is really just a pain in the neck because for all the research and looking up of things I can do, I haven't actually been able to get my hands on a copy of Lovecraft's work, and since me and Erelye are arguing from slightly different perspectives, the discussion is going to go nowhere.
Also, its just multiverse. If we go any bigger than that, things are just going to get silly. And I think you're fine. Wilson's conflict is almost more important, because, well, with all the multiversal conflicts going on, just this one little thing is almost a lynchpin. It's kind of neat.
Also, for heavens sake people, I didn't open up the TARDIS so you guys could start trouble! I'm looking at you ire. erelye and generic, I know I probably brought that upon myself, so I'm going to leave you be, but that chant really didn't make me happy.))
Eric turns to face ((Tempo I think it is? Dang it, and here I was thinking I'd got people down and suddenly I realize I never figured out which of generic's characters speak in what color))
Have you had dealings with eldritch abominations before?
When a cultist or disciple of any of them, let alone the entire ring, comes bearing gifts, a smart person is very, very careful.
Regardless of whether or not they are more or less powerful than people think, anyone can be dangerous.
And this is not a can of worms I want to risk opening until a few more people have cleared out.
For more reasons than one.
Maybe I will look at the package, but so far, you haven't done much to reassure me that you aren't trying to kill me with the Necronomicon, or something equally bad.
Hank points the knockback cannon at the animatronic
They way you're acting, the job offer does not extend to you.
Stop picking fights, or get back into the deep TARDIS, understood?
When (c)haos attempts to enter the TARDIS, all conversation is interrupted by him bouncing off the air where the doorway is.
Did you forget that the TARDIS was a living thing? Anyone trying to get in without being noticed is not up to any good, and its sort of obvious, even from the beginning of that first sentence.
Anyways, what with things bumping into the TARDIS, and two people standing near the doorway performing a chant that OOC I'm fairly certain is summoning Bill Cipher, Hank decides he's had enough.
That's it! Bar's closed! Good bye! Sanford!
Sanford, who had taken up a position at the control panel when Hank moved, hits several buttons, generic, erelye and ire are all teleported a fair distance away from the TARDIS.
Hank turns to the animatronic.
And now for our last perpetrator. What choice are you going to make?
Hank!
Eric is marching up to Hank from the entrance.
What?
That was completely out of line.
Hank turns back to Eric.
Oh? Because you seemed to have it so well under control.
We look out for each other Eric, but honestly, you can't give everyone the benefit of the doubt.
If you do, they'll take that advantage to grab you by the neck and pull you into a death roll.
I thought you knew that already.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I'm back! And I see tingle died... And was pretty much a meatshield while the godmodder, the weak godmodder hid in a cave...
He will learn power, not fear...
And than I will avenge you...
MUAHAHAHAHAHA
I guess I have to go on a rage too...
I anyone at anyone nearby in a fury, and afterwards, I kneel and look up into the dark sky and yell GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Hazel Wand: IIIIII (SCRATCHED.)
Runic Shielding: 100%
Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Biological. Transmutation II
Psionic Diffuser && Burgundy Blood = Burgundy Psionic Diffuser (6/6!)
Psionic Diffuser && Bronze Blood = Bronze Psionic Diffuser (6/6!)
Psionic Diffuser && Ochre Blood = Ochre Psionic Diffuser (6/6!)
I examine the Burgundy Psionic Diffuser, the Bronze Psionic Diffuser, and the Ochre Psionic Diffuser. That's a rather excessive name, honestly. I think (blood color) Diffuser would be just fine, but whatever. Now, for the other three. The last three things I shall alchemize. As such, I alchemize Psionic Diffuser && Cobalt Blood (1/???), Psionic Diffuser && Purple Blood (1/???), and Psionic Diffuser && Fuchsia Blood (1/???).
I heal Split with the decomposing life energy of a severed arm. Then, I give it to him. You know the deal. I would write something longer, but... just look at the size of the TARDIS bit. Hah.
Back on the TARDIS, some time before the cultist chant Generic, Crystal and I spoke was ever uttered, I turn to glance at Wilson.
Ah, yes. People are still seeking me out and trying to assassinate me to this very enquier for my obliteration of the Isle of Otherwhere. They're mainly cultists, seeing as the dragon I disposed of was a fragment of a monolithic horror underneath the Red Sea which somebody aligned with you seems to think was slain in a certain manor in another universe, though this was a mere Aspect. Hah. In fact, the dragon's main goal was to further along the quest to unseal this master of the Red Sea once more; for context, this would result in it devouring reality. But, that's not much of a larger deal anymore.
I'd seriously doubt that I killed somebody for insulting elves. There was likely some sort of ulterior motive, seeing as elves are fat wet bags of meat genetically and culturally predisposed to violence withering under the oppressive tyranny of time, and puppeteered by the arbitrary whims of natural selection, just like the rest of organic life. If I had any real choice in the matter, I would say that I enjoy wearing elven skin in the same way a psychopathic killer back on a planet named Earth, called Jack the Ripper, enjoyed wearing clown masks. He may or may not have asked me not to tell, but what has he done for me lately? Hah. Just remember, Laiko. The cult's always watching, and nobody is safe. Not even Build right here, watching us. Hah.
I gesture in no particular direction, though it is evident that I am staring directly at Twin through the Update Terminal. Several moments after Generic, Crystal, and I perform our cultist chant (which was not designed to summon Bill. Do you even know how to summon Bill? Why would I summon Bill in a refugee camp?), my hologram looks directly at Eric, its eyes seemingly boring into his soul. Without hesitation, I snap my fingers. Everything goes different shades of gray, save my amethyst hologram, and Eric's form. Time seems to cease for all save the two of us.
If you're going to force me out in a manner that defies what is essentially freedom of religion, though it isn't exactly a religion, nor was it even harming others, I may as well do this. Nobody can hear us now. Largely because we're in the realm of the mind. Where do I begin?
I seem to actually leave the projection space, floating about, oddly, not taking my eyes off Eric.
First, the warnings. Whether you like it or not, the vast majority of the people you've indicted or will indict don't exactly like you. If I were you, I would watch my back. Virtually nobody is not morally decrepit in this realm; we've spoken about the morally decrepit before, though. I can practically smell their coup-planning. Next, the example. I doubt you'll listen if I don't make you associate this friendly warning with a strong emotion, anyways.
I look away from Eric. Immediately, smooth, oily black tentacles tear their ways through the fabric of reality, wrapping Eric up in a inescapable web of tentacular shapes. With a flick of my finger, the tentacles bear Eric upwards, leaving him suspended. Oh, yes. That reminds me. The tentacles separate around Eric's neck, leaving an open space. Or so one thought. Slowly, gradually, a tentacle wriggles its way through Eric's throat, destroying the vocal chords in the process. No need to hear people scream or chant, after all. With a thought, the tentacles all shift to merely holding Eric suspended by the wrists and ankles. No attempts to escape have worked thus far, nor will they in the future. Amethyst static surrounds my holographic form, and I disappear. Suddenly, Eric happens to feel a piercing sharp pain directly in the center of his chest. The quiet overtone of crackling and shifting beneath the pure silence of the situation denotes my hologram's position behind him. Hah. I twist the dagger-surgical scalpel amalgamation sticking out of Eric's back slightly, before carefully slicing upwards, parting the skin in moments, revealing glistening bone and shredded muscle beneath. With the precision and calculation of the unfettered researcher I am, I quickly carve away specific parts of his skin. I make a hand gesture, and violet energy surrounds the large patch of flesh I just cut around, sparking slightly. Within several moments, the flesh just tears itself from Eric's body, floating to the floor. With a precise psionic movement, I manage to tear any ribs away from the section I cleaved away, disintegrating them in an instant. Eric is still unable to move or speak. Let's see here. I mutter something under my breath, before I appear to whip out a holographic version of the Hazel Wand, and swiftly put it away. A searing pain in Eric's abdomen indicates the fact that a curse was likely cast. There we go. A singular drop of Nightmare Fuel lies, buried within Eric's circulatory system, just within an artery. With a slight bit of guiding, the thing embeds itself in the wall of the artery, utterly still. I watch, and wait, doing absolutely nothing. Blood circulating throughout the artery is attracted to the drop, stopping abruptly around it in a manner akin to some sort of magnetic attraction. In moments, the blood begins to congeal under the influence of the shadowy liquid, before beginning to clog the bodily passage with twisted, red, slimy, impurity-ridden material. More and more blood circulates through the system, slowly coming to a rest at this horrendous amalgamation of clotted blood centered around a singular drop of liquid squeezed from Dark Petals through the handy usage of a Prestihatitator. Slowly, the blood requires more and more space, pushing outwards on the body to do so. The excess amounts of matter in a singular location form an unsightly lump as the essence of the Nightmare Fuel tears away at the flesh within, leaving nothing but less than an inch of skin between the now-hollow bodily chamber filled with semifluid material, and the outside world. This unsightly shape pushes outward more and more, stressing the skin around it, which feebly attempts to hold it stably. The flesh begins to wear away, tearing ever so slowly and slightly, around this odd organic shape. I wait for several more moments, until the thinly-stretched chamber's outward force proves too strong. The thing bursts, and copious amounts of intermixed semi-congealed blood and pus come oozing out, coating the floor. I proceed to move forward once more, driving the surgical blade directly into one of Eric's organs, waiting for it to implode, before cleaving downwards, puncturing as many non-vital organs as possible. Then, I pull my holographic hand out of the gaping hole, before stepping back slightly. I telekinetically create a microscopic hole in Eric's head, going from air to brain. Then, I pull out a pair of tweezers, a shard of some purple crystal firmly grasped with the clamps. Without an instant to spare, I drive the shard of crystal directly into Eric's brain, putting the tweezers away. Surprisingly, he isn't dead yet, or even unconscious. I make one final slice all the way across Eric's body, before putting the surgical-arcane utensil away. I wave my hand, and a large amount of Indigo Flame roars to life in my right palm. My eyes seemingly glow with orchid light for a moment, until I speak.
Apologies for having to literally vivisect you to show the importance of my point. At this point, it would be reasonable to say I am going to be labeled some sort of major antagonist by the all-seeing eyes of everyone watching this, and that you will eventually wage multiversal war against Grayhold in an attempt to bring me to your sick and twisted sense of justice. But, remember this.
Your wards aren't nearly as strong nor as all-encompassing as you think. Not everyone you trust has the motives you think they do. It's almost as if those of your inner circle were being mind-controlled into doing what would best advance your existential life story. Hah. No hard feelings, Eric, but I'd better be off.
I float into the air, glowing with amethyst light.
But know this. The moment approaches when the moon shall fall, and with it, the world. The End Times are already here, and history certainly won't be written by those who can't come out on top. Remember: the moon you know and love is a two dimensional disc put in place by the governments of the world to hide alien surveillance technology, and the governments of the world are an evolutionary mistake where humans evolved from lizards instead of apes, resulting in hyperintelligent reptoids who drink the blood of humans to retain human form while they dictate the world's actions and control your thoughts. Also, the cult's eyes see many things, and you aren't safe even when you think you are. Truth is just a lie told by potent liars to get you to believe what they say, after all.
I begin to disappear as amethyst energy encircles my form, and rages around the area. I have to shout over the roaring of arcane magics to make myself heard.
IT'S ALL AN ILLUSION! BYE!
And, with that, everything goes black moments after I disappear. The moment Eric opens his eyes, he finds that he is standing in the TARDIS, that he is perfectly fine, not having felt any sensations of pain since the venture into the mindscape, and that color has returned to the world. No time seems to have passed since I initially snapped my fingers, almost as if Eric hallucinated the entire event. However, both my hologram and the package are gone.
Skaia's Bow 50/50 Expending.
Insanity Quiver 43/50
Picture of Skaia && Bow = The Cosmic Progeny (Level 10: 11/11)
(Potions of Critmist: 24)(Potions of Nectar: 2)
ALCHEMY SHOP: Talist-26, Gutza1-20, Tazz-3, crystal-2, pit-2, net-0. Pay x in +2s for an alchemy that takes x posts on my end to make. Alternative pay methods can be discussed.
Quiver: Godmodder's Taglock, Freeze Program, Jolt Program, Void Program, Null Cube Program, Nostalgia Program, Elemental Tri-Beam Program.
I finish The Cosmic Progeny, then fuse it with the Thorny Bow, Ends of the Earth, and Zodiac's Azimuth.
((Yeah I haven't really explained it repeatedly so that's understandable. Anyways I (Tempo) speak in blue, and my Split (Beat) speaks in the other color. Oh, and even though I probably shouldn't tell you this, we're not summoning anything.))
Hah. I suppose I haven't. Anyways, let's just say that I'm evaluating you same as you're evaluating us, I have no affiliation with eldritch beings (perhaps a slight bit too far on the other side), I'm not going to kill you, and this is really all a return to my roots. Admittedly not the best roots to return to, but I'll leave it at that.
I then put Sanford to sleep before he teleports me out.
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((Edritch: I agree at this point. There's not much more to argue at this point.))
((Talist: I feel like you're making an RP at the expense of knowing how much is actually at stake. I agree, sometimes the plot is overblown, and the player plots even more so in several cases. I am not an exemption, but I haven't even started actually RPing yet. Also, derp on my part there.))
Golden Freddy really didn't want to talk to Wilson much further at this point.
Then everything else happened. Eldritch chanting of some latin. Idiot intruder. And Hank aiming a gun at him.
No matter what happens, Golden Freddy is always ready, and quite a bit happened all at once-the trio of chanters teleported away (package included if Erelye actually left), the idiot intruder met the lovely bouncer that was the TARDIS itself, and Hank threatened various things of Golden Freddy.
"IS THIS HOW WE'RE GONNA GO DOWN. I HAVE DISENGAGED. I AM NOT AIMING MY PRECIOUS HYDRA [REDACTED] AT ANYONE."
"...OR ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME."
/null
Chaos bonps the door of the TARDIS. Somebody actually locked the door.
well (t)hen.
Chaos slinks away, and starts to come up with a plan...
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
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: $332
Battlefield: I heal Split with healing blues, I guess
+2 to Wilson
Tazz Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 10/11
Leftovers AND Focus Sash AND Life Orb AND Charm AND Azure Essence 4/11
Erelye Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 4/11
-TARDIS-
Fine.
After that last word to engie, Blue turns to Golden Freddy.
Let's calm down, no need to start shooting at people just yet.
She quickly adjusts her copy of the Ultraband, the previously invisible forcefield around her quickly becoming a translucent blue, and then looks up again.
Continue.
/null
Chaos then goes on the Doctor Who Wiki.
...wha(t)'s up wi(t)h (t)ha(t)? (t)he (t)ardis (c)an'(t) survive a hi(t) from a (t)rain. a(t)leas(t), no(t) wi(t)hou(t) siege mode.
Chaos then proceeds to begin a construction, in an attempt to break in.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)