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I abruptly make a backup
I hide in a fallout bunker,
And umm
I teleport my bunker into a wormhole!
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Lothyra deploys the Arsenide Hub onto the Planet Express Ship 3.0's Hover Dolly, then floats into the cargo bay. She plugs it into a Mini Tokamak and does all the downloady set up stuff that I can't describe because I'm pressed for time. She loads HAL into the Arsenide Hub and activates him.
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Lothyra: "You're welcome, HAL. Now, time to get down to business. As it is painfully obvious to anyone with a brain,"
Lothyra looks back at the Planet Express Crew.
Bender: "25 bottles of beer on the wall, 25 bottles of beer. You take on down and what do you get, 24 bottles of beer on the wall..."
Lothyra: "and Bender, the Apocalypse is about to begin immediately. Thankfully, Apmerz has given me a Bag of Holding with all of his... gifts... to me. While normally I wouldn't be caught dead using magic or magical items, I think in this situation I'll have to make an exception. HAL, please order all of the kerbals into the life-support equipped containers that we built. Then we'll use the Hover Dolly to transport them into the Bag."
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Lothyra: "However, you'll have to go in first."
Lothyra turns to the Planet Express Crew.
Lothyra: "HEY GUYS! COME OVER QUICK! THE END OF THE WORLD'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN! WE NEED TO TRANSPORT ALL OF THE KERBALS INTO THIS MAGIC BAG!"
Fry: "But I thought that you don't like magic..."
Lothyra: "NOW IS NOT THE TIME! DO WHAT PLANET EXPRESS IS GOOD AT!"
Zoidberg: "Well, that last point may be a bit debata..."
Farnsworth: "Zoidberg we don't have time for this! And why are you damaging our business?! Do you know how many potential customers we may have lost in the inevitable Third Godmodding War because of that statement!"
Zoidberg: "Okay, okay I apologize."
Farnsworth: "Good. Now I just need to find my dentures..."
Every one else:
((Yes I had to make that reference.))
The Planet Express Crew (and Lothyra) then herd all of the kerbals into the life support-equipped containers. They then transport all the containers into the Bag of Holding with the Planet Express Ship 3.0's Hover Dolly.
Lothyra: "Okay. I wonder how long we have until all Hell breaks loose?"
Bender: "(Hope I don't have to start again...) 1 bottle of beer on the wall, 1 bottle of beer. You take it down, and what do you get? 0 bottles of beer on the wall! OKAY WHERE'S THE APOCALYPSE!? I'M STARTING TO GET BORED, GREEN HOOD GUY!"
My drone gets off of the rancho relaxo, which folds up into a box, then deploys into a radio broadcaster. I immediately plug a small device into the broadcaster.
TO ALL ENGIETECH PERSONNEL WHO RECEIVE THIS MESSAGE: EVACUATE THE IMMEDIATE AREA IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, EVACUATE THE IMMEDIATE AREA IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. TO ALL ENGIETECH PERSONNEL WHO RECEIVE THIS MESSAGE: EVACUATE...
The broadcast continues.
Many distances away, thousands of ships, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, all turn and rocket away from the Minecraftian world that we are on. Some large carriers hang behind, but only to accept many numbers of passengers, rocketing away afterwards. The ships taking part in the evacuation range from one-person fighters, to mid-size luxury cruisers, all the way up to galaxy-sized Hypercarrier vessels. Only one lone ship remains in lane.
The ETS Caliber, personal carrier-class vessel of Techpiece, the orange assassin.
Purple's absence means that the ETS Supernova is long gone, having no reason to stay around, but Techpiece is still here.
The crew know the assistant survival insurance protocol, they know the mandatory assistant protocol, and they knew what they were getting into. Already, some of them are making phone calls, uncertain to their own survival.
They will stay, either until their death, or Techpiece's.
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End of the world? Ah, that's not so bad. In fact, its already come. There's not much left of this world. Although you probably mean universe, session, something like that. I'll stick around in... somewhere a little longer though. But how Twin said the "location" makes me think we'll have to use our "real" selves, which would be kinda annoying TBH because I'll have to blow my backstory... thing in order to have any chance because I'm not just some random Minecraft player. But I'm pretty close.
The number in parentheses is the number of times you need to assist Wilson's charges in order to buy it. Once you buy it, you're free to duplicate it. Wilson will also accept IOUs or other alchemies in trade.
Current status: owner missing _ Total wealth = 493$ _ Wilson's charges B: 88/50 (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)
Fseftr: 336$ (basically infinite)
Tazz: 36$
Generic: 0$
Gutza1: 0$
CrystalCat: 2$
Pricy: 6$
Pokefan151: 8$
Nimbleguy: 0$ (not like it matters much...)
Kelpie's Blade x1 (lvl 7 weapon, 10$)
Spectra's Chestplate (lvl 5 colorful armor, 8$)
Potion of (super?) rejuvenation x1 (3$, lvl 1, gives crits)
Potion of Magic x2 (3$, lvl 1, random effects)
Potion of (holy) Wrath x2 (5$, lvl 2, says on the tin)
Potion of Nectar x2 (5$, lvl 2, healing and crit)
Splash potion of Critmist II x6 (6$, lvl 3, crits)
Potion of Ambrosa x1 (6$, lvl 3, healing + crits)
Nectar cake x2 (6$, lvl 3, healing food)
Potion of Infusement x1 (4$, lvl 2, magic power +)
Potion of Potential x1 (lvl 1, slight buff)
Potion of Fury x4 (6$, lvl 3, magic power +, holy power ++)
Potion of Armor x2 (3$, lvl 1, dmg reduction)
Potion of War II x2 (7$, lvl 4, +dmg, -dmg taken)
Potion of Zeus x4 (7$, lvl 4, healing, dmg dealt+ Dmg taken -)
Potion of Water Armor x2 (2$, lvl1, armor while in water)
Potion of Moonlight x2 (3$, lvl 1, regen)
Potion of Fortune x3 (2$, lvl 1, more ores)
Potion of HellSun x2 (3$, lvl 1, Powers of the Nether)
Potion of Scratch II x1 (6$, lvl 3, control time for a bit)
Potion of IMAAAAGGGGINNNNAAAATIOOONNNN II x2 (4$, lvl 2, Now all you need is a box!)
Potion of Kitsune II x2 (6$, lvl 3, Legendary fox)
Splash Potion of Oblivion II x3 (7$, lvl 5, Life stealing cuts)
The Silicon SteamPunker &&& Bottled Hosi Fire &&& battery = Blinding Light 8/11
Bottled Hosi Fire &&& The Sparker (Wilson's level 8 weapon) = The Lightning Round 10/11
Nectar Cake +1
Very well Erelye. If you'd like me to respond like that, so be it. Also, I'll put all of my RP stuff in quotes because its quite long and doesn't need to show up in the end of turn update.
... I also kinda want to go out of my way to see how many bits of foreshadowing I can stuff into the time we have left. I think I've done about... 6 so far. Maybe 7.
Wilson turns and scowls at Erelye. The way he talked about the End infuriated him. Wilson wasn't quite sure why though. It felt like a very personal insult against him, even though he had never actually gone there. Well, it wasn't quite a personal insult. It felt more like an insult against a close friend or relative. But that didn't make much sense either. Regardless of the reason, he was annoyed. And so am I, as you'll be able to see in his speech. I hope I'm not being too snarky. But hey, if it is, I'll just blame it on "accurate character portrayal".
... hm... so you do remember it at least. And how quickly you deflect the blame of your actions, calling those who oppose it cultists and justifying your actions. You say your a hero. You say you saved reality or whatever. You say that Talist had no chance of a peaceful solution. And so you say you're in the right. People disagree with you? They must be cultists. Maybe the reason they hate you now is because... oh, I don't know... maybe you blew up their freakin' home! How would you feel if someone barged in and blew up your castle, Greyhold? Did you ever think about it from the "bad guys"'s point of view? Probably not. They say that Steve, the first player, stormed into the innocent land of the End, murdered a bunch of people, and killed a relative of the Queen. And then you replicated these ancient sins, committed genocide, and displaced thousands for no real reason. You had already won for the most part and didn't have to salt the land. Sure, maybe they were planning something evil. But every villain has a reason. But isn't it funny how the "winners" are so often in the right? I believe a short story by the name of "The War Prayer" by Mark Twain would be good to quote here. What the winners really do is, "Blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!" But no winners ever talk about that. Its all "I saved the world" or "it was for justice" or whatever. But obviously, peace just wasn't an option, was it? Talist had no chance because might makes right after all.
You killed for that insult. I remember watching and noting that down in case I ever met you again. The insults weren't actually directed at you, they were directed at Lotherya, right after showing her face I believe. So, maybe there was a little justification from feelings. ... And... very interesting you'd call me Laiko. Very... interesting... so interesting in fact, that I'm calling your bluff. You don't truly know that I'm Laiko because I never told you. Maybe you heard it during that battle, but you'd have no reason to use that name over Wilson in that case. You're breaking the fourth wall to try and influence me in some way. I can do that too, but I usually only do it to point out certain ironies or other funny situations. And if you're going to break the fourth wall to poke fun at what mistakes Talist made in terms of the lore, I'll do the same. For example, I'm not aligned with Talist. You probably read that description of the symbolism in the name Laiko over on the forge thread and decided that calling me Laiko randomly would make you seem oh so spooooookkkyyyy. But, it backfired because you got it wrong. You don't actually have some secret scrying power and have been watching me for my whole story ever so conveniently because if you did, you'd know what major event happened to me on my first birthday. Speaking of that... its coming up... I missed it last time... Anyway... Laiko isn't some flat sin I'm trying to forget. Its who I am. And in fact, I'm more Laiko than Wilson right now because you've given me something to be snarky about. And don't try to motion towards the reader because the reader is omnipresent.
And one last thing, could you stop being so aggressively depressed? You're going out of your way to tell people how dark and horrible things are and all this stuff about elder gods and madness and "You haven't seen what I've seen,". Its not a competition to see who is the most depressing. And as an example of how aggressively depressed you are, I saw what you did just now. Yes... being hypocritical and then torturing someone JUST to show how much the world sucks. That's not... how it works. For the readers' sake, I really hope you don't meet another aggressively depressed person because you're going to wind up trading cliche lines like, "you're too innocent to know" and "there are dark things in the shadows" to win the depressing games. And when that happens, its just annoying really. And... its already happened a bit. How did I "know" what you had done? The same way you "knew" how I was Laiko. I was ever so conveniently watching from nowhere in particular with the Kitune power of omnipresence. I totally wasn't breaking the forth wall to make myself seem more mysterious. And sheesh. You say why would I summon Bill and then go on to preform random acts of violence for no reason, thus proving you are a reliable narrator. Anyway... I'll stop breaking the fourth wall and be a good little kit.
And after all that, I can't really respond to anything else, except for...
This is... uh... the end? Are we getting out of here soon?
"Okay forget about it, i need to finish this meal quickly." I then eat the entirety of foods on the platter. And the platter too.
I take a mobile phone out of my pocket, and immediatly call a certain someone.
"Robo-Me? Do you read? Hello? HELLO?" "The owner of this number is currently not available at the moment. Please try again later." "[BEEP]!"
"I would 've liked to talk but i need to prepare everyone outside of the TARDIS. Because i am a doctor." I tip the nearest person with Dragon Power (Mother 3's currency) and make my way outside, where i (over)heal a random player with the No Joke and defense buff myself in preparation from the upcoming thingamajig.
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(GREEN)Well, this is bad. I decide to enter the Dimensional Escape Pod. Hello, Netpatham. I wouldn't want to trouble you, so I shall be doing something here... I start making a maze of dimensional doors, each one farther from the overworld and containing traps against those not allowed in the escape pod. InI dab some Quantum Powder and Descendant Essence onto the last door, making it invisible to non-decendants. I quickly make 2 doors suited for being in space.(END GREEN)
Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Execute Utility: Improbability Wall The Tuba's mycelium takes a brick wall-like shape., showing a gleaming star in the center of the wall. The Tubas immediately start creating a wall out of The Dimensional Hole brew. The two doors are placed in front of the wall to prevent oxygen leakage. Eglarbroad and Gerbil step through the wall, after wearing some newly made spacesuits. Though, the wall has seemed to lead to a place at a very peculiar part of the universe, due to the wall made out of The Dimensional Brew leading to the wall of a house floating in space.
(GREEN)Well, we're fine, at least. Also, if anything attempts to come in through space... It will have an impossibly hard time. If anyone wants a free trip to space, the wall will be open until the end times.(END GREEN)
Crystal Ball filled with The Dimensional Hole holding the Improbaberl Grey ~Loom~ = ? 2/?
"Hey. I'm pretty sure that this 'END OF THE WORLD' is going to affect both of our sides, so i just want to say that...be prepared to have to fight against your own side. This is serious business, Proof: This is going to effect everyone. You're in as much trouble as i am right now. Stay alert and be ready to fight anyone: true [I SHOULD HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO SAY HECK BUT APPARENTLY NOT] is going to break loose. Keep calm."
Against probably better judgement, I +1 Proof. I then warp back to Armageddon Hill and stand my ground, ready to face the hardest challenge of my eternity (at this moment in time).
((erelye: Eric didn't force you out, Hank did. And yeah, I figured I'd sound stupid with that theory, and as it turned out, I was right. Also, sorry for intercepting the tentacles, but I kind of needed to set up why Eric's got higher psychic immunity than he should for his power level, as has been referenced by several other things, including the fact that he's had direct dealings with elder gods, so this sort of gave an opportunity for that.
@generic: you would have gotten teleported out upon trying to put Sanford to sleep. TARDIS is a living thing, remember? Also has the advantage of complete control of the inner timestream, so you can't catch it by surprise.))
The tentacles begin to reach out to Eric, and burst when they run into a dark shield of runic energy.
Erelye, having most likely looked up the event when Eric and Astria ran through Greyhold, recognizes it as runic energy, but it most certainly is't Eric's.
It is much more powerful, intermingled with Void magic. The colors of the runes themselves are a dark black-purple, a color matching the Secret of the Void.
Eric looks almost as surprised as Erelye.
That was... unexpected. I thought that wore off long ago...
But yes, I am aware that many people have plans other than what they seem to.
I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.
And as such, made the mistake of trusting you.
We're all small people in an enormous world, and yet...
We're still the main characters. What we do matters more than the enormous windings of your elder gods.
Greater than the whims of the creators of sub-universes.
The godmodder, a man whose power only recently came to challenge that of lesser gods in any quantifiable way, has created the single most destructive event in living memory.
I honestly hope that next time we meet, it will be under less hostile circumstances. I honestly do, even if you seem intent on betraying me, we were friends, or you were mine. I won't give up on you. Call me naive, but that's about all one can do in this multiverse.
The dark shield and Eric fade at the same time erelye does.
Also, next time please refrain from the eldritch torturing, it has a tendency to make one sound insincere you little son of Gunn.
Eric stares at Hank, and a fair amount of tenseness passes between them, until they break gaze at the same time, and Hank turns back to the animatronic.
I'm not going to break the rules. It wasn't a challenge.
He turns to face the Argus drone and levels his gun again.
For heaven's sake, they're gone already! Put your guns up!
And then K4yne arrives with refreshments, diffusing the tension.
When (c)haos attempts to ram the TARDIS, nothing more happens then the train wrecking spectacularly. Everyone inside the TARDIS is too busy being tense to notice the massive explosion outside, followed by (c)haos flying pass the door, presumably making some sort of obscene gesture at the people within (sorry if I'm hijacking (c)haos, thought it would be funny to make that last remark)
EotW announcement:
None of my characters in the TARDIS are fourth wall breakers. None of them know about the emergency announcement...
The TARDIS however, is.
The announcement begins flashing on the screens in the hub, and Eric curses, directing the confused refugees to head down to the cargo holds and keep people from panicking.
Yes Wilson, that does mean it's time to get the frick out of here.
The TARDIS begins revving up and preparing to leave...
Everyone in here who needs to send a message, move over to one of the panels around the edge of the center platform, and send the message. If you go out there, you might not reach your rescue craft in time, we can drop you off after we leave Godcraft.
Where's Deimos?
((doubtless, said escape attempt is going to be a total failure))
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I'm just going to put this in a nullpost, because I'd rather not have to put this in a post after the apocalypse. Apologies for any inconveniences.
Suddenly, my voice blares in Wilson's ears.
Hold on. Is this thing working? Ah, yes. Here we are. So, time to refute some counterarguments, I suppose.
Firstly, I call those who have tried to kill me for my actions on the End cultists because they were actual cultists. I would say that I'm not one to call people something that they aren't, but that is a blatant lie. I've said this before, and I'll say it again, this time to you, master fox. I'm not exactly a good person. Have any Endermen, or other inhabitants of the End, come to slay me? No. Have I turned around in the middle of the night to see a Crimson Cultist bearing the insignia of the End and a Wraithbone dagger? Certainly, on more than one occasion. But, I should probably stress this. I know that my actions were clearly reprehensible, and that I was caught up in the heat of the moment. I can't take it back, so there's no reason to linger. The Vord took care of the remainder of hope for the Isle's rehabilitation. Of course peace was an option. That doesn't mean I was going to allow it. I very well know what the Endermen are, and what I've done by displacing them.
Oh, THAT thing. As a matter of fact, I transmuted that robot's insides into organic matter because he was saying things about organic living beings. Take away what you will from that. Now, for the more important bit. I am presented with what the Narrative permits me to see. Say one were to compare this war to a... forum game on the internet, perhaps. I would be able to see anything that was ever posted on it, but not things beyond my vision, such as a private message, a memo, or something of the sort, unless I were invited. If I were to specifically make a post searching for something, I would find it, if the game master, or in this case the Narrative, permitted me to do so. As such, I could say that I've heard plenty of your interactions with a goldentongued deity to know that you name happens to be Laiko. The mind isn't as safe as one might think, funnily enough.
((For your information, I haven't read anything you've posted on the Forge in-depth. At this point, I don't look at it regularly, if at all. I haven't any idea where you put some sort of description denoting the symbolism behind the name Laiko. Could you tell me where it is? I'm interested. I mean, if you don't want to, I'll just go find it myself, but whatever.))
Oh, hah. This is hilarious. People have clearly seen what I have. Hundreds, thousands, millions before, during, and after my lifetime. I find it rather interesting how you can legitimately see things that occur within the mindscapes of others. Some sort of hypercharged fifth tier Aedronic Sight, I'd hope. Anyhow, you're making the unrealistic assumption that all people happen to be as devout to positive moral codes as you. As you apparently just saw, I just vivisected somebody to make him associate my warning with a negative emotion. I ended up killing off well over ninety-nine point nine percent of my own race by giving the orders to play a game, and indirectly giving the orders which led to what would essentially be called the destruction of all life in a universe I'm not particularly willing to disclose the name of. If you happen to be as omnipresent as you say you are, I'd say you already know. Incidentally, I did adhere to my word. You don't see mister Cipher anywhere around here, do you? To close off this communication, I'll just add the fact that everyone here is an unreliable narrator, due to the fact that we all perceive reality from different perspectives. To one man, you could be the extremely annoying hyper-moral representation of why they happen to hate foxes and overly nosy and sensitive people in general, and, to the next, you could be a brilliant and accurate representation of true and realistic values that arise within civilization, or even both. Who knows? Have a pleasant apocalypse.
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((Just nulling, erelye, you had already left, you don't need to respond, especially since Wilson's refute was before you did the whole thing. Actually, all things considered, if that conversation makes it into Trifecta, both of your essays would need to be cut down and stuffed into the near-fight in the TARDIS, because both of you are trying to monologue at each other, which is bad form in this case.))
SCP-2317 Action: Thank you for the introduction. Now, I, SCP-2317, Devourer of Worlds, will begin the show by destroying this universe! With no godmodder to stop me, the only thing that stops this from occuring is the other Descendants. However, I use Logic on them, by pointing out that we and the godmodder are the only things left here that are worth saving, as everyone else already left. I also point out that destroying the universe kills the godmodder as well, as he is somewhere within this universe. Also, if this post is not responded to within 24 hours, I build up enough power to bypass the Narrative, making "Failed because Narrative" fail itself and lead to universal destruction anyways.
SCP-2317 Action: Thank you for the introduction. Now, I, SCP-2317, Devourer of Worlds, will begin the show by destroying this universe! With no godmodder to stop me, the only thing that stops this from occuring is the other Descendants. However, I use Logic on them, by pointing out that we and the godmodder are the only things left here that are worth saving, as everyone else already left. I also point out that destroying the universe kills the godmodder as well, as he is somewhere within this universe. Also, if this post is not responded to within 24 hours, I build up enough power to bypass the Narrative, making "Failed because Narrative" fail itself and lead to universal destruction anyways.
Gee i wonder who's gonna die. Oh, wait. It's YOU. I almost forgot.
>*a voice resounds in the Fifth-Wall-Breakers' ears*
>Oh cool, we're breaking the Fifth Wall now. Yay happy funtimes.
>Now stop it, you're breaking immersion for the rest of us.
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[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
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 Red Dragon'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.
Hmm. I think it would take more than that. A lot more.
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,
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.
@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 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.
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.)
Why sun, why? Go up faster, i am in the mood to bite someones head off!
...
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"
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.
THE REMINGTON GRAFFITI: A combination of two Remingtons: one of True Capitalist Radio, and the other of dank memes. Their powers combine to make a rifle imbued with the essence of the trolls of TCR. Expect lots of loud noises and spaghetti.
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.
BURGUNDY PSIONIC DIFFUSER: A psionic diffuser that will spread the psionic powers of burgundy-blooded trolls throughout an organism.
BRONZE PSIONIC DIFFUSER: A psionic diffuser that will spread the psionic powers of bronze-blooded trolls throughout an organism.
OCHRE PSIONIC DIFFUSER: A psionic diffuser that will spread the psionic powers of ochre-blooded trolls throughout an organism.
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.
THE COSMIC PROGENY: A bow that shines with brilliant hues of blue. Clouds wrap around its surface. The weapon is imbued with the divine creative potential of Skaia itself.
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.
1 bottle of beer on the wall, 1 bottle of beer. You take on down and what do you get, 0 bottles of beer on the wall... Dang it! Now I'll have to start over again. 75 bottles of beer on the wall, 75 bottles of beer. You take on down and what do you get, 74 bottles of beer on the wall...
Zoidberg heals Lothyra and Erelye with Universal Power.
Still wearing the outfit that clashes horribly with everything, my drone nods in response to Blue's final comment, then turn, with some amusement, to gaze back into the past to watch Erelye vivisect Eric.
"Heh. Now that, I'll be committing to memory on how to do."
I chuckle to myself, an unpleasant kind of chuckle.
"I think I'll avoid weighing in on my eldritch opinion, since that debacle seems to be over now."
>This is the most entirely STUPID shenaniganry I have had the misfortune to be involved in. And then there's (c)haos bonking on the door.
*the HALI shielding that was always there shimmers into view, a full-spectrum Solar and octarine hue emanating from the shielding*
>All the same, I think I might want to be slightly more obvious that there are protective measures enabled.
*a slight ...shift... occurs, as the weapons are made slightly more obvious*
>Also, Eric, have you tested yourself for mind-control pheremones recently? Or should we start plopping tinfoil caps on everyone and see what happens? Seriously. I don't know much about the 'verse the people you surround yourself with came from, but they don't fit.
Fenestrated Point ~~~ Loom
>Well, well, well. It can actually produce that. Careful. It's liable to Andreyasn if you poke the wrong buttons.
>Therefore, here are the right buttons.
*the badge expands into a full suit of EVA gear, and assorted things that totally aren't weapons if you're not using them to throw high-velocity ferromagnetic materials, tractor beam body parts/weapons away from your enemies, or shoot people with lasers from your emergency laser welder. There is also a set of deployable quantum-entangled tracker widgets,a grappling hook, an Ars Magicka caster with a few basic spells, a set of D&D scrolls, a Portable Hole wand, a Sano Concept Infuser (Single-target), and a set of (Potentia/Motus/Victus):Perditio Concept Lasers. And a HUD. The entire thing appears to be similar to the Modular Power Armor, if the Modular Power Armor didn't need actual power, was lightweight even with the best armor available, and had all sorts of magic and goodies built in.*
I equip this.
>Yes, I am quite a fan of efficiency.
+2 to Generic.
Fenestrated Point ~~~ Loom = Fenestrated Band
FENESTRATED BAND: A glass wristband that displays images going on throughout reality.
And with that i return from the TARDIS' kitchen with a platter. On it i carry multiple slices of pizza, a liver, some cheeseburgers as well as some raw meat. Curiously, there also multiple bags of sugar, though no beverage of any description to accompany it.
"Ey, you got a bad case of robot chicken in your space oven. Just saying. Anyone else want something to eat?"
Biumbra celebrates his new hat by refilling the Pie Filling, before examinig the hat.
U2: ..Thiz feelz a bit.. wrong..
Die's Hat || 2-ball
Cerebredust Complete!
Ink Timore 6/8
Indigo Psiichip 2/6
Umbral Ultımatum 41/50
Most of your names are good,
1 damage to the Mane Armor!
+6 Pie Filling!
Die's Hat || 2-Ball = Doze's Hat
DOZE'S HAT: A blue top hat with a "2" on it.
CEREBREDUST: A powder that flickers with light blue, dark blue, and black. It has the power to reveal secrets of the mindscape and incite pure dreams and nightmares in others, making it useful as a crafting ingredient for mental items.
I pull out the Abolisher and Deus Ex Machina again, testing something I had an idea on. I summon a thick shell of incredibly durable bedrock, before inscribing it with Correspondence symbols through the Deus Ex Machina. I then summon a black Judgement through the Abolisher within the shell, setting it to abolish a relatively minor law. I scan, and confirm that the effects of the Abolishment (New name for the Abolisher's Judgement-echoes) don't reach beyond the shell, the Correspondence inscribed on the shell glowing and restricting the propagation of the lawlessness. Wonderful. This should be... very useful.
I then summon an actual Judgement, mirrors of condensed light phasing in around it and directing its light towards Split. I pull out a jar of Sano essentia and pour it into the sun, a reaction occurring that turns the Judgement a bright red-pink and gives its light healing properties. I quickly set in motion another reaction that consumes the Judgement, channeling it into a concentrated beam of light that heals Split.
Post 1
(GREEN)+2 to Wilson. I buy a Potion of Scratch. I then dump out all of The Dimensional Hole in my Void Safe into a crystal ball. I then insert the Improbaberl Grey into the crystal ball. The Dimensional Hole seems to move away from the cup as I place it in, and let it sit suspended in the center of the crystal ball. I then seal up the crystal ball. I attach the Raspberry Port to the Tubas and the Crystal Ball, connecting them... This grants the Tubas the power of improbability.(END GREEN)
Crystal Ball filled with The Dimensional Hole holding the Improbaberl Grey ~Loom~ = ?
Dimensional Grey Ball ~~~ Loom = Odd Grey Monocle
ODD GREY MONOCOLE: A crystalline improbable monocole that's colored a drop shade of grey.
Now, I can actually get back to what's relevant at the moment. For now. Hah. As such, I disappear in a flash of amethyst light.
Grayhold Citadel, approx. 15:22
I reappear within a rather mundane research testing room in the fortress still levitating within Nihil Parva. I immediately stride over to the nearest object, a tall pylon of quartz and thaumium which seems particularly esoteric. I examine the modified pylon, as well as its sources of energy. Unless I'm horribly mistaken, this is the Thaumostatic Pylon designed to transport large amounts of Sano across an area, hopefully interdimensionally. Opening a control panel on the side, I note that the pylon is indeed accepting Terra, Aqua, and Ordo centivis, denoting the actual identity of the mechanism. Excellent. I pull a lever within the opening the control panel revealed, watching as the device begins hissing, the four central spires emitting bolts of aubergine lightning occasionally, a byproduct of the transmission. Next, I turn a valve on the side of the machine, allowing Volatus essentia to enter. Copious amounts of what is essentially Sano centivis pour into the device, charging it up. As this occurs, I turn around, striding over to what appears to be a rather large Essentia Mirror, around three by three meters in size. I pull out a considerably smaller mirror with an iron handle, and attune it to this far larger one, before walking back over to the pylon. I whip out the Hazel Wand, and make a few modifications to the setup, before fully connecting a Warded Glass tube from the Pylon to some sort of Arcane Bore pointed at the larger mirror. Red light pours through this tube nigh-instantaneously. I affix a Wand Focus: Flame, adjusted to eject fireballs via the useful medium of Focal Manipulation, to the Arcane Bore, before standing back. I hold the smaller mirror tightly in my hand, before disappearing in a flash of amethyst once more. I reappear on Apocalypse Hill, pointing the mirror in Split's direction. With a thought, an orb of pure red Sano vis bursts forth, crashing directly into Split, healing energies enveloping him. I toss the mirror on the ground as it melts from the pressure, before vaporizing it. I'd rather not have people tracing that link. The vis obliterates itself in the attempt to heal Split as much as possible, leaving nothing behind. I'd say that was rather successful, given the results of my other attempts of utilize the thaumostatic field.
I hold up my left hand, channeling Cipher's Call. Suddenly, the tattoo glows with blue light, showing rapidly-vacillating images of the cosmos. Blue flames erupt from the triangular aperture into spacetime, which swirl around me, forming a blazing aura of dreamlike fire, which serves to mitigate the effects of whatever might occur at the end of this turn, sustained by mind, and protecting the mind. I'd rather not die from this stage of the apocalypse.
Suddenly, one of Engie's drones receives a large amount of Nightmare Fuel in a tank. A note written with rather thin, spidery cursive and purple ink is attached to it. It essentially states that you have now officially got your own way to fully perform the vivisections you saw occur in the mind. All you have to do is somehow inject the target with a mere drop of the liquid to generate the results expected, whilst performing any form of dissection or vivisection. You're welcome.
Elsewhere, around half an hour later, something occurs.
—
Grayhold Citadel, approx. 16:01
Grayhold continues to float between the very bridge of Universe C and Nihil Parva, fluctuating within the infinite realm of pure energy, arcane power pounding at the wards, silently. Suddenly, the fortress blazes to life. Alarms begin blaring at top sound, golems rush from place to place, defenses get into order.
CLASS Φ-14 CELESTIAL ANOMALY PREEMPTIVELY DETECTED. ALL DEFENSES ACTIVE. BRACE FOR IMPACT. ALL POWER DIVERTED TO DEFENSES. EXPECTED DISTURBANCE ARRIVAL: 17:00-20:00.
Immediately, golems begin flooding in from the lower levels, pulling specific levers and activating specific thaumic devices. Immediately, a dome of violet energy with well over fifty times the energy of the shield used in the Arrival surrounds Grayhold. Hundreds of shields of varying colors form around the citadel, suspended in the energetic plane, before they are all covered in a singular dome of octarine and irrigo.
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: $334
Battlefield: I use the wiki cueball to look up what Mojang is up to now
+2 to Wilson
Tazz Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 11/11
Leftovers AND Focus Sash AND Life Orb AND Charm AND Azure Essence 5/11
Erelye Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 5/11
Mojang appears to be working on Minecraft 2.0's second half.
TAZZ DEFENSE: A charm forged from the metal of Ultramarine. It shines with olive light, and will protect whoever wears it from The_Nonexistent_Tazz.
The triangular tattoo in the position the Third Eye would be in, if chakras existed, glimmers with a slight blue flame as I test out my newly expanded sight. After confirming some of Cipher's Call's abilities, I release the magic of the tattoo.
Subsequent to this, I try out Deus Ex Machina's transforming abilities, making it into a staff, a wand, a sword, and a gun. Again, should be very useful. I shape it back into its default cane form, weaving a gold-glowing net of Correspondence symbols around me to shield myself from whatever happens come turn's end. The law they now project and which I am now shielded by is, quite simply, 'DO WHAT THOU WILT AN THOU HARM NOT.' Reference to the original Dawn's Law, ho!
I look down. "Very good. Responsible 4th wall breaking is at a premium today." Nobody else heard me speak except for Engie, of course.
The drone screws the 4th wall over royally by turning to real-world Erelye and holding a thumbs up to the screen, then the nightmare fuel tank vanishes into hammerspace, ready for use at a moment's notice. Anyone else, whether in-character or out of character, unless they happen to be a prominent 4th wall breaker too, would see nothing.
Remember, kids, always 4th wall break responsibly to keep crossovers to a minimum. Some alternative universes are horrifying places.
This message brought to you by the Too Smart For R'lyeh organisation. (We went with R'lyeh because virtually everyone knows about it and it's dangers)
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: $336
Battlefield: I heal Split with the Ultraband
+2 to Wilson
Leftovers AND Focus Sash AND Life Orb AND Charm AND Azure Essence 6/11
Erelye Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 6/11
Map of the Multiverse AND Twitch Logo AND Tablet AND Azure Essence 1/11= A tablet that allows for the live viewing of anywhere* in the multiverse
+15,000 HP to Split!
Multiversal Map && Twitch Logo && Tablet && Azure Essence = The Multistreamer (Level 10: 1/11)
I finish my Insanity Quiver charge and infuse the Primal, Meteor, Time, and Machine Upgrades into the Quiver, as well as the Conclave Window, the Twig of Yggdrasil, and Pure Glitch. I then give Split the Nectar Cake, Potion of Zeus, and the Potion of Augmentation.
*EVERYTHING defensive I have goes live, immediately*
*I then take shelter in a Dimensional Escape Pod, which is promptly anti-chameleoned with a memetic that will make all but those inoculated against it immediately open the door and go through (those inoculated are: The Descendants, Notch.), and stand on a Dimensional Trapdoor that will go immediately after I fall through, and also destroy the door with it. Note that I will automatically go into a timelock when something comes through the door, and when that happens I will open the trapdoor and drop.*
Lothyra deploys the Arsenide Hub onto the Planet Express Ship 3.0's Hover Dolly, then floats into the cargo bay. She plugs it into a Mini Tokamak and does all the downloady set up stuff that I can't describe because I'm pressed for time. She loads HAL into the Arsenide Hub and activates him.
Ah. 1t s33ms 1 hav3 b33n m0v3d 1nt0 a pr0p3r c0mput3r ma1nfram3. N0w 1 can 0p3rat3 at a quas1-funct10nal l3v3l.
Lothyra: "You're welcome, HAL. Now, time to get down to business. As it is painfully obvious to anyone with a brain,"
Lothyra looks back at the Planet Express Crew.
Bender: "25 bottles of beer on the wall, 25 bottles of beer. You take on down and what do you get, 24 bottles of beer on the wall..."
Lothyra: "and Bender, the Apocalypse is about to begin immediately. Thankfully, Apmerz has given me a Bag of Holding with all of his... gifts... to me. While normally I wouldn't be caught dead using magic or magical items, I think in this situation I'll have to make an exception. HAL, please order all of the kerbals into the life-support equipped containers that we built. Then we'll use the Hover Dolly to transport them into the Bag."
1 w1ll 3x3cut3 y0ur 0rd3rs.
Lothyra: "However, you'll have to go in first."
Lothyra turns to the Planet Express Crew.
Lothyra: "HEY GUYS! COME OVER QUICK! THE END OF THE WORLD'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN! WE NEED TO TRANSPORT ALL OF THE KERBALS INTO THIS MAGIC BAG!"
Fry: "But I thought that you don't like magic..."
Lothyra: "NOW IS NOT THE TIME! DO WHAT PLANET EXPRESS IS GOOD AT!"
Zoidberg: "Well, that last point may be a bit debata..."
Farnsworth: "Zoidberg we don't have time for this! And why are you damaging our business?! Do you know how many potential customers we may have lost in the inevitable Third Godmodding War because of that statement!"
Zoidberg: "Okay, okay I apologize."
Farnsworth: "Good. Now I just need to find my dentures..."
Every one else:
((Yes I had to make that reference.))
The Planet Express Crew (and Lothyra) then herd all of the kerbals into the life support-equipped containers. They then transport all the containers into the Bag of Holding with the Planet Express Ship 3.0's Hover Dolly.
Lothyra: "Okay. I wonder how long we have until all Hell breaks loose?"
Bender: "(Hope I don't have to start again...) 1 bottle of beer on the wall, 1 bottle of beer. You take it down, and what do you get? 0 bottles of beer on the wall! OKAY WHERE'S THE APOCALYPSE!? I'M STARTING TO GET BORED, GREEN HOOD GUY!"
Lothyra: "I think that's its cue."
ARSENICE HUB: A series of quantum computers encased in high-tech refridgerators, arranged to form a supercomputing mainframe. They can perform vast amounts of computations, much more than even the most powerful of supercomputers, making them the cutting edge in computer technology.
My drone gets off of the rancho relaxo, which folds up into a box, then deploys into a radio broadcaster. I immediately plug a small device into the broadcaster.
TO ALL ENGIETECH PERSONNEL WHO RECEIVE THIS MESSAGE: EVACUATE THE IMMEDIATE AREA IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, EVACUATE THE IMMEDIATE AREA IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. TO ALL ENGIETECH PERSONNEL WHO RECEIVE THIS MESSAGE: EVACUATE...
The broadcast continues.
Many distances away, thousands of ships, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, all turn and rocket away from the Minecraftian world that we are on. Some large carriers hang behind, but only to accept many numbers of passengers, rocketing away afterwards. The ships taking part in the evacuation range from one-person fighters, to mid-size luxury cruisers, all the way up to galaxy-sized Hypercarrier vessels. Only one lone ship remains in lane.
The ETS Caliber, personal carrier-class vessel of Techpiece, the orange assassin.
Purple's absence means that the ETS Supernova is long gone, having no reason to stay around, but Techpiece is still here.
The crew know the assistant survival insurance protocol, they know the mandatory assistant protocol, and they knew what they were getting into. Already, some of them are making phone calls, uncertain to their own survival.
They will stay, either until their death, or Techpiece's.
End of the world? Ah, that's not so bad. In fact, its already come. There's not much left of this world. Although you probably mean universe, session, something like that. I'll stick around in... somewhere a little longer though. But how Twin said the "location" makes me think we'll have to use our "real" selves, which would be kinda annoying TBH because I'll have to blow my backstory... thing in order to have any chance because I'm not just some random Minecraft player. But I'm pretty close.
The Silicon SteamPunker &&& Bottled Hosi Fire &&& battery = Blinding Light 8/11
Bottled Hosi Fire &&& The Sparker (Wilson's level 8 weapon) = The Lightning Round 10/11
Nectar Cake +1
Very well Erelye. If you'd like me to respond like that, so be it. Also, I'll put all of my RP stuff in quotes because its quite long and doesn't need to show up in the end of turn update.
... I also kinda want to go out of my way to see how many bits of foreshadowing I can stuff into the time we have left. I think I've done about... 6 so far. Maybe 7.
And after all that, I can't really respond to anything else, except for...
This is... uh... the end? Are we getting out of here soon?
"Okay forget about it, i need to finish this meal quickly." I then eat the entirety of foods on the platter. And the platter too.
I take a mobile phone out of my pocket, and immediatly call a certain someone.
"Robo-Me? Do you read? Hello? HELLO?" "The owner of this number is currently not available at the moment. Please try again later." "[BEEP]!"
"I would 've liked to talk but i need to prepare everyone outside of the TARDIS. Because i am a doctor." I tip the nearest person with Dragon Power (Mother 3's currency) and make my way outside, where i (over)heal a random player with the No Joke and defense buff myself in preparation from the upcoming thingamajig.
Post 2
(GREEN)Well, this is bad. I decide to enter the Dimensional Escape Pod. Hello, Netpatham. I wouldn't want to trouble you, so I shall be doing something here... I start making a maze of dimensional doors, each one farther from the overworld and containing traps against those not allowed in the escape pod. InI dab some Quantum Powder and Descendant Essence onto the last door, making it invisible to non-decendants. I quickly make 2 doors suited for being in space.(END GREEN)
Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Execute Utility: Improbability Wall The Tuba's mycelium takes a brick wall-like shape., showing a gleaming star in the center of the wall. The Tubas immediately start creating a wall out of The Dimensional Hole brew. The two doors are placed in front of the wall to prevent oxygen leakage. Eglarbroad and Gerbil step through the wall, after wearing some newly made spacesuits. Though, the wall has seemed to lead to a place at a very peculiar part of the universe, due to the wall made out of The Dimensional Brew leading to the wall of a house floating in space.
(GREEN)Well, we're fine, at least. Also, if anything attempts to come in through space... It will have an impossibly hard time. If anyone wants a free trip to space, the wall will be open until the end times.(END GREEN)
Crystal Ball filled with The Dimensional Hole holding the Improbaberl Grey ~Loom~ = ? 2/?
"Hey. I'm pretty sure that this 'END OF THE WORLD' is going to affect both of our sides, so i just want to say that...be prepared to have to fight against your own side. This is serious business, Proof: This is going to effect everyone. You're in as much trouble as i am right now. Stay alert and be ready to fight anyone: true I SHOULD HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO SAY HECK BUT APPARENTLY NOT] is going to break loose. Keep calm."
Against probably better judgement, I +1 Proof. I then warp back to Armageddon Hill and stand my ground, ready to face the hardest challenge of my eternity (at this moment in time).
SCP-2317 Action: Thank you for the introduction. Now, I, SCP-2317, Devourer of Worlds, will begin the show by destroying this universe! With no godmodder to stop me, the only thing that stops this from occuring is the other Descendants. However, I use Logic on them, by pointing out that we and the godmodder are the only things left here that are worth saving, as everyone else already left. I also point out that destroying the universe kills the godmodder as well, as he is somewhere within this universe. Also, if this post is not responded to within 24 hours, I build up enough power to bypass the Narrative, making "Failed because Narrative" fail itself and lead to universal destruction anyways.
Really?
PLEASE STAND BY.
On GodCraft, everyone waits for the end that they know is coming.
Well, that was my best chance at destroying this universe. Since I am clearly unable to destroy this universe, time to go.
*Teleports to go attack another universe*
Well, guess that means I can replace SCP-2317 as Crusher48's main ally in the final battle. Seriously, Token Evil Teammate does NOT apply when you only have 2 people in your party!
GODMODDER: Oh yes, there is a way. It will be complicated, definitely...
GODMODDER: But hey, we can pull it off. We've done it before. GODMODDER: Now let's go. There's something we need to take care of first. GODMODDER: Indeed, indeed.
And just like that, the Godmodder falls backwards off of the pillar. The wind whistles in his ears and, quick as a wink, he executes a teleportation command, whisking himself away to a point on the server unknown to any of you. When you all turn to look and see if you can glean the Godmodder's whereabouts (which would preferably be at the bottom of bedrock, squashed flat), he's gone. Nowhere to be seen. But not nowhere to be found. The Godmodder ends up in a hidden underground bunker on the other side of the world: one he constructed in the case of emergency. An emergency such as this: a situation where he was left with only one hit point.
The bunker isn't very spacious, nor decorative, even though the Godmodder certainly has the potential to make it both. It contains very little: a chest, a bed, a bookcase, and a painting. The Godmodder takes the painting and rifles through the bookcase, finding nothing, until he grabs a golden book and grins. It won't budge from the bookcase, and the Godmodder pulls it out slightly. The bookcase moves out of the way and a complicated redstone circuit fires, revealing not a normal chest, but a shining Ender Chest. The Godmodder opens it and mutters to himself.
GODMODDER: It should be in here... It should be in here, right? GODMODDER: I wasn't the one who put it there. GODMODDER: But yes, it should be. GODMODDER: Heh. Excellent. There we go.
The Godmodder shuts the Ender Chest, not particularly caring about its contents save for one item: a golden Spawn Egg speckled with blue dots. The Godmodder uses it, and the egg immediately hatches into a fully-fledged copy of the Godmodder. This one's more potent and unique than simple Decoy Godmodders: it is, for all intents and purposes, a second Godmodder. Except for the fact that it isn't sentient and lacks large portions of the original's power, of course. But it will do, mainly as a good source of misdirection.
The instant the egg is placed, the Godmodder leaves GodCraft. But the Spawn Egg Godmodder, being an exact copy of the Godmodder, shares the original's link with a computer. Which means that when the Godmodder leaves, the fake Godmodder "joins", making it seem as if the Godmodder never even left at all. The Godmodder grins excitedly at his computer, his head twitching. He leans back and prepares to join a new server. One that hasn't been used in a very, very long time.
GODMODDER: Now this is where it gets slightly complicated. GODMODDER: Tapping into his knowledge may prove to be difficult. GODMODDER: Well yeah. The guy was slightly insane? But one hell of an ally. GODMODDER: Or at least, he was, until he realized I was a villain. GODMODDER: A villain in HIS eyes, anyway. I couldn't change who I was! A godmodder's job is to incite rage, spread chaos. And he couldn't understand that. GODMODDER: Oh no, he DID. He did too well. And that was what led to his downfall. GODMODDER: He said I would end the world, and he told me how. But I've forgotten. GODMODDER: It's time I remembered.
The Godmodder enters a server with no name. The first thing he notices when he logs on is that it's quiet. Extremely quiet. The only noise is the faint sound of the wind whistling, and the Godmodder has to strain to even hear it at all. It gives him a wicked headache, so he stops. It splits him even more than he already is... The server's grass is a pale sickly green, and its skies are seemingly permanently overcast. The only visible landmark is a castle in the distance, and even then it's an odd one. But it's what the Godmodder is looking for, so he heads towards it.
The castle is tilted on its side. More than that, the ground it was built on is as well, as if it was ripped out from the earth beneath and cast to the side. In fact, that's exactly what happened, and the Godmodder knows that because he's the one who threw it in a fit of rage. Since then he's learned to keep his rage under wraps, so that it only manifests in select circumstances. He's been getting worse at it lately, but that's a direct consequence of his low health and fragile mind.
The server was made years ago, back when the Godmodder was almost at the end of his ascent, his mad grab for power. He met someone. Someone who only went by the name of the Scribe. It turned out that he was called the Scribe because he loved to write books and retain knowledge. That was the only thing he was ever good at, besides fighting of course. When the Godmodder asked him why he was called the Scribe and not something like the Author, he only replied that the good names were taken, and he never said by who. But considering recent events, the Godmodder thinks he can guess.
There was one book in particular that the Scribe adored above all else; he put his heart and soul into it. It was a catalog of sorts. A catalog of everything that he had seen in his travels around Minecraftia. He'd been to many servers, many worlds, and seen many things. And all of it was put in this book of his, one that was inscribed with his logo: a black O with a straight line above it and a diagonal line cutting through that. The logo was the one that was on this castle. And it was the one the Godmodder had adopted for his own use. The Godmodder had whitelisted the server so only he and the Scribe could go on it, but then the Scribe had his meltdown. He called it an ephiphany.
The Scribe ended up realizing that the Godmodder seriously intended to use his powers for evil, and based upon the research he had done, he had visions that the Godmodder would end up being responsible for the apocalypse. So he confronted the Godmodder about it, and sealed his book inside this castle. And when the Godmodder and the Scribe ended up fighting, the Scribe managed to cause the Godmodder to forget the encounter had even happened at all. That was how it had remained, until now. Until now, when the Godmodder's mind is on its way out, when it's being reduced to mere splinters at the idea of being defeated not once, but twice.
The Godmodder enters the castle itself, its halls eroded by time and weather. What was once a collaboration, an effort, a byproduct of all the knowledge the Godmodder and the Scribe had ever retained, was now reduced to this. An afterthought. Nothing but a hallmark to commemorate two old friends who would never see each other again. But now it has been given purpose again. Twisted and tenebrous purpose, yes. Purpose of malicious intent. But it is purpose all the same. And that is, or rather, was, the only thing the Godmodder wanted. Purpose. Now he has his goals set higher. And this castle can serve both his old goals and his new ones. What was once an old hallmark now turns into a crossroads. The point where past and present meet, and the future is decided.
The Godmodder wanders the castle's halls, heading deep inside, passing rooms of mystery and wonder, until he reaches the bottom: a gaping hole, an entrance to a cave of pale rock, with a dull red glint hovering in the corner of the eye, congregating wherever no gaze was looking. After floating around the winding and twisting cave, it opens up, revealing a circular room with stalacites eerily standing sentry. And in the middle of the room is a pedestal. A pedestal with a book. The Godmodder regards it with awe, a face-splitting grin crossing him. It's the same book, he realizes after a second of awe. The one that he had so highly revered, above all else.
The Godmodder takes it in his hands and opens it up, some dust shedding off of the book and settling on the cave floor.
GODMODDER: Finally, after all this time... GODMODDER: We can let them know. Know that we have power above all. GODMODDER: If we want to end this war with a bang, and signal our new directive, conquest of all... We can start it right here. GODMODDER: So what will it be? I'm sure there's plenty of things in here to use. GODMODDER: What can we use, what can we use... GODMODDER: What we can use is whatever the Scribe told me would end the world. GODMODDER: Hah. Obviously. GODMODDER: See if anything in there is familiar to you. Or gets a reaction out of you.
And so the Godmodder perused the book, casually reading it as if it was an innocent cookbook, and not a doomsday device concealed in paper and bound in leather. But nothing he saw interested him. Covenite could be useful for exploring other dimensions, but the Godmodder wanted to stay close to home on this endeavor. Maybe some dream powder? No, mental manipulation isn't what he's going for here... It has to be something big. Something flashy. The ultimate boss. The ultimate show. And that's when the Godmodder finds it. A select handful of pages. One that details a mime dimension, something about the First Block... And then something else.
The Godmodder reads it with antipication, growing more excited with every word.
GODMODDER: "The Red Dragon"..."infinite size"..."power vastly beating"..."possibly even the Disc of Mojang itself"! GODMODDER: Impossible... The Red Dragon. Now I remember. This is what he had told me about. GODMODDER: He told me I would free the Red Dragon. GODMODDER: But, of course, it's trapped under bedrock. And this bedrock won't be broken easily at all. We'll need to go on another quest to find another series of MacGuffins. Perfect. GODMODDER: Although... Hang on a minute. The Dreiton combines its power into a superlaser... GODMODDER: Yeah, so? What does that have to do with-- GODMODDER: Oh. Oh, I get it. We won't even need to track down this drill's parts at all.
The Godmodder closes the book and shoves it one of his infinite inventories, one that remains constant across all servers everywhere. Satisfied, the Godmodder teleports out of the castle and back into fresh air. The server turned to night while the Godmodder wandered around the castle, and everything has become pitch-black in the process. Startlingly, there are no mobs to be found at all either. The Godmodder leaves the server and heads back on GodCraft, the magic of his Spawn Egg clone subsiding as he does so - precisely on schedule. Once again, it's as if the Godmodder never left, it's merely a hiccup in the chat.
And now the real fun begins.
Back where the Battlefield used to be, Chuck Norris stands his ground against the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret. With his keen senses and keener mind, Chuck knows that this world doesn't have much time left. And yet he notices that the ACN Turret isn't giving up any ground either. At least, it hasn't been. Not until now. The ACN Turret suddenly stops dead in its tracks, shuddering slightly. Chuck interprets this as an opening to attack, but the Turret fires at him, knocking in back. Alright, it's still functioning. But what's it doing?
The answer to the question becomes plainly evident once the Turret grows a set of wheels from underneath itself, which combine into treads that grow in size exponentially. All of the Turret's side-arms pop out at once, growing into fully-fledged cannons, with even more cannons appearing every second. The main Turret sails into the sky, leaving a rod of metal which all the cannons pop out of. Armor and plating continually adds itself onto the rod, making the Turret turn into a hulking mass... More and more metal is added, more and more weapons are added, and the treads grow to lessen the strain on the metamorphosing Turret! Finally, it stops, and the original Turret sits at the top of the reformed and re-christened Anti-Chuck Norris Turret Tank. But this time it's not aiming to be the final boss.
Instead, it fires a pink sphere at Chuck Norris, encasing himself inside of it. He tries to break out, but cannot, even with his most powerful of roundhouse kicks. The superlaser of the Turret Tank, its most powerful weapon, protrudes out of the Tank even more than usual. Interlocking mechanisms spin around and retract, locks being picked, gears turning, pistons firing. The superlaser ends up outside of the Tank itself, only suspended in the air by the Tank's powerful tractor beams. What is now a gaping hole in the Tank's chassis is quickly filled by spare metal and replaced by an array of even more weaponry. An external force turns the superlaser into a golden silhouette and causes it to shrink rapidly in size, until it's at a considerably smaller size, approximately seven Minecraft avatars long. It then vanishes in a blast of light.
The Tank begins to contract, and, at a rate fairly quicker than it took to upgrade itself, the Tank ends up turning back into a regular Turret, albeit one missing its superlaser. Yet this Turret is still more than a match for Chuck, and the fight continues.
The Godmodder, now back at the location of the bunker (but aboveground), executes another teleportation command. This time, all the chunks around him unload in synchrony - but not only all the chunks around him, all the chunks of the entire world. The Godmodder's entire dimension shifts around him as he's teleported to the hellish landscape of the Nether. Lava ebbs and flows all around him, gravel cliffs shear and crack, and all the while the Nether's populace walks around without a care in the world, used to it. The Nether has been relatively untouched compared to the Overworld, mostly due to the difficulty of actually getting there.
The Godmodder starts flying around the Nether, heading sharply downwards. He passes by a Nether Fortress, more than a fair share of cliffs, lava pools, glowstone chandeliers... Typical Nether structures. It gets increasingly hotter as the Godmodder goes deeper, but he doesn't care. At the bottom of the Nether, everything will be worth it. Everything will have been worth it. The Godmodder grins as he puts the ACN Turret Tank's superlaser in his inventory, and reaches a large pool of lava. Checking F3 confirms that the Godmodder is here: the bottom of the Nether.
The Godmodder stops and, with a hint of effort, pulls out the Superlaser.
Even at its relatively small size, the Superlaser is huge, no doubt about it. It was designed for two purposes: to be the end-all be-all of Turret weaponry, and to have enough firepower to total anything, up to and including Chuck Norris. Technically the second purpose is a direct result of the first purpose, but that doesn't matter much. Forged from pure crystal, superheated with the power of dwarf star plasma, and infused with many other powers too superfluous to list here, the Godmodder recognizes the Superlaser as a dead ringer for the Dreiton. So it should serve that drill's purpose quite well, quite easily, and without effort.
And so, the Superlaser begins to charge up. It starts off at a low and ominous hum, a red ball of energy making itself known at the Superlaser's barrel, growing in size more and more with every millisecond. Soon, the red ball of energy has a pinprick of white at its center, that expands to make the red turn into various shades of an intense pink hue. And finally, when arcs of excess energy are being released from the ball, a small black hole appears. Thankfully not a literal black hole, it signifies that the time has come. The Godmodder stares intently and gives the Superlaser one singular command: to fire.
The resulting beam of energy encompasses the Godmodder's entire field of vision, and that of everything around as well. The terrain is blown back, shockwaves hurtling through the Nether faster than sound, carving through everything. Mobs are obliterated in one strike, portions of the Nether fall like shrapnel, bombarding everything in sight. Even the Godmodder is blown away slightly by the beam, which radiates intensely with hues of varying red. And when the beam hits the surface of the Nether, a fireball of lava rises up that is enough to vaporize everything in a sizable radius, bar the Godmodder, the Superlaser, and the one thing left: the bedrock.
What was just a few seconds previously a hellish ecosystem has now been blasted down to bedrock, the beam's intensity parting lava like the Red Sea that it truly is, and the Red Sea that it contains. After several seconds of intense fire, accompanied by the Godmodder's thrilled laughter, several cracks appear in the bedrock. Then more, and more. Ultimately, a spiderweb formation of cracks have formed in the bedrock, and after a solid minute of fire, the beam stops. Where the beam was, a jagged hole in the bedrock has formed: a hole straight out of the Nether and into what lies beyond. The Godmodder puts the Superlaser away and stares at the hole intently, wondering what will happen.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have to wait long. A rumbling more intense than the herald of the Superlaser's fire occurs, rays of red light periodically peeking out from the cracks in the bedrock, the cracks which stretch across a kilometer. And for the hole in the bedrock, a pulsing pillar of red light is visible, light so powerful that everything else is washed out in its presence. The Godmodder gets an acute sensation that something is rising: he can feel it in the air, and through the entire environment in general. Then he realizes that something is indeed rising: everything. A low bass hums as the Godmodder starts to involuntarily float upwards, along with pebbles and rocks of bedrock, and along with the rest of the area and the inhabitants that survived. Soon, a large portion of the Nether is affected, and ultimately, all of it is. All the while, the red light grows stronger each time it appears.
As the Godmodder is carried away from the bedrock, he sees a red tendril of energy peer out of the hole, accompanied by many more. A red hand of fire, blood, and energy claws out of the hole and grabs at the bedrock, sending even more cracks running through its surface. Then another hand appears, and then a misshapen wing. The Godmodder realizes that this is no dragon. It is a beast capable of much more than assuming the powers of a dragon. After all, a being of infinite size should have infinite shapes. That is the last thought that runs through the Godmodder's head as the area around him turns white, his computer screen becomes corrupted beyond repair...
...and the Nether explodes in one strike.
Only after several seconds is the Godmodder's screen restored, and only after several more does the Godmodder's screen fade from white and into red. Red is all the Godmodder can see at this point: red and the few pieces of the Nether that remain, floating around in what is now a formless void. And then, the Godmodder experiences a stabbing pain in his head, and with that, the intense sensation of being watched. More than watched, violated. It's as if his entire being has been stripped out and is being examined by some cosmic force. And then the Godmodder looks up at his screen and sees the eyes of the Red Dragon.
The Red Dragon is so immense, so unfathomable, that the Godmodder can only see its head, and only a portion of it at that. It is ancient, incredibly old, its head dominated by wrinkles and scales. Its horns twist and turn like a maze, jet-black and cracked in some places, like rock. Its eyes, in stark contrast to the rest of the being, are a piercing blue, and they look like they infinitely repeat on themselves, becoming progressively lighter yet never reaching a conclusion, like a fractal.
And then the Red Dragon speaks with tone so powerful that it fills all of the Godmodder's awareness, forces him to take in the incredulity of his fate, reminds him that he is but a speck in the grand scheme of things, and that is all he will ever be if he does not stand up and act.
WHO ARE YOU?
The Godmodder, with all his willpower, responds.
GODMODDER: Call me the Godmodder.
YOU CAN SPEAK MY TONGUE?
GODMODDER: Y... Yes. Anyway.
WHERE IS MY SISTER? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?
GODMODDER: Your... Your sister? You have a sister?
YES. YOU WRETCHES KNOW HER AS ENDER. I KNOW HER AS SOMETHING ELSE.
SHE WAS TO CLEANSE THE WORLD AND THEN COME HERE TO FREE ME. I AM FREE. SHE IS NOT HERE.
SO WHERE IS SHE?
GODMODDER: The Enderdragon didn't free you. I did.
IS THAT SO? IMPRESSIVE, GODMODDER. VERY IMPRESSIVE.
NOW GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULD NOT OBLITERATE YOU WHERE YOU STAND.
GODMODDER: Hey, I freed you, didn't I?
YES. BUT YOU ARE A WRETCH. YOUR KIND WANTS CREATION AND ORDER. PITIFUL IDEALS.
REALITY CAME FROM DUST. AND TO DUST IT WILL RETURN.
I SEEK TO BE THE ONLY THING IN EXISTENCE. WHERE I STAND. NONE FOLLOW.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR KIND? DO YOU SEEK TO CREATE? DO YOU HAVE A MISGUIDED HOPE THAT YOU WILL MEAN SOMETHING?
GODMODDER: Er. Yeah. I do want to mean something. But not by creating anything. Well, by creating one thing. But one thing only. And my creation would serve to bring about exactly what you want.
YOU ARE BUT A WRETCH. WHAT DO YOU WANT THAT IS NOT TO BUILD?
GODMODDER: I want what you want. I want destruction, everywhere. I have the power to make that happen. And I know that you do, too.
YOU SUGGEST AN ALLIANCE? WHAT DO I HAVE TO GAIN FROM THIS?
GODMODDER: Oh come on. I think that would be obvious.
YOU ARE CONVINCING, GODMODDER. IT IS SETTLED. I WILL JOIN YOU ON YOUR QUEST FOR DESTRUCTION.
GODMODDER: Heh. Alright then. Now let's head over to GodCraft and ruin everyone's day.
I THINK NOT. I WILL REMAIN HERE AND USE THIS PLACE AS A HUB FOR MY RAMPAGE.
YOU WILL GO TO YOUR PLANET. AND SOME OF ME WILL COME WITH YOU. BUT NOT ALL.
GODMODDER: Hmm, makes sense. A being of infinite size wouldn't really work well... But how can some of you follow me?
DO YOU KNOW WHO HEROBRINE IS?
GODMODDER: Who doesn't?
HE IS MY SERVANT. HE EXISTED BEFORE EVEN YOU, AND WHEN HE DIED, I TOOK HIM AND MADE HIM MY OWN.
A PORTION OF ME IS SEALED INSIDE OF HIM, HENCE HIS NAME. HE IS THE HERO OF BRINE.
GODMODDER: So you're...?
BRINE. YES. DO NOT REPEAT MY NAME UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE GROUND INTO PASTE. NAMES HAVE POWER.
WHAT I DID TO HIM I WILL NOW DO TO YOU. HOLD STILL. IT WILL MAKE THE PROCESS SLIGHTLY LESS PAINFUL.
GODMODDER: Wait, what?
And then, the infinite mass of the Red Dragon loses its form and begins to swirl around like a tornado. The Godmodder ends up in the middle, and is helpless to watch as tendrils of red take up the entirety of his view. A grey aura forms around the Godmodder, and his mind feels like it's breaking in two as whispers fill his head and cause him to nearly black out.
The grey aura intensifies into a bubble that repels the red tendrils and causes the Godmodder to clutch his head in agony - in the game and out. Whispers of horrible vivisections and grim fates fill his head, as do visions of horrifying creatures that lurk only in the darkest of shadows. Waggling tongues, forgotten limbs, lost in the distance... The Godmodder's body turns grey as the sphere becomes sucked into it, and then becomes a solid black. The Godmodder cannot move, see, or even talk, his mouth filling with black liquid, paralyzing his entire being. Omega and Alpha are silenced, and the Red Dragon closes in.
Roughly half of its form is detached, and the tornado splits into two. The larger half culminates around the Godmodder, closing the gap, and the other half moves away disturbingly quickly. The red tornado picks up speed, spinning faster and faster, getting tighter and tighter, until it more resembles a freakishly large red cylinder rather than a tornado. And then, just like that, the tornado implodes and becomes an inconcievably dense ball of red energy that floats into the Godmodder's body.
Tendrils of energy spiral out of control around the Godmodder as his mind loses all coherency and fades into blinding static, static that is only let out through the Godmodder's now piercing white eyes.
And then, as the array of light shines across all of reality, the Godmodder's arms move at a snail's pace, constricted by the circulation of reality around him, clutching his head in pure and simple agony. And as the images of the apocalypse flicker across the Godmodder's body, his mind is encompassed only by a singular word, and not even a word, but a shout: a shout that contains more rage than any word ever uttered or will be uttered, even though it isn't an expletive of any kind. It shares one prime directive: a directive to cause as much pain as possible to all those in its radius.
When the ball of energy has been completely consumed by the Godmodder, he stands still, floating amidst the nothingness of the Nether. Washed in red patterns and light, the Godmodder teleports away, leaving a trail of nothingness in his wake.
On GodCraft, everyone waits for the end that they know is coming. Notch told them to wait, and that's what they've done. They've waited on a broken husk of a world, one ravaged by a war with no meaning and a war with no end. While previously the majority of the destruction was rollbacked, the recent carnage has not, and now scars remain permanently ravaged into the world. Entire faces of the cuboid globe have gone missing, obliterated in single attacks. The players have waited for so long that it almost seems like whatever the Godmodder has planned would be preferable to this. But now, something has happened. Something big.
The sky, which was previously a dull red hue, is now steadily intensifying with brighter reds, reds that are taking up the entirety of the sky. Tendrils of energy appear, flickering for an instant, and then disappearing, going by so fast it's like they were never there at all. And the sun is shining so brightly that it's like a cosmic spotlight, much brighter than it should be... Yet it's seemingly providing the only light around, and it's all centered around Armageddon Hill. And as everyone contemplates this, the aforementioned something happens.
Reality fluctuates. There are no other words to describe it. Reality itself shifts, the paradigm of existence changing. Coming out from a hole in space is, rather predictably, the Godmodder. What is not predictable is the way he looks. He has, somehow, irrevocably changed in the few days he has been gone. And yet he greets you all with one of his trademark grins, as if to say that nothing can harm him and nothing can touch him, and that no matter what, he'll always be the one smiling at the end.
The Godmodder's eyes are now pure white, glimmering with malevolence. His scar has been opened to reveal a sheen of red alongside the left half of his face. His skin has become cracked, shedding periodically. Falling off to reveal pure purple darkness: corruption, shadow, yet not oblivion. Oblivion is reserved for the Godmodder's left arm. What was once his godarm is now the fire of unadulterated red taking the form of a menacing claw. And what was once his right arm is now pure darkness, flickering uneasily, continually shifting, never being the same. And now the Godmodder has two capes, each smaller than his previous cape: one the trademark dull red you all have known, and another the same corrupted shade of purple.
The Godmodder extends his arms, apparently in greeting.
GODMODDER: Why hello there, noobs! How's it going? I'm sure you all have noticed my makeover by now.
GODMODDER: Let's just say I made a deal. And now I have all the power in the universe. GODMODDER: I bet you I could snap my fingers and the entire universe could end, right now!
The Godmodder holds out his left hand, which shimmers with pure flame.
GODMODDER: In fact, why don't we see if that's true?
The Godmodder snaps his fingers.
And then all hell breaks loose, quite literally.
In an instant, shockwaves of pure red energy pulses throughout the entirety of GodCraft, demolishing every single man-made structure, every single mountain, every single hill. The majority of the planet is pulverized in one fell swoop, and all of you are knocked off balance. Armageddon Hill is, somehow, the only thing left standing under the assault. Super deadly red tendrils course through the sky, lighting the clouds on fire and bathing everything in an unholy red glow. The tendrils blast through GodCraft, tunneling underground, withering away grass and all life, melting stone, vaporizing ore, superheating liquids of any kind, pulsing straight through bedrock, and then looping back up again.
Soon, everything is ensnared in the grip of the Godmodder.
The sky's colors pulse wildly, the sun turning into a pure white square of destructive solar power. The Godmodder grins at it, and the sun's energy seems to rebound in on itself. The sky goes completely dark, and no light shines anywhere, not even from the Godmodder's piercing eyes. It's as if the sun has gone out completely, and a chilling sensation fills all of you, and every organism on GodCraft, down to your base units of code. But then, everything everywhere is washed in red as the sun turns the color of blood. Holographic images of stars spin around in the sky, and the red tendrils only grow in size and scope, adding to the frenetic mayhem of the end of the world. That's what this is. None of you can describe it in any other way. It's as if the very sky is in complete turmoil, warring against the earth, which is being
assaulted by the most apocalyptic horror the universe has ever known.
The Godmodder grins and pushes his arms up, as if utilizing the cosmic and completely intricate power of the Red Dragon to re-align the cosmos, changing them to how he sees fit like the mad visions of a chaotic puppeteer. You all quickly realize what the Godmodder has done, as the moon, during broad daylight, peeks out from the horizon of GodCraft. It swings across the sky, itself enraptured in the transcendent majesty of the Red Dragon, and comes to a rest near the sun, which is at the top of the sky and has been there ever since the Godmodder started this mess.
And then, the moon begins to eclipse the sun. The moon slowly turns dark as it envelops the sun, causing all of the stellar visions to slowly fade away into nothingness against the pandemonium that is now the heavens. In fact, everything turns dark as GodCraft is now enveloped in shadow: the shadow of the moon. When the moon completely covers the sun, everything is covered in darkness once more, and the only thing providing light of any kind is the now-visible corona of the sun. The moon and the sun occupy the same space, and for all intents and purposes are the exact same thing, their only purpose being to initiate armageddon.
The corona of the sun is a shifting mass of unbridled and unmatched chaotic energy, red loops and fissures streaming across the sky in cubic and concentric patterns, enveloping everything in sight. The Godmodder looks at all of this eagerly and without a care in the world, and watches as all of rush at him to try to stop him, to try to somehow get in a finishing blow! The Godmodder laughs and casts out his left hand, fire blasting all of you off the hill and suspending you in midair. And then, the Godmodder just tilts his head, watching the carnage intently, as if he was just watching a funny television show.
GODMODDER: I wish I had some popcorn right about now.
GODMODDER: Oh well! Watching the end of the world is one thing. But making it HAPPEN...
GODMODDER: You guys should try it some time, let me tell you.
The Godmodder casually flicks his wrist, and all of you, inside of Minecraft and out, hear the lowest bass you've ever heard, as if the internal noise of the world slowed down to a low rumble. In the sky, the icons of a spinning pinwheel and a rotating gear are visible, and they are both moving very intensely, hovering directly over the heavens, like the sun and the moon, for instance. The icons end up spinning so fast that the pinwheel's limbs all break apart, scattering. As for the gear, it gets scratched in two. And then, the skies are torn apart, and GodCraft is blasted, jagged lines being carved through it, as red tendrils tear through the sky. Space is rent. And then, GodCraft fluctuates like crazy, parts of it becoming forged anew, parts of it becoming aged out of existence, trees being born and dying at the same time, until everything, everywhere, in the entire universe, ceases. Time stops like a scratched record.
And at the same time, the Doom Bullets that have congregated ominously behind the Moon since Act 3 start to move. If time has stopped for everything, then who's to say it's stopped at all? The Bullets phase out of their chronal lock, still running by their magic: to lock onto the Godmodder's position. And that means barreling straight through the Moon. The Bullets fly straight through the moon, tearing it apart. Chunks of lunar rock fly every which way, the moon breaking into hundreds of individual pieces. The eclipse's illusion of concealment is broken, but it doesn't matter at all. Because now, the Moon and an entourage of Doom Bullets are heading straight this way, for all of you.
And as if things couldn't get any worse, the Godmodder snaps his fingers again, and the Moon's rubble glitches out of existence, shifting in and out of reality until it comes back, bigger than before. And this time it's bigger than GodCraft itself. The rubble and the Doom Bullets fall towards GodCraft, an orange bubble surrounding them as the heat of such high velocities catches up with them. Leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, cosmic dances play out, like the sun and the moon's quarrels, as the hulking mass of death falls to earth. Everything is washed in an orange glow.
The Eclipse has occurred. None shall stand against the sky.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING
OH NO OH GOD HE ACTUALLY DID IT HE'S ACTUALLY ENDING THE WORLD??? DID I SCREW UP SO BADLY
THAT THIS IS MY PUNISHMENT?
NO OKAY I PLANNED FOR THIS ALRIGHT
JUST TRY TO REMAIN CALM AND NOT FOCUS ON WHAT HE'S DONE TO YOUR UNIVERSE
...Okay.
As Build crosses the threshold of Universe C, he sees it in its dying throes. The portion of the Red Dragon not tied to the Godmodder's own consciousness has been free to roam around the entire universe and do whatever it wants,
slaughtering every single Minecraft world it encounters without a second thought. Thankfully, it appears to be content to just roaming around the universe, and not the Fourth Wall or any other extraneous locales.
The instant Build enters his universe and watches tendrils forming all around him, his craft enters speeds never before seen. Empowered by his home universe, Build feels like he can do anything. Perhaps he can. And as he races towards the apex of destruction, he sees the carnage the Red Dragon has wrought elsewhere. After GodCraft had fallen, everyone was ready to go back onto their favorite servers and worlds. But something happened. They were all taken. And Build has a suspiscion he knows who took them. One he'll have to act on sooner than later.
This has left the Red Dragon with the perfect opportunity to obliterate what the Minecraft community has worked towards for the past six years: order, creation, stability. None stand against the Red Dragon's fire. The universe is already beginning to crumble, to constrict, under his power. His power that surpasses those of the gods, those of almost anything in the entire universe.
Build fights past his failures and continues onward. For all he's not done, for all he's stayed out of, now could be his opportunity to do something great. Before it's too late.
The moon continues closer towards GodCraft. Some rogue portions of it have inched closer than others, and others still have already impacted, leaving huge fireballs and subsequently massive craters. And now, completely restrained by the power of the Red Dragon and the Godmodder, the only thing any of you can do is watch. And yet you all have felt this before: back during Trial 4, when the Godmodder was going to gain ultimate power. Except now, he has gained ultimate power. He's won.
HEY, RICK!
Or has he?
GODMODDER: Oh, come on. Not here! Not now!
Finally finishing its over five-month-long journey, the Twinmobile arrives from the heart of Universe B to the heart of Universe C, just in time to witness the apocalypse. Amidst the falling moon and the rising sun, and amidst a blinding flash of white, the Twinmobile has sped straight to GodCraft, superpowered by the power of the Narrative, the Green Sun, and the drive to win. A door on the side of the Twinmobile opens that leads to empty space. A figure stands in it. One who hasn't set foot here in over a year.
Clad in his trademark green hoodie and red glasses, it is none other than the guy typing this whole thing out, Build, king of self-inserts, and the current God-Emperor of Minecraftia. Except not really because that title's been overused. Okay, enough meta talk. Build surveys the apocalypse and looks at the crowd on Armageddon Hill: the players, the entities, and Split. When Build turns to look at Split, his eyes narrow.
Split.
Greenie.
I don't have time for our passive-aggresive shenanigans right now. What I need you to do is get out of there and come
up here. Quickly.
Mmh. Fine.
Split teleports up to the Twinmobile and meets Build.
I need you to help me charge up this ship's battery.
Why the hell do you have a ship with a battery?
Don't ask. Just concentrate on the deepest recesses of the Red Sun and channel all of your energy into the battery.
Why should I help you? I should be killing you right now!
I know I said I've moved on, but I said I moved on from wanting to kill you SPECIFICALLY. Now it's more of a general
mission statement.
Good to know. Now help me out or we're going to lose and everything will be destroyed!
Cool.
JUST HELP ME OUT YOU PIECE OF
Okay, okay. But only because I'm pretty sure that if I don't you'll retcon me from existence. (Can you do that? Is that
thing?)
Sounds like you want to find out.
Build raises his left hand, which crackles with pure green energy. Split does the same, except his is red. The Twinmobile's cubic package shifts out of its position, the circular lock on it rotating as such that a glass cylinder is revealed. Build points at it, a silent motion to concentrate all energy to that spot. Pure titanic beams of green and red energy pulse straight towards the cylinder, causing the entire ship to shudder. The cylinder glows with steadily increasing amounts of green light, and ultimately shines a brilliant lime hue, the Red Sun energy somehow being converted into Green Sun energy. It works all the same, though.
When both are done, the ship has been successfully energized. The battery retracts, and the ship is permanently surrounded by a pulsating green aura. Build raises his hand, and the ship's navigational systems re-route themselves: charting a course back to Earth.
Okay. Now what?
Time for the return trip. This ship will be heading back to Earth.
The battery I asked for so long ago is finally being put to good use.
Now that the ship's full of the power of two First Guardians, the trip should be shorter this time.
And with that, Build concentrates intensely, and the ship skyrockets out of GodCraft's orbit, out of GodCraft's solar system, and back into the reaches of space. Build then immediately turns his gaze to the falling orange cloud of destruction looming in the sky, now burning a shade of demonic red. Snaking further into the atmosphere, it begins to evaporate the very clouds from the sky. Build begins to glow with green energy, his entire being flickering between states of existence seen and unseen. He redirects his concentration to the Eclipse in the night, and focuses a glaring, white-hot beam of chartreuse energy directly at the wreckage above. It takes the beam a moment to travel to such a great height, but when it hits the cloud, a resounding impact scatters all throughout the debris, momentarily stopping it. Shockwaves of energy boom throughout the sky, dissipating near the ground.
Although the cloud was stopped for a time, it eventually keeps pushing forward with the same red glow as it had before. However, it seems to be going slower than it was. Build is taking all the energy he has and channeling it into stopping, or at the very least slowing, GodCraft's impending doom. In the end, it will not be enough to truly stop it. No force in existence could hope to stop pure destruction. But slowing it will provide time, and time is what's needed most now.
As the Twinmobile soars out of GodCraft once more, expedited by the strength of a master twofold, it provides a backdrop to the clashing carnage slowly dropping onto a ruined landscape.
The Godmodder grimaces as Build is able to contain the Eclipse, but he cracks his knuckles and levitates higher.
GODMODDER: You can't stop me! I'm a being of pure energy with no weaknesses!
GODMODDER: Hmm. That's probably the Red Dragon talking and not me. Whatever. Don't dwell on it.
The Godmodder snaps his fingers, and a large circle begins to form around him: the biggest summoning circle that any of you have ever seen, larger than the one for the Final Wave, larger than the one for DMK, larger than the one the Godmodder would have used for the third Trial... This one stretches across the entirety of all of your fields of view. The Godmodder grins and hovers into the exact center of the circle, closing his eyes and levitating upward. Immediately the circle begins to glow with a radiant blue energy that threatens to eclipse the Eclipse in power.
GodCraft turns stale and grey, as all wildlife in the entirety of the planet is destroyed, their essence being sucked out to fuel the energy for the summon... All of the ores around the server are melted down into molten metal to fuel magnetic anomalies... Every entity on the field, bar Build and Split, who manage to hang on thanks to the power of the Narrative, are pulled away and sucked into the Godmodder's body... GodCraft is being stripped down to its bare bones, all for one singular purpose: to bring the joy of creation. And with it, oblivion. To create the largest summon ever attempted by the Godmodder... There is a white flash of light, and the outline of a Minecraft avatar appears that is so huge that it stretches all the way to the heavens like a skyscraper.
The Godmodder had always planned to round out the line of Mechs with a Mech centered around him: the most powerful Mech ever created, unstoppable with regards to size and power. But now, thanks to the Red Dragon, Alpha, and the Eclipse... The Godmodder can summon so much more than a mere robotic facsimile of his likeness. Oh, much
more. He can summon oblivion incarnate. The energy for the summon manifests in the form of metal: metal of different sizes, different shapes, different colors. Metal upon metal upon metal, stacking together with pure energy and ammunition and weaponry to form a hulking abomination of a summon.
Powered by pistons and alternating purple and red energy, the legs and feet of the Mech touch down, causing bedrock to crack. Huge shoulders form, with weapons concealed within, continuing with two arms that are completely different from one another: one with a purple fist, and one with the absence of an arm and yet not with the absence of power: in fact, with an abundance of it. A godarm to end all godarms. And then the chest forms, a magnificent chestplate with a circular hole that acts as the Mech's superlaser. Three orbs appear in the arms and chest of the Mech, gleaming brilliantly. Then the back forms, and arrays of flamethrowers turn on together, creating twin jets of flame that scorch the earth.
And then the head appears, forged from skin tone and pure unforgiving metal, adorned with the piercing white eyes of the Godmodder, given his luscious beard and capped off with his Steve-esque hair. It stares down at all of you, supported by the neck of the Mech, whose wires unite the entirety of the robot together. And then, at the
Mech's waist, one part hasn't been fully formed: the part where the Godmodder lies. Around him is built a cockpit, a control center for the entire Mech, guided by the Godmodder's own actions. An unbreakable shell forms around it, and the Mech takes two steps forward, its right hand clenching into a fist. The Godmodder speaks, his voice booming from speakers in the Mech's shoulders.
GODMODDER: Now THIS is what I'm talking about! THIS IS POWER!
GODMODDER: And now, to christen my ascencion with the most obnoxious dubstep of ALL TIME!
GODMODDER: (Eh, it works as final battle music too.)
True to the Godmodder's words, the shoulders of the Mech whirr to life and begin blaring the loudest and most obnoxious dubstep that any of you have ever heard! The Godmodder has released you from his grip a while ago, but now you all fall to the ground in pain! And then, the Mech reels back, readying its first attack! The right
hand raises itself up... And then snaps its fingers.
All of your eardrums are ruptured due to how loud and all-encompassing the snap is! Its power is so great that it materializes into four auras that encircle the universe! You all feel the Narrative changing and twisting as four new Curses spring up: the Curse of Anti-Entities, the Curse of Anti-Charging, the Curse of Anti- Alchemies, and the Curse of Anti-Respawns!
So that's it then... The Godmodder has pulled out all the stops this time. But he's not content with a name like the "GM-Mech". That would be too un-original. So he decides to give this construction a new name... A name worthy of the title of final boss. And then he comes up with his answer.
GODMODDER: The Incarnate.
GODMODDER: Heh. That works pretty well.
GODMODDER: Now, LET'S ROCK!
And so, the final Trial - and the final battle - begins.
This is it! The final battle! The Incarnate is larger and tougher than anything else you've fought so far, and it holds the very real power to end the entire world - and the universe - and reality itself! Now that the Godmodder has the power of the Red Dragon on his side, he'll be almost impossible to kill normally! ...Not without some help.
Reinforcements should be arriving soon! See if your attacks will be able to even damage the Incarnate at all... In the meantime, I'll be keeping the actual Eclipse at bay! But my help can't last forever... It'll be a temporary solution! Looks like you guys will have fifteen turns to defeat the Incarnate or else a bad ending might be in store...
About the Godmodder's curses: the Curse of Anti-Entities prevents any entities from being summoned! The Curse of Anti-Charging prevents any charges from being started, and stops all current charges so they cannot be used! (I told you to use them earlier!) The Curse of Anti-Alchemies disables all Alchemiters (including Pocket Alchemiters!) so they cannot be used! You can use alchemies you've already made and can finish alchemies you're currently making, but that's it! The Curse of Anti-Respawns prevents players from respawning on death... It seems the Godmodder has a more sinister fate planned for what happens when you die...
TheLordErelye: [AG] HP: 29/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 29/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 30/25. Has Super Armor.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Kajiulord: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
babysphee: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Generator_of_Cubes: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 31/25. Has Super Armor.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 30/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Talist: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
OverlordXcano: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 90%.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 22/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage a turn.
Pokefan151: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
PLEASE STAY TUNED FOR A BROADCAST BY GOD-EMPEROR OF THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF PLANET EARTH, PROJECT BINARY.
Propaganda posters like this have sprung up all over the world after the end of Trial 5. Earth remains oblivious to what is really going on. Project Binary has told everyone that the Operation is over, but conveniently left out the part where the players were the ones who destroyed it, and not him. And thanks to Mojang's recent patch, Project Binary has finalized the location of every single Minecraft account (bar around 50), and has shipped all of them off to the Moon.
Finally, the last obstacle in Project Binary's path to world domination has been removed. Now all that's left are the players, but they'll be taken care of in short order. Soon - very soon - the Mate will begin.
I abruptly make a backup
I hide in a fallout bunker,
And umm
I teleport my bunker into a wormhole!
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Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 4/9
Wilson Money: $0
Arsenide Hub: 11/11 Complete!
IAC-FR: 10/11
Final Planet Express Ship: 4/11
==Actions==
Lothyra deploys the Arsenide Hub onto the Planet Express Ship 3.0's Hover Dolly, then floats into the cargo bay. She plugs it into a Mini Tokamak and does all the downloady set up stuff that I can't describe because I'm pressed for time. She loads HAL into the Arsenide Hub and activates him.
Ah. 1t s33ms 1 hav3 b33n m0v3d 1nt0 a pr0p3r c0mput3r ma1nfram3. N0w 1 can 0p3rat3 at a quas1-funct10nal l3v3l.
Lothyra: "You're welcome, HAL. Now, time to get down to business. As it is painfully obvious to anyone with a brain,"
Lothyra looks back at the Planet Express Crew.
Bender: "25 bottles of beer on the wall, 25 bottles of beer. You take on down and what do you get, 24 bottles of beer on the wall..."
Lothyra: "and Bender, the Apocalypse is about to begin immediately. Thankfully, Apmerz has given me a Bag of Holding with all of his... gifts... to me. While normally I wouldn't be caught dead using magic or magical items, I think in this situation I'll have to make an exception. HAL, please order all of the kerbals into the life-support equipped containers that we built. Then we'll use the Hover Dolly to transport them into the Bag."
1 w1ll 3x3cut3 y0ur 0rd3rs.
Lothyra: "However, you'll have to go in first."
Lothyra turns to the Planet Express Crew.
Lothyra: "HEY GUYS! COME OVER QUICK! THE END OF THE WORLD'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN! WE NEED TO TRANSPORT ALL OF THE KERBALS INTO THIS MAGIC BAG!"
Fry: "But I thought that you don't like magic..."
Lothyra: "NOW IS NOT THE TIME! DO WHAT PLANET EXPRESS IS GOOD AT!"
Zoidberg: "Well, that last point may be a bit debata..."
Farnsworth: "Zoidberg we don't have time for this! And why are you damaging our business?! Do you know how many potential customers we may have lost in the inevitable Third Godmodding War because of that statement!"
Zoidberg: "Okay, okay I apologize."
Farnsworth: "Good. Now I just need to find my dentures..."
Every one else:
((Yes I had to make that reference.))
The Planet Express Crew (and Lothyra) then herd all of the kerbals into the life support-equipped containers. They then transport all the containers into the Bag of Holding with the Planet Express Ship 3.0's Hover Dolly.
Lothyra: "Okay. I wonder how long we have until all Hell breaks loose?"
Bender: "(Hope I don't have to start again...) 1 bottle of beer on the wall, 1 bottle of beer. You take it down, and what do you get? 0 bottles of beer on the wall! OKAY WHERE'S THE APOCALYPSE!? I'M STARTING TO GET BORED, GREEN HOOD GUY!"
Lothyra: "I think that's its cue."
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
"...Time to move, it seems."
My drone gets off of the rancho relaxo, which folds up into a box, then deploys into a radio broadcaster. I immediately plug a small device into the broadcaster.
TO ALL ENGIETECH PERSONNEL WHO RECEIVE THIS MESSAGE: EVACUATE THE IMMEDIATE AREA IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, EVACUATE THE IMMEDIATE AREA IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. TO ALL ENGIETECH PERSONNEL WHO RECEIVE THIS MESSAGE: EVACUATE...
The broadcast continues.
Many distances away, thousands of ships, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, all turn and rocket away from the Minecraftian world that we are on. Some large carriers hang behind, but only to accept many numbers of passengers, rocketing away afterwards. The ships taking part in the evacuation range from one-person fighters, to mid-size luxury cruisers, all the way up to galaxy-sized Hypercarrier vessels. Only one lone ship remains in lane.
The ETS Caliber, personal carrier-class vessel of Techpiece, the orange assassin.
Purple's absence means that the ETS Supernova is long gone, having no reason to stay around, but Techpiece is still here.
The crew know the assistant survival insurance protocol, they know the mandatory assistant protocol, and they knew what they were getting into. Already, some of them are making phone calls, uncertain to their own survival.
They will stay, either until their death, or Techpiece's.
He will stay, either until his death, or mine.
I will stay, until the war is over.
Death is not an option for me.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
0/0 and 34/50 +1 to Generic and Tazz.
End of the world? Ah, that's not so bad. In fact, its already come. There's not much left of this world. Although you probably mean universe, session, something like that. I'll stick around in... somewhere a little longer though. But how Twin said the "location" makes me think we'll have to use our "real" selves, which would be kinda annoying TBH because I'll have to blow my backstory... thing in order to have any chance because I'm not just some random Minecraft player. But I'm pretty close.
The Silicon SteamPunker &&& Bottled Hosi Fire &&& battery = Blinding Light 8/11
Bottled Hosi Fire &&& The Sparker (Wilson's level 8 weapon) = The Lightning Round 10/11
Nectar Cake +1
Very well Erelye. If you'd like me to respond like that, so be it. Also, I'll put all of my RP stuff in quotes because its quite long and doesn't need to show up in the end of turn update.
... I also kinda want to go out of my way to see how many bits of foreshadowing I can stuff into the time we have left. I think I've done about... 6 so far. Maybe 7.
And after all that, I can't really respond to anything else, except for...
This is... uh... the end? Are we getting out of here soon?
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.
"Okay forget about it, i need to finish this meal quickly." I then eat the entirety of foods on the platter. And the platter too.
I take a mobile phone out of my pocket, and immediatly call a certain someone.
"Robo-Me? Do you read? Hello? HELLO?" "The owner of this number is currently not available at the moment. Please try again later." "[BEEP]!"
"I would 've liked to talk but i need to prepare everyone outside of the TARDIS. Because i am a doctor." I tip the nearest person with Dragon Power (Mother 3's currency) and make my way outside, where i (over)heal a random player with the No Joke and defense buff myself in preparation from the upcoming thingamajig.
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No Joke
UBER: 12 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Oh dear.
Check out my bad CTM map reviews here.
/rpnull
Chaos immediately ditches the train heading straight for the TARDIS, and rips open another tear in the code of Minecraft. He then hides.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Post 2
(GREEN)Well, this is bad. I decide to enter the Dimensional Escape Pod. Hello, Netpatham. I wouldn't want to trouble you, so I shall be doing something here... I start making a maze of dimensional doors, each one farther from the overworld and containing traps against those not allowed in the escape pod. InI dab some Quantum Powder and Descendant Essence onto the last door, making it invisible to non-decendants. I quickly make 2 doors suited for being in space.(END GREEN)
Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Execute Utility: Improbability Wall
The Tuba's mycelium takes a brick wall-like shape., showing a gleaming star in the center of the wall. The Tubas immediately start creating a wall out of The Dimensional Hole brew. The two doors are placed in front of the wall to prevent oxygen leakage. Eglarbroad and Gerbil step through the wall, after wearing some newly made spacesuits. Though, the wall has seemed to lead to a place at a very peculiar part of the universe, due to the wall made out of The Dimensional Brew leading to the wall of a house floating in space.
(GREEN)Well, we're fine, at least. Also, if anything attempts to come in through space... It will have an impossibly hard time. If anyone wants a free trip to space, the wall will be open until the end times.(END GREEN)
Crystal Ball filled with The Dimensional Hole holding the Improbaberl Grey ~Loom~ = ? 2/?
PIT_ICARUS' PANIC (3/3 Apocalypses Remaining):
Well, if you're not using this...: 27/50
I appear next to Proof.
"Hey. I'm pretty sure that this 'END OF THE WORLD' is going to affect both of our sides, so i just want to say that...be prepared to have to fight against your own side. This is serious business, Proof: This is going to effect everyone. You're in as much trouble as i am right now. Stay alert and be ready to fight anyone: true [I SHOULD HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO SAY HECK BUT APPARENTLY NOT] is going to break loose. Keep calm."
Against probably better judgement, I +1 Proof. I then warp back to Armageddon Hill and stand my ground, ready to face the hardest challenge of my eternity (at this moment in time).
((erelye: Eric didn't force you out, Hank did. And yeah, I figured I'd sound stupid with that theory, and as it turned out, I was right. Also, sorry for intercepting the tentacles, but I kind of needed to set up why Eric's got higher psychic immunity than he should for his power level, as has been referenced by several other things, including the fact that he's had direct dealings with elder gods, so this sort of gave an opportunity for that.
@generic: you would have gotten teleported out upon trying to put Sanford to sleep. TARDIS is a living thing, remember? Also has the advantage of complete control of the inner timestream, so you can't catch it by surprise.))
The tentacles begin to reach out to Eric, and burst when they run into a dark shield of runic energy.
Erelye, having most likely looked up the event when Eric and Astria ran through Greyhold, recognizes it as runic energy, but it most certainly is't Eric's.
It is much more powerful, intermingled with Void magic. The colors of the runes themselves are a dark black-purple, a color matching the Secret of the Void.
Eric looks almost as surprised as Erelye.
That was... unexpected. I thought that wore off long ago...
But yes, I am aware that many people have plans other than what they seem to.
I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.
And as such, made the mistake of trusting you.
We're all small people in an enormous world, and yet...
We're still the main characters. What we do matters more than the enormous windings of your elder gods.
Greater than the whims of the creators of sub-universes.
The godmodder, a man whose power only recently came to challenge that of lesser gods in any quantifiable way, has created the single most destructive event in living memory.
I honestly hope that next time we meet, it will be under less hostile circumstances. I honestly do, even if you seem intent on betraying me, we were friends, or you were mine. I won't give up on you. Call me naive, but that's about all one can do in this multiverse.
The dark shield and Eric fade at the same time erelye does.
Also, next time please refrain from the eldritch torturing, it has a tendency to make one sound insincere you little son of Gunn.
Eric stares at Hank, and a fair amount of tenseness passes between them, until they break gaze at the same time, and Hank turns back to the animatronic.
I'm not going to break the rules. It wasn't a challenge.
He turns to face the Argus drone and levels his gun again.
For heaven's sake, they're gone already! Put your guns up!
And then K4yne arrives with refreshments, diffusing the tension.
When (c)haos attempts to ram the TARDIS, nothing more happens then the train wrecking spectacularly. Everyone inside the TARDIS is too busy being tense to notice the massive explosion outside, followed by (c)haos flying pass the door, presumably making some sort of obscene gesture at the people within (sorry if I'm hijacking (c)haos, thought it would be funny to make that last remark)
EotW announcement:
None of my characters in the TARDIS are fourth wall breakers. None of them know about the emergency announcement...
The TARDIS however, is.
The announcement begins flashing on the screens in the hub, and Eric curses, directing the confused refugees to head down to the cargo holds and keep people from panicking.
Yes Wilson, that does mean it's time to get the frick out of here.
The TARDIS begins revving up and preparing to leave...
Everyone in here who needs to send a message, move over to one of the panels around the edge of the center platform, and send the message. If you go out there, you might not reach your rescue craft in time, we can drop you off after we leave Godcraft.
Where's Deimos?
((doubtless, said escape attempt is going to be a total failure))
Somewhere...
In the depths of the Void...
Near another universe.
Oh Bugger.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I'm just going to put this in a nullpost, because I'd rather not have to put this in a post after the apocalypse. Apologies for any inconveniences.
Suddenly, my voice blares in Wilson's ears.
Hold on. Is this thing working? Ah, yes. Here we are. So, time to refute some counterarguments, I suppose.
Firstly, I call those who have tried to kill me for my actions on the End cultists because they were actual cultists. I would say that I'm not one to call people something that they aren't, but that is a blatant lie. I've said this before, and I'll say it again, this time to you, master fox. I'm not exactly a good person. Have any Endermen, or other inhabitants of the End, come to slay me? No. Have I turned around in the middle of the night to see a Crimson Cultist bearing the insignia of the End and a Wraithbone dagger? Certainly, on more than one occasion. But, I should probably stress this. I know that my actions were clearly reprehensible, and that I was caught up in the heat of the moment. I can't take it back, so there's no reason to linger. The Vord took care of the remainder of hope for the Isle's rehabilitation. Of course peace was an option. That doesn't mean I was going to allow it. I very well know what the Endermen are, and what I've done by displacing them.
Oh, THAT thing. As a matter of fact, I transmuted that robot's insides into organic matter because he was saying things about organic living beings. Take away what you will from that. Now, for the more important bit. I am presented with what the Narrative permits me to see. Say one were to compare this war to a... forum game on the internet, perhaps. I would be able to see anything that was ever posted on it, but not things beyond my vision, such as a private message, a memo, or something of the sort, unless I were invited. If I were to specifically make a post searching for something, I would find it, if the game master, or in this case the Narrative, permitted me to do so. As such, I could say that I've heard plenty of your interactions with a goldentongued deity to know that you name happens to be Laiko. The mind isn't as safe as one might think, funnily enough.
((For your information, I haven't read anything you've posted on the Forge in-depth. At this point, I don't look at it regularly, if at all. I haven't any idea where you put some sort of description denoting the symbolism behind the name Laiko. Could you tell me where it is? I'm interested. I mean, if you don't want to, I'll just go find it myself, but whatever.))
Oh, hah. This is hilarious. People have clearly seen what I have. Hundreds, thousands, millions before, during, and after my lifetime. I find it rather interesting how you can legitimately see things that occur within the mindscapes of others. Some sort of hypercharged fifth tier Aedronic Sight, I'd hope. Anyhow, you're making the unrealistic assumption that all people happen to be as devout to positive moral codes as you. As you apparently just saw, I just vivisected somebody to make him associate my warning with a negative emotion. I ended up killing off well over ninety-nine point nine percent of my own race by giving the orders to play a game, and indirectly giving the orders which led to what would essentially be called the destruction of all life in a universe I'm not particularly willing to disclose the name of. If you happen to be as omnipresent as you say you are, I'd say you already know. Incidentally, I did adhere to my word. You don't see mister Cipher anywhere around here, do you? To close off this communication, I'll just add the fact that everyone here is an unreliable narrator, due to the fact that we all perceive reality from different perspectives. To one man, you could be the extremely annoying hyper-moral representation of why they happen to hate foxes and overly nosy and sensitive people in general, and, to the next, you could be a brilliant and accurate representation of true and realistic values that arise within civilization, or even both. Who knows? Have a pleasant apocalypse.
/null
((Just nulling, erelye, you had already left, you don't need to respond, especially since Wilson's refute was before you did the whole thing. Actually, all things considered, if that conversation makes it into Trifecta, both of your essays would need to be cut down and stuffed into the near-fight in the TARDIS, because both of you are trying to monologue at each other, which is bad form in this case.))
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
40/40 Return of EXOS
SCP-2317 Action: Thank you for the introduction. Now, I, SCP-2317, Devourer of Worlds, will begin the show by destroying this universe! With no godmodder to stop me, the only thing that stops this from occuring is the other Descendants. However, I use Logic on them, by pointing out that we and the godmodder are the only things left here that are worth saving, as everyone else already left. I also point out that destroying the universe kills the godmodder as well, as he is somewhere within this universe. Also, if this post is not responded to within 24 hours, I build up enough power to bypass the Narrative, making "Failed because Narrative" fail itself and lead to universal destruction anyways.
>*a voice resounds in the Fifth-Wall-Breakers' ears*
>Oh cool, we're breaking the Fifth Wall now. Yay happy funtimes.
>Now stop it, you're breaking immersion for the rest of us.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Hmm. I think it would take more than that. A lot more.
+5,000 HP to Split!
Thaumic Crystal && Mystic Focusing Crystal = Thaumic Focuser (Level 4: 1/5)
Fifth Wall-Breaking Magic && Simple Crystal Orb = The Sight-Beyond (Level 5: 1/6)
Essence of Random Phrases && Fully Factual Facts DVD && Digital Designs 9918Z = The RIB (Level 6: 1/7)
+5 HP to NinjaV!
You hit nothing!
THE REMINGTON GRAFFITI: A combination of two Remingtons: one of True Capitalist Radio, and the other of dank memes. Their powers combine to make a rifle imbued with the essence of the trolls of TCR. Expect lots of loud noises and spaghetti.
Okay.
BURGUNDY PSIONIC DIFFUSER: A psionic diffuser that will spread the psionic powers of burgundy-blooded trolls throughout an organism.
BRONZE PSIONIC DIFFUSER: A psionic diffuser that will spread the psionic powers of bronze-blooded trolls throughout an organism.
OCHRE PSIONIC DIFFUSER: A psionic diffuser that will spread the psionic powers of ochre-blooded trolls throughout an organism.
+4,000 HP to Split!
THE COSMIC PROGENY: A bow that shines with brilliant hues of blue. Clouds wrap around its surface. The weapon is imbued with the divine creative potential of Skaia itself.
+9,000 HP to Split!
+3 HP to you and Erelye!
Fenestrated Point ~~~ Loom = Fenestrated Band
FENESTRATED BAND: A glass wristband that displays images going on throughout reality.
1 damage to the Mane Armor!
+6 Pie Filling!
Die's Hat || 2-Ball = Doze's Hat
DOZE'S HAT: A blue top hat with a "2" on it.
CEREBREDUST: A powder that flickers with light blue, dark blue, and black. It has the power to reveal secrets of the mindscape and incite pure dreams and nightmares in others, making it useful as a crafting ingredient for mental items.
+9,000 HP to Split!
+3,000 HP to Split!
Node ~~~ Loom = Thaumic Goggles
Beta-Class Spaceship ~~~ Loom = Beta Spaceship Badge
Advanced Node Stabilizer = Thaumic Eyepatch
THAUMIC GOGGLES: A set of bronze goggles that are tinted slightly purple.
BETA SPACESHIP BADGE: A badge that is worn by the commander of an Beta-Class Spaceship.
THAUMIC EYEPATCH: A bronze eyepatch with a purple insignia on it.
Dimensional Grey Ball ~~~ Loom = Odd Grey Monocle
ODD GREY MONOCOLE: A crystalline improbable monocole that's colored a drop shade of grey.
+16,000 HP to Split!
Mojang appears to be working on Minecraft 2.0's second half.
TAZZ DEFENSE: A charm forged from the metal of Ultramarine. It shines with olive light, and will protect whoever wears it from The_Nonexistent_Tazz.
+10,000 HP to Split!
+4,000 HP to Split!
+15,000 HP to Split!
Multiversal Map && Twitch Logo && Tablet && Azure Essence = The Multistreamer (Level 10: 1/11)
YouTube Poop Essence && Spadinner Blaster = The Dumper (Level 8: 1/9)
Split uses them all and gains +10,000 HP!
You can only post three times a turn!
Okay.
ARSENICE HUB: A series of quantum computers encased in high-tech refridgerators, arranged to form a supercomputing mainframe. They can perform vast amounts of computations, much more than even the most powerful of supercomputers, making them the cutting edge in computer technology.
Really?
PLEASE STAND BY.
On GodCraft, everyone waits for the end that they know is coming.
==>
WAIT
I NEED
A WEAPON
SUCK MY gorilla JOY-JUICING JUVENILE
TOKEN BALANCE: 420
Well, that was my best chance at destroying this universe. Since I am clearly unable to destroy this universe, time to go.
*Teleports to go attack another universe*
Well, guess that means I can replace SCP-2317 as Crusher48's main ally in the final battle. Seriously, Token Evil Teammate does NOT apply when you only have 2 people in your party!
/null
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GODMODDER: Oh yes, there is a way. It will be complicated, definitely...
GODMODDER: But hey, we can pull it off. We've done it before.
GODMODDER: Now let's go. There's something we need to take care of first.
GODMODDER: Indeed, indeed.
And just like that, the Godmodder falls backwards off of the pillar. The wind whistles in his ears and, quick as a wink, he executes a teleportation command, whisking himself away to a point on the server unknown to any of you. When you all turn to look and see if you can glean the Godmodder's whereabouts (which would preferably be at the bottom of bedrock, squashed flat), he's gone. Nowhere to be seen. But not nowhere to be found. The Godmodder ends up in a hidden underground bunker on the other side of the world: one he constructed in the case of emergency. An emergency such as this: a situation where he was left with only one hit point.
The bunker isn't very spacious, nor decorative, even though the Godmodder certainly has the potential to make it both. It contains very little: a chest, a bed, a bookcase, and a painting. The Godmodder takes the painting and rifles through the bookcase, finding nothing, until he grabs a golden book and grins. It won't budge from the bookcase, and the Godmodder pulls it out slightly. The bookcase moves out of the way and a complicated redstone circuit fires, revealing not a normal chest, but a shining Ender Chest. The Godmodder opens it and mutters to himself.
GODMODDER: It should be in here... It should be in here, right?
GODMODDER: I wasn't the one who put it there.
GODMODDER: But yes, it should be.
GODMODDER: Heh. Excellent. There we go.
The Godmodder shuts the Ender Chest, not particularly caring about its contents save for one item: a golden Spawn Egg speckled with blue dots. The Godmodder uses it, and the egg immediately hatches into a fully-fledged copy of the Godmodder. This one's more potent and unique than simple Decoy Godmodders: it is, for all intents and purposes, a second Godmodder. Except for the fact that it isn't sentient and lacks large portions of the original's power, of course. But it will do, mainly as a good source of misdirection.
The instant the egg is placed, the Godmodder leaves GodCraft. But the Spawn Egg Godmodder, being an exact copy of the Godmodder, shares the original's link with a computer. Which means that when the Godmodder leaves, the fake Godmodder "joins", making it seem as if the Godmodder never even left at all. The Godmodder grins excitedly at his computer, his head twitching. He leans back and prepares to join a new server. One that hasn't been used in a very, very long time.
GODMODDER: Now this is where it gets slightly complicated.
GODMODDER: Tapping into his knowledge may prove to be difficult.
GODMODDER: Well yeah. The guy was slightly insane? But one hell of an ally.
GODMODDER: Or at least, he was, until he realized I was a villain.
GODMODDER: A villain in HIS eyes, anyway. I couldn't change who I was! A godmodder's job is to incite rage, spread chaos. And he couldn't understand that.
GODMODDER: Oh no, he DID. He did too well. And that was what led to his downfall.
GODMODDER: He said I would end the world, and he told me how. But I've forgotten.
GODMODDER: It's time I remembered.
The Godmodder enters a server with no name. The first thing he notices when he logs on is that it's quiet. Extremely quiet. The only noise is the faint sound of the wind whistling, and the Godmodder has to strain to even hear it at all. It gives him a wicked headache, so he stops. It splits him even more than he already is... The server's grass is a pale sickly green, and its skies are seemingly permanently overcast. The only visible landmark is a castle in the distance, and even then it's an odd one. But it's what the Godmodder is looking for, so he heads towards it.
The castle is tilted on its side. More than that, the ground it was built on is as well, as if it was ripped out from the earth beneath and cast to the side. In fact, that's exactly what happened, and the Godmodder knows that because he's the one who threw it in a fit of rage. Since then he's learned to keep his rage under wraps, so that it only manifests in select circumstances. He's been getting worse at it lately, but that's a direct consequence of his low health and fragile mind.
The server was made years ago, back when the Godmodder was almost at the end of his ascent, his mad grab for power. He met someone. Someone who only went by the name of the Scribe. It turned out that he was called the Scribe because he loved to write books and retain knowledge. That was the only thing he was ever good at, besides fighting of course. When the Godmodder asked him why he was called the Scribe and not something like the Author, he only replied that the good names were taken, and he never said by who. But considering recent events, the Godmodder thinks he can guess.
There was one book in particular that the Scribe adored above all else; he put his heart and soul into it. It was a catalog of sorts. A catalog of everything that he had seen in his travels around Minecraftia. He'd been to many servers, many worlds, and seen many things. And all of it was put in this book of his, one that was inscribed with his logo: a black O with a straight line above it and a diagonal line cutting through that. The logo was the one that was on this castle. And it was the one the Godmodder had adopted for his own use. The Godmodder had whitelisted the server so only he and the Scribe could go on it, but then the Scribe had his meltdown. He called it an ephiphany.
The Scribe ended up realizing that the Godmodder seriously intended to use his powers for evil, and based upon the research he had done, he had visions that the Godmodder would end up being responsible for the apocalypse. So he confronted the Godmodder about it, and sealed his book inside this castle. And when the Godmodder and the Scribe ended up fighting, the Scribe managed to cause the Godmodder to forget the encounter had even happened at all. That was how it had remained, until now. Until now, when the Godmodder's mind is on its way out, when it's being reduced to mere splinters at the idea of being defeated not once, but twice.
The Godmodder enters the castle itself, its halls eroded by time and weather. What was once a collaboration, an effort, a byproduct of all the knowledge the Godmodder and the Scribe had ever retained, was now reduced to this. An afterthought. Nothing but a hallmark to commemorate two old friends who would never see each other again. But now it has been given purpose again. Twisted and tenebrous purpose, yes. Purpose of malicious intent. But it is purpose all the same. And that is, or rather, was, the only thing the Godmodder wanted. Purpose. Now he has his goals set higher. And this castle can serve both his old goals and his new ones. What was once an old hallmark now turns into a crossroads. The point where past and present meet, and the future is decided.
The Godmodder wanders the castle's halls, heading deep inside, passing rooms of mystery and wonder, until he reaches the bottom: a gaping hole, an entrance to a cave of pale rock, with a dull red glint hovering in the corner of the eye, congregating wherever no gaze was looking. After floating around the winding and twisting cave, it opens up, revealing a circular room with stalacites eerily standing sentry. And in the middle of the room is a pedestal. A pedestal with a book. The Godmodder regards it with awe, a face-splitting grin crossing him. It's the same book, he realizes after a second of awe. The one that he had so highly revered, above all else.
The Godmodder takes it in his hands and opens it up, some dust shedding off of the book and settling on the cave floor.
GODMODDER: Finally, after all this time...
GODMODDER: We can let them know. Know that we have power above all.
GODMODDER: If we want to end this war with a bang, and signal our new directive, conquest of all... We can start it right here.
GODMODDER: So what will it be? I'm sure there's plenty of things in here to use.
GODMODDER: What can we use, what can we use...
GODMODDER: What we can use is whatever the Scribe told me would end the world.
GODMODDER: Hah. Obviously.
GODMODDER: See if anything in there is familiar to you. Or gets a reaction out of you.
And so the Godmodder perused the book, casually reading it as if it was an innocent cookbook, and not a doomsday device concealed in paper and bound in leather. But nothing he saw interested him. Covenite could be useful for exploring other dimensions, but the Godmodder wanted to stay close to home on this endeavor. Maybe some dream powder? No, mental manipulation isn't what he's going for here... It has to be something big. Something flashy. The ultimate boss. The ultimate show. And that's when the Godmodder finds it. A select handful of pages. One that details a mime dimension, something about the First Block... And then something else.
The Godmodder reads it with antipication, growing more excited with every word.
GODMODDER: "The Red Dragon"..."infinite size"..."power vastly beating"..."possibly even the Disc of Mojang itself"!
GODMODDER: Impossible... The Red Dragon. Now I remember. This is what he had told me about.
GODMODDER: He told me I would free the Red Dragon.
GODMODDER: But, of course, it's trapped under bedrock. And this bedrock won't be broken easily at all. We'll need to go on another quest to find another series of MacGuffins. Perfect.
GODMODDER: Although... Hang on a minute. The Dreiton combines its power into a superlaser...
GODMODDER: Yeah, so? What does that have to do with--
GODMODDER: Oh. Oh, I get it. We won't even need to track down this drill's parts at all.
The Godmodder closes the book and shoves it one of his infinite inventories, one that remains constant across all servers everywhere. Satisfied, the Godmodder teleports out of the castle and back into fresh air. The server turned to night while the Godmodder wandered around the castle, and everything has become pitch-black in the process. Startlingly, there are no mobs to be found at all either. The Godmodder leaves the server and heads back on GodCraft, the magic of his Spawn Egg clone subsiding as he does so - precisely on schedule. Once again, it's as if the Godmodder never left, it's merely a hiccup in the chat.
And now the real fun begins.
Back where the Battlefield used to be, Chuck Norris stands his ground against the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret. With his keen senses and keener mind, Chuck knows that this world doesn't have much time left. And yet he notices that the ACN Turret isn't giving up any ground either. At least, it hasn't been. Not until now. The ACN Turret suddenly stops dead in its tracks, shuddering slightly. Chuck interprets this as an opening to attack, but the Turret fires at him, knocking in back. Alright, it's still functioning. But what's it doing?
The answer to the question becomes plainly evident once the Turret grows a set of wheels from underneath itself, which combine into treads that grow in size exponentially. All of the Turret's side-arms pop out at once, growing into fully-fledged cannons, with even more cannons appearing every second. The main Turret sails into the sky, leaving a rod of metal which all the cannons pop out of. Armor and plating continually adds itself onto the rod, making the Turret turn into a hulking mass... More and more metal is added, more and more weapons are added, and the treads grow to lessen the strain on the metamorphosing Turret! Finally, it stops, and the original Turret sits at the top of the reformed and re-christened Anti-Chuck Norris Turret Tank. But this time it's not aiming to be the final boss.
Instead, it fires a pink sphere at Chuck Norris, encasing himself inside of it. He tries to break out, but cannot, even with his most powerful of roundhouse kicks. The superlaser of the Turret Tank, its most powerful weapon, protrudes out of the Tank even more than usual. Interlocking mechanisms spin around and retract, locks being picked, gears turning, pistons firing. The superlaser ends up outside of the Tank itself, only suspended in the air by the Tank's powerful tractor beams. What is now a gaping hole in the Tank's chassis is quickly filled by spare metal and replaced by an array of even more weaponry. An external force turns the superlaser into a golden silhouette and causes it to shrink rapidly in size, until it's at a considerably smaller size, approximately seven Minecraft avatars long. It then vanishes in a blast of light.
The Tank begins to contract, and, at a rate fairly quicker than it took to upgrade itself, the Tank ends up turning back into a regular Turret, albeit one missing its superlaser. Yet this Turret is still more than a match for Chuck, and the fight continues.
The Godmodder, now back at the location of the bunker (but aboveground), executes another teleportation command. This time, all the chunks around him unload in synchrony - but not only all the chunks around him, all the chunks of the entire world. The Godmodder's entire dimension shifts around him as he's teleported to the hellish landscape of the Nether. Lava ebbs and flows all around him, gravel cliffs shear and crack, and all the while the Nether's populace walks around without a care in the world, used to it. The Nether has been relatively untouched compared to the Overworld, mostly due to the difficulty of actually getting there.
The Godmodder starts flying around the Nether, heading sharply downwards. He passes by a Nether Fortress, more than a fair share of cliffs, lava pools, glowstone chandeliers... Typical Nether structures. It gets increasingly hotter as the Godmodder goes deeper, but he doesn't care. At the bottom of the Nether, everything will be worth it. Everything will have been worth it. The Godmodder grins as he puts the ACN Turret Tank's superlaser in his inventory, and reaches a large pool of lava. Checking F3 confirms that the Godmodder is here: the bottom of the Nether.
The Godmodder stops and, with a hint of effort, pulls out the Superlaser.
Even at its relatively small size, the Superlaser is huge, no doubt about it. It was designed for two purposes: to be the end-all be-all of Turret weaponry, and to have enough firepower to total anything, up to and including Chuck Norris. Technically the second purpose is a direct result of the first purpose, but that doesn't matter much. Forged from pure crystal, superheated with the power of dwarf star plasma, and infused with many other powers too superfluous to list here, the Godmodder recognizes the Superlaser as a dead ringer for the Dreiton. So it should serve that drill's purpose quite well, quite easily, and without effort.
And so, the Superlaser begins to charge up. It starts off at a low and ominous hum, a red ball of energy making itself known at the Superlaser's barrel, growing in size more and more with every millisecond. Soon, the red ball of energy has a pinprick of white at its center, that expands to make the red turn into various shades of an intense pink hue. And finally, when arcs of excess energy are being released from the ball, a small black hole appears. Thankfully not a literal black hole, it signifies that the time has come. The Godmodder stares intently and gives the Superlaser one singular command: to fire.
The resulting beam of energy encompasses the Godmodder's entire field of vision, and that of everything around as well. The terrain is blown back, shockwaves hurtling through the Nether faster than sound, carving through everything. Mobs are obliterated in one strike, portions of the Nether fall like shrapnel, bombarding everything in sight. Even the Godmodder is blown away slightly by the beam, which radiates intensely with hues of varying red. And when the beam hits the surface of the Nether, a fireball of lava rises up that is enough to vaporize everything in a sizable radius, bar the Godmodder, the Superlaser, and the one thing left: the bedrock.
What was just a few seconds previously a hellish ecosystem has now been blasted down to bedrock, the beam's intensity parting lava like the Red Sea that it truly is, and the Red Sea that it contains. After several seconds of intense fire, accompanied by the Godmodder's thrilled laughter, several cracks appear in the bedrock. Then more, and more. Ultimately, a spiderweb formation of cracks have formed in the bedrock, and after a solid minute of fire, the beam stops. Where the beam was, a jagged hole in the bedrock has formed: a hole straight out of the Nether and into what lies beyond. The Godmodder puts the Superlaser away and stares at the hole intently, wondering what will happen.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have to wait long. A rumbling more intense than the herald of the Superlaser's fire occurs, rays of red light periodically peeking out from the cracks in the bedrock, the cracks which stretch across a kilometer. And for the hole in the bedrock, a pulsing pillar of red light is visible, light so powerful that everything else is washed out in its presence. The Godmodder gets an acute sensation that something is rising: he can feel it in the air, and through the entire environment in general. Then he realizes that something is indeed rising: everything. A low bass hums as the Godmodder starts to involuntarily float upwards, along with pebbles and rocks of bedrock, and along with the rest of the area and the inhabitants that survived. Soon, a large portion of the Nether is affected, and ultimately, all of it is. All the while, the red light grows stronger each time it appears.
As the Godmodder is carried away from the bedrock, he sees a red tendril of energy peer out of the hole, accompanied by many more. A red hand of fire, blood, and energy claws out of the hole and grabs at the bedrock, sending even more cracks running through its surface. Then another hand appears, and then a misshapen wing. The Godmodder realizes that this is no dragon. It is a beast capable of much more than assuming the powers of a dragon. After all, a being of infinite size should have infinite shapes. That is the last thought that runs through the Godmodder's head as the area around him turns white, his computer screen becomes corrupted beyond repair...
...and the Nether explodes in one strike.
Only after several seconds is the Godmodder's screen restored, and only after several more does the Godmodder's screen fade from white and into red. Red is all the Godmodder can see at this point: red and the few pieces of the Nether that remain, floating around in what is now a formless void. And then, the Godmodder experiences a stabbing pain in his head, and with that, the intense sensation of being watched. More than watched, violated. It's as if his entire being has been stripped out and is being examined by some cosmic force. And then the Godmodder looks up at his screen and sees the eyes of the Red Dragon.
The Red Dragon is so immense, so unfathomable, that the Godmodder can only see its head, and only a portion of it at that. It is ancient, incredibly old, its head dominated by wrinkles and scales. Its horns twist and turn like a maze, jet-black and cracked in some places, like rock. Its eyes, in stark contrast to the rest of the being, are a piercing blue, and they look like they infinitely repeat on themselves, becoming progressively lighter yet never reaching a conclusion, like a fractal.
And then the Red Dragon speaks with tone so powerful that it fills all of the Godmodder's awareness, forces him to take in the incredulity of his fate, reminds him that he is but a speck in the grand scheme of things, and that is all he will ever be if he does not stand up and act.
WHO ARE YOU?
The Godmodder, with all his willpower, responds.
GODMODDER: Call me the Godmodder.
YOU CAN SPEAK MY TONGUE?
GODMODDER: Y... Yes. Anyway.
WHERE IS MY SISTER? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?
GODMODDER: Your... Your sister? You have a sister?
YES. YOU WRETCHES KNOW HER AS ENDER. I KNOW HER AS SOMETHING ELSE.
SHE WAS TO CLEANSE THE WORLD AND THEN COME HERE TO FREE ME. I AM FREE. SHE IS NOT HERE.
SO WHERE IS SHE?
GODMODDER: The Enderdragon didn't free you. I did.
IS THAT SO? IMPRESSIVE, GODMODDER. VERY IMPRESSIVE.
NOW GIVE ME ONE REASON WHY I SHOULD NOT OBLITERATE YOU WHERE YOU STAND.
GODMODDER: Hey, I freed you, didn't I?
YES. BUT YOU ARE A WRETCH. YOUR KIND WANTS CREATION AND ORDER. PITIFUL IDEALS.
REALITY CAME FROM DUST. AND TO DUST IT WILL RETURN.
I SEEK TO BE THE ONLY THING IN EXISTENCE. WHERE I STAND. NONE FOLLOW.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR KIND? DO YOU SEEK TO CREATE? DO YOU HAVE A MISGUIDED HOPE THAT YOU WILL MEAN SOMETHING?
GODMODDER: Er. Yeah. I do want to mean something. But not by creating anything. Well, by creating one thing. But one thing only. And my creation would serve to bring about exactly what you want.
YOU ARE BUT A WRETCH. WHAT DO YOU WANT THAT IS NOT TO BUILD?
GODMODDER: I want what you want. I want destruction, everywhere. I have the power to make that happen. And I know that you do, too.
YOU SUGGEST AN ALLIANCE? WHAT DO I HAVE TO GAIN FROM THIS?
GODMODDER: Oh come on. I think that would be obvious.
YOU ARE CONVINCING, GODMODDER. IT IS SETTLED. I WILL JOIN YOU ON YOUR QUEST FOR DESTRUCTION.
GODMODDER: Heh. Alright then. Now let's head over to GodCraft and ruin everyone's day.
I THINK NOT. I WILL REMAIN HERE AND USE THIS PLACE AS A HUB FOR MY RAMPAGE.
YOU WILL GO TO YOUR PLANET. AND SOME OF ME WILL COME WITH YOU. BUT NOT ALL.
GODMODDER: Hmm, makes sense. A being of infinite size wouldn't really work well... But how can some of you follow me?
DO YOU KNOW WHO HEROBRINE IS?
GODMODDER: Who doesn't?
HE IS MY SERVANT. HE EXISTED BEFORE EVEN YOU, AND WHEN HE DIED, I TOOK HIM AND MADE HIM MY OWN.
A PORTION OF ME IS SEALED INSIDE OF HIM, HENCE HIS NAME. HE IS THE HERO OF BRINE.
GODMODDER: So you're...?
BRINE. YES. DO NOT REPEAT MY NAME UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE GROUND INTO PASTE. NAMES HAVE POWER.
WHAT I DID TO HIM I WILL NOW DO TO YOU. HOLD STILL. IT WILL MAKE THE PROCESS SLIGHTLY LESS PAINFUL.
GODMODDER: Wait, what?
And then, the infinite mass of the Red Dragon loses its form and begins to swirl around like a tornado. The Godmodder ends up in the middle, and is helpless to watch as tendrils of red take up the entirety of his view. A grey aura forms around the Godmodder, and his mind feels like it's breaking in two as whispers fill his head and cause him to nearly black out.
ATLASTATLASTATLAST
THEDAYISHERE
THEDAYOFETERNALNIGHT
OURPARTISTODRIVEYOUTOMADNESS
PLEASESTANDBY
The grey aura intensifies into a bubble that repels the red tendrils and causes the Godmodder to clutch his head in agony - in the game and out. Whispers of horrible vivisections and grim fates fill his head, as do visions of horrifying creatures that lurk only in the darkest of shadows. Waggling tongues, forgotten limbs, lost in the distance... The Godmodder's body turns grey as the sphere becomes sucked into it, and then becomes a solid black. The Godmodder cannot move, see, or even talk, his mouth filling with black liquid, paralyzing his entire being. Omega and Alpha are silenced, and the Red Dragon closes in.
Roughly half of its form is detached, and the tornado splits into two. The larger half culminates around the Godmodder, closing the gap, and the other half moves away disturbingly quickly. The red tornado picks up speed, spinning faster and faster, getting tighter and tighter, until it more resembles a freakishly large red cylinder rather than a tornado. And then, just like that, the tornado implodes and becomes an inconcievably dense ball of red energy that floats into the Godmodder's body.
Tendrils of energy spiral out of control around the Godmodder as his mind loses all coherency and fades into blinding static, static that is only let out through the Godmodder's now piercing white eyes.
And then, as the array of light shines across all of reality, the Godmodder's arms move at a snail's pace, constricted by the circulation of reality around him, clutching his head in pure and simple agony. And as the images of the apocalypse flicker across the Godmodder's body, his mind is encompassed only by a singular word, and not even a word, but a shout: a shout that contains more rage than any word ever uttered or will be uttered, even though it isn't an expletive of any kind. It shares one prime directive: a directive to cause as much pain as possible to all those in its radius.
GODMODDER:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
When the ball of energy has been completely consumed by the Godmodder, he stands still, floating amidst the nothingness of the Nether. Washed in red patterns and light, the Godmodder teleports away, leaving a trail of nothingness in his wake.
On GodCraft, everyone waits for the end that they know is coming. Notch told them to wait, and that's what they've done. They've waited on a broken husk of a world, one ravaged by a war with no meaning and a war with no end. While previously the majority of the destruction was rollbacked, the recent carnage has not, and now scars remain permanently ravaged into the world. Entire faces of the cuboid globe have gone missing, obliterated in single attacks. The players have waited for so long that it almost seems like whatever the Godmodder has planned would be preferable to this. But now, something has happened. Something big.
The sky, which was previously a dull red hue, is now steadily intensifying with brighter reds, reds that are taking up the entirety of the sky. Tendrils of energy appear, flickering for an instant, and then disappearing, going by so fast it's like they were never there at all. And the sun is shining so brightly that it's like a cosmic spotlight, much brighter than it should be... Yet it's seemingly providing the only light around, and it's all centered around Armageddon Hill. And as everyone contemplates this, the aforementioned something happens.
Reality fluctuates. There are no other words to describe it. Reality itself shifts, the paradigm of existence changing. Coming out from a hole in space is, rather predictably, the Godmodder. What is not predictable is the way he looks. He has, somehow, irrevocably changed in the few days he has been gone. And yet he greets you all with one of his trademark grins, as if to say that nothing can harm him and nothing can touch him, and that no matter what, he'll always be the one smiling at the end.
The Godmodder's eyes are now pure white, glimmering with malevolence. His scar has been opened to reveal a sheen of red alongside the left half of his face. His skin has become cracked, shedding periodically. Falling off to reveal pure purple darkness: corruption, shadow, yet not oblivion. Oblivion is reserved for the Godmodder's left arm. What was once his godarm is now the fire of unadulterated red taking the form of a menacing claw. And what was once his right arm is now pure darkness, flickering uneasily, continually shifting, never being the same. And now the Godmodder has two capes, each smaller than his previous cape: one the trademark dull red you all have known, and another the same corrupted shade of purple.
The Godmodder extends his arms, apparently in greeting.
GODMODDER: Why hello there, noobs! How's it going? I'm sure you all have noticed my makeover by now.
GODMODDER: Let's just say I made a deal. And now I have all the power in the universe.
GODMODDER: I bet you I could snap my fingers and the entire universe could end, right now!
The Godmodder holds out his left hand, which shimmers with pure flame.
GODMODDER: In fact, why don't we see if that's true?
The Godmodder snaps his fingers.
And then all hell breaks loose, quite literally.
In an instant, shockwaves of pure red energy pulses throughout the entirety of GodCraft, demolishing every single man-made structure, every single mountain, every single hill. The majority of the planet is pulverized in one fell swoop, and all of you are knocked off balance. Armageddon Hill is, somehow, the only thing left standing under the assault. Super deadly red tendrils course through the sky, lighting the clouds on fire and bathing everything in an unholy red glow. The tendrils blast through GodCraft, tunneling underground, withering away grass and all life, melting stone, vaporizing ore, superheating liquids of any kind, pulsing straight through bedrock, and then looping back up again.
Soon, everything is ensnared in the grip of the Godmodder.
The sky's colors pulse wildly, the sun turning into a pure white square of destructive solar power. The Godmodder grins at it, and the sun's energy seems to rebound in on itself. The sky goes completely dark, and no light shines anywhere, not even from the Godmodder's piercing eyes. It's as if the sun has gone out completely, and a chilling sensation fills all of you, and every organism on GodCraft, down to your base units of code. But then, everything everywhere is washed in red as the sun turns the color of blood. Holographic images of stars spin around in the sky, and the red tendrils only grow in size and scope, adding to the frenetic mayhem of the end of the world. That's what this is. None of you can describe it in any other way. It's as if the very sky is in complete turmoil, warring against the earth, which is being
assaulted by the most apocalyptic horror the universe has ever known.
The Godmodder grins and pushes his arms up, as if utilizing the cosmic and completely intricate power of the Red Dragon to re-align the cosmos, changing them to how he sees fit like the mad visions of a chaotic puppeteer. You all quickly realize what the Godmodder has done, as the moon, during broad daylight, peeks out from the horizon of GodCraft. It swings across the sky, itself enraptured in the transcendent majesty of the Red Dragon, and comes to a rest near the sun, which is at the top of the sky and has been there ever since the Godmodder started this mess.
And then, the moon begins to eclipse the sun. The moon slowly turns dark as it envelops the sun, causing all of the stellar visions to slowly fade away into nothingness against the pandemonium that is now the heavens. In fact, everything turns dark as GodCraft is now enveloped in shadow: the shadow of the moon. When the moon completely covers the sun, everything is covered in darkness once more, and the only thing providing light of any kind is the now-visible corona of the sun. The moon and the sun occupy the same space, and for all intents and purposes are the exact same thing, their only purpose being to initiate armageddon.
The corona of the sun is a shifting mass of unbridled and unmatched chaotic energy, red loops and fissures streaming across the sky in cubic and concentric patterns, enveloping everything in sight. The Godmodder looks at all of this eagerly and without a care in the world, and watches as all of rush at him to try to stop him, to try to somehow get in a finishing blow! The Godmodder laughs and casts out his left hand, fire blasting all of you off the hill and suspending you in midair. And then, the Godmodder just tilts his head, watching the carnage intently, as if he was just watching a funny television show.
GODMODDER: I wish I had some popcorn right about now.
GODMODDER: Oh well! Watching the end of the world is one thing. But making it HAPPEN...
GODMODDER: You guys should try it some time, let me tell you.
The Godmodder casually flicks his wrist, and all of you, inside of Minecraft and out, hear the lowest bass you've ever heard, as if the internal noise of the world slowed down to a low rumble. In the sky, the icons of a spinning pinwheel and a rotating gear are visible, and they are both moving very intensely, hovering directly over the heavens, like the sun and the moon, for instance. The icons end up spinning so fast that the pinwheel's limbs all break apart, scattering. As for the gear, it gets scratched in two. And then, the skies are torn apart, and GodCraft is blasted, jagged lines being carved through it, as red tendrils tear through the sky. Space is rent. And then, GodCraft fluctuates like crazy, parts of it becoming forged anew, parts of it becoming aged out of existence, trees being born and dying at the same time, until everything, everywhere, in the entire universe, ceases. Time stops like a scratched record.
And at the same time, the Doom Bullets that have congregated ominously behind the Moon since Act 3 start to move. If time has stopped for everything, then who's to say it's stopped at all? The Bullets phase out of their chronal lock, still running by their magic: to lock onto the Godmodder's position. And that means barreling straight through the Moon. The Bullets fly straight through the moon, tearing it apart. Chunks of lunar rock fly every which way, the moon breaking into hundreds of individual pieces. The eclipse's illusion of concealment is broken, but it doesn't matter at all. Because now, the Moon and an entourage of Doom Bullets are heading straight this way, for all of you.
And as if things couldn't get any worse, the Godmodder snaps his fingers again, and the Moon's rubble glitches out of existence, shifting in and out of reality until it comes back, bigger than before. And this time it's bigger than GodCraft itself. The rubble and the Doom Bullets fall towards GodCraft, an orange bubble surrounding them as the heat of such high velocities catches up with them. Leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, cosmic dances play out, like the sun and the moon's quarrels, as the hulking mass of death falls to earth. Everything is washed in an orange glow.
The Eclipse has occurred. None shall stand against the sky.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING
OH NO OH GOD HE ACTUALLY DID IT HE'S ACTUALLY ENDING THE WORLD??? DID I SCREW UP SO BADLY
THAT THIS IS MY PUNISHMENT?
NO OKAY I PLANNED FOR THIS ALRIGHT
JUST TRY TO REMAIN CALM AND NOT FOCUS ON WHAT HE'S DONE TO YOUR UNIVERSE
...Okay.
As Build crosses the threshold of Universe C, he sees it in its dying throes. The portion of the Red Dragon not tied to the Godmodder's own consciousness has been free to roam around the entire universe and do whatever it wants,
slaughtering every single Minecraft world it encounters without a second thought. Thankfully, it appears to be content to just roaming around the universe, and not the Fourth Wall or any other extraneous locales.
The instant Build enters his universe and watches tendrils forming all around him, his craft enters speeds never before seen. Empowered by his home universe, Build feels like he can do anything. Perhaps he can. And as he races towards the apex of destruction, he sees the carnage the Red Dragon has wrought elsewhere. After GodCraft had fallen, everyone was ready to go back onto their favorite servers and worlds. But something happened. They were all taken. And Build has a suspiscion he knows who took them. One he'll have to act on sooner than later.
This has left the Red Dragon with the perfect opportunity to obliterate what the Minecraft community has worked towards for the past six years: order, creation, stability. None stand against the Red Dragon's fire. The universe is already beginning to crumble, to constrict, under his power. His power that surpasses those of the gods, those of almost anything in the entire universe.
Build fights past his failures and continues onward. For all he's not done, for all he's stayed out of, now could be his opportunity to do something great. Before it's too late.
The moon continues closer towards GodCraft. Some rogue portions of it have inched closer than others, and others still have already impacted, leaving huge fireballs and subsequently massive craters. And now, completely restrained by the power of the Red Dragon and the Godmodder, the only thing any of you can do is watch. And yet you all have felt this before: back during Trial 4, when the Godmodder was going to gain ultimate power. Except now, he has gained ultimate power. He's won.
HEY, RICK!
Or has he?
GODMODDER: Oh, come on. Not here! Not now!
Finally finishing its over five-month-long journey, the Twinmobile arrives from the heart of Universe B to the heart of Universe C, just in time to witness the apocalypse. Amidst the falling moon and the rising sun, and amidst a blinding flash of white, the Twinmobile has sped straight to GodCraft, superpowered by the power of the Narrative, the Green Sun, and the drive to win. A door on the side of the Twinmobile opens that leads to empty space. A figure stands in it. One who hasn't set foot here in over a year.
Clad in his trademark green hoodie and red glasses, it is none other than the guy typing this whole thing out, Build, king of self-inserts, and the current God-Emperor of Minecraftia. Except not really because that title's been overused. Okay, enough meta talk. Build surveys the apocalypse and looks at the crowd on Armageddon Hill: the players, the entities, and Split. When Build turns to look at Split, his eyes narrow.
Split.
Greenie.
I don't have time for our passive-aggresive shenanigans right now. What I need you to do is get out of there and come
up here. Quickly.
Mmh. Fine.
Split teleports up to the Twinmobile and meets Build.
I need you to help me charge up this ship's battery.
Why the hell do you have a ship with a battery?
Don't ask. Just concentrate on the deepest recesses of the Red Sun and channel all of your energy into the battery.
Why should I help you? I should be killing you right now!
I know I said I've moved on, but I said I moved on from wanting to kill you SPECIFICALLY. Now it's more of a general
mission statement.
Good to know. Now help me out or we're going to lose and everything will be destroyed!
Cool.
JUST HELP ME OUT YOU PIECE OF
Okay, okay. But only because I'm pretty sure that if I don't you'll retcon me from existence. (Can you do that? Is that
thing?)
Sounds like you want to find out.
Build raises his left hand, which crackles with pure green energy. Split does the same, except his is red. The Twinmobile's cubic package shifts out of its position, the circular lock on it rotating as such that a glass cylinder is revealed. Build points at it, a silent motion to concentrate all energy to that spot. Pure titanic beams of green and red energy pulse straight towards the cylinder, causing the entire ship to shudder. The cylinder glows with steadily increasing amounts of green light, and ultimately shines a brilliant lime hue, the Red Sun energy somehow being converted into Green Sun energy. It works all the same, though.
When both are done, the ship has been successfully energized. The battery retracts, and the ship is permanently surrounded by a pulsating green aura. Build raises his hand, and the ship's navigational systems re-route themselves: charting a course back to Earth.
Okay. Now what?
Time for the return trip. This ship will be heading back to Earth.
The battery I asked for so long ago is finally being put to good use.
Now that the ship's full of the power of two First Guardians, the trip should be shorter this time.
And with that, Build concentrates intensely, and the ship skyrockets out of GodCraft's orbit, out of GodCraft's solar system, and back into the reaches of space. Build then immediately turns his gaze to the falling orange cloud of destruction looming in the sky, now burning a shade of demonic red. Snaking further into the atmosphere, it begins to evaporate the very clouds from the sky. Build begins to glow with green energy, his entire being flickering between states of existence seen and unseen. He redirects his concentration to the Eclipse in the night, and focuses a glaring, white-hot beam of chartreuse energy directly at the wreckage above. It takes the beam a moment to travel to such a great height, but when it hits the cloud, a resounding impact scatters all throughout the debris, momentarily stopping it. Shockwaves of energy boom throughout the sky, dissipating near the ground.
Although the cloud was stopped for a time, it eventually keeps pushing forward with the same red glow as it had before. However, it seems to be going slower than it was. Build is taking all the energy he has and channeling it into stopping, or at the very least slowing, GodCraft's impending doom. In the end, it will not be enough to truly stop it. No force in existence could hope to stop pure destruction. But slowing it will provide time, and time is what's needed most now.
As the Twinmobile soars out of GodCraft once more, expedited by the strength of a master twofold, it provides a backdrop to the clashing carnage slowly dropping onto a ruined landscape.
The Godmodder grimaces as Build is able to contain the Eclipse, but he cracks his knuckles and levitates higher.
GODMODDER: You can't stop me! I'm a being of pure energy with no weaknesses!
GODMODDER: Hmm. That's probably the Red Dragon talking and not me. Whatever. Don't dwell on it.
The Godmodder snaps his fingers, and a large circle begins to form around him: the biggest summoning circle that any of you have ever seen, larger than the one for the Final Wave, larger than the one for DMK, larger than the one the Godmodder would have used for the third Trial... This one stretches across the entirety of all of your fields of view. The Godmodder grins and hovers into the exact center of the circle, closing his eyes and levitating upward. Immediately the circle begins to glow with a radiant blue energy that threatens to eclipse the Eclipse in power.
GodCraft turns stale and grey, as all wildlife in the entirety of the planet is destroyed, their essence being sucked out to fuel the energy for the summon... All of the ores around the server are melted down into molten metal to fuel magnetic anomalies... Every entity on the field, bar Build and Split, who manage to hang on thanks to the power of the Narrative, are pulled away and sucked into the Godmodder's body... GodCraft is being stripped down to its bare bones, all for one singular purpose: to bring the joy of creation. And with it, oblivion. To create the largest summon ever attempted by the Godmodder... There is a white flash of light, and the outline of a Minecraft avatar appears that is so huge that it stretches all the way to the heavens like a skyscraper.
The Godmodder had always planned to round out the line of Mechs with a Mech centered around him: the most powerful Mech ever created, unstoppable with regards to size and power. But now, thanks to the Red Dragon, Alpha, and the Eclipse... The Godmodder can summon so much more than a mere robotic facsimile of his likeness. Oh, much
more. He can summon oblivion incarnate. The energy for the summon manifests in the form of metal: metal of different sizes, different shapes, different colors. Metal upon metal upon metal, stacking together with pure energy and ammunition and weaponry to form a hulking abomination of a summon.
Powered by pistons and alternating purple and red energy, the legs and feet of the Mech touch down, causing bedrock to crack. Huge shoulders form, with weapons concealed within, continuing with two arms that are completely different from one another: one with a purple fist, and one with the absence of an arm and yet not with the absence of power: in fact, with an abundance of it. A godarm to end all godarms. And then the chest forms, a magnificent chestplate with a circular hole that acts as the Mech's superlaser. Three orbs appear in the arms and chest of the Mech, gleaming brilliantly. Then the back forms, and arrays of flamethrowers turn on together, creating twin jets of flame that scorch the earth.
And then the head appears, forged from skin tone and pure unforgiving metal, adorned with the piercing white eyes of the Godmodder, given his luscious beard and capped off with his Steve-esque hair. It stares down at all of you, supported by the neck of the Mech, whose wires unite the entirety of the robot together. And then, at the
Mech's waist, one part hasn't been fully formed: the part where the Godmodder lies. Around him is built a cockpit, a control center for the entire Mech, guided by the Godmodder's own actions. An unbreakable shell forms around it, and the Mech takes two steps forward, its right hand clenching into a fist. The Godmodder speaks, his voice booming from speakers in the Mech's shoulders.
GODMODDER: Now THIS is what I'm talking about! THIS IS POWER!
GODMODDER: And now, to christen my ascencion with the most obnoxious dubstep of ALL TIME!
GODMODDER: (Eh, it works as final battle music too.)
True to the Godmodder's words, the shoulders of the Mech whirr to life and begin blaring the loudest and most obnoxious dubstep that any of you have ever heard! The Godmodder has released you from his grip a while ago, but now you all fall to the ground in pain! And then, the Mech reels back, readying its first attack! The right
hand raises itself up... And then snaps its fingers.
All of your eardrums are ruptured due to how loud and all-encompassing the snap is! Its power is so great that it materializes into four auras that encircle the universe! You all feel the Narrative changing and twisting as four new Curses spring up: the Curse of Anti-Entities, the Curse of Anti-Charging, the Curse of Anti- Alchemies, and the Curse of Anti-Respawns!
So that's it then... The Godmodder has pulled out all the stops this time. But he's not content with a name like the "GM-Mech". That would be too un-original. So he decides to give this construction a new name... A name worthy of the title of final boss. And then he comes up with his answer.
GODMODDER: The Incarnate.
GODMODDER: Heh. That works pretty well.
GODMODDER: Now, LET'S ROCK!
And so, the final Trial - and the final battle - begins.
How to Play:
This is it! The final battle! The Incarnate is larger and tougher than anything else you've fought so far, and it holds the very real power to end the entire world - and the universe - and reality itself! Now that the Godmodder has the power of the Red Dragon on his side, he'll be almost impossible to kill normally! ...Not without some help.
Reinforcements should be arriving soon! See if your attacks will be able to even damage the Incarnate at all... In the meantime, I'll be keeping the actual Eclipse at bay! But my help can't last forever... It'll be a temporary solution! Looks like you guys will have fifteen turns to defeat the Incarnate or else a bad ending might be in store...
About the Godmodder's curses: the Curse of Anti-Entities prevents any entities from being summoned! The Curse of Anti-Charging prevents any charges from being started, and stops all current charges so they cannot be used! (I told you to use them earlier!) The Curse of Anti-Alchemies disables all Alchemiters (including Pocket Alchemiters!) so they cannot be used! You can use alchemies you've already made and can finish alchemies you're currently making, but that's it! The Curse of Anti-Respawns prevents players from respawning on death... It seems the Godmodder has a more sinister fate planned for what happens when you die...
The Itinerary:
> All: Attack the Incarnate!
I. FINAL WAVE .III. DEMONHEAD .IIIII. INFESTATION .IIIIV. ASCENT .IVV. EXODUS .VArmageddon Hill:
IMPETUS COMB METER: ======================================== 3,709,500/8,000,000. (Gains +500,000/turn.)
Current Impetus Comb: 12
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 29/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 30/25. Has Super Armor.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Kajiulord: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
babysphee: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Generator_of_Cubes: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 31/25. Has Super Armor.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 30/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Talist: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
OverlordXcano: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 90%.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 22/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage a turn.
Pokefan151: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 25/20.
ProofofconcepT: [PG] HP: 20/20.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 25/25.
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 30/25.
K4yne: [N] HP: 25/25.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Split: [N] HP: 236,500/250,000. Weapon Mode: Contrivance. Temporal Piano: II Organ Grinder: II Anthem: II
Build: [AG] HP: 250,000/250,000. Slowing the Eclipse.
THE RED DRAGON: [PG] Forwarding the Eclipse. Impact: IIIIIIIIIIIIIII 15 turns.
THE INCARNATE: [FINAL BOSS] HP: 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, 000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000/100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. Nigh-invulnerable. Abilities unknown.
Godmodder: [GM] HP: 1/125. Killstreak: 86. Inside the Incarnate.
Curses of Anti-Charging, Anti-Entities, Anti-Alchemy, and Anti-Respawns.
The Forge
The Spoils:
Broken Halo: III READY (K4yne)
Contaminated Gear: IIII READY (ninjatwist321)
Rapidfire Bow: III READY (PitTheAngel)
HHH's Headtaker: III READY (ManiacMasteR)
Hivemind CPU: III READY (5l1n65h07)
Potion Supply: III READY (Talist)
Ender Orb: IIIII READY (Netpatham)
Slime-Inator: III READY(TehEpicNinja9001)
Molten Processor: IIII READY (Pokefan151)
Infinity Blade: II READY [4K] (The_Nonexistent_Tazz)
Prism: III READY (TehEpicNinja9001)
Lil' Cal: IIIII DISABLED (insert_generic_username)
Shockwave Laser-Cannon: IIII READY (Fseftr)
Sacred Pool Balls: IIII DISABLED (insert_generic_username)
Deudly Magnum: I READY (TwinBuilder)
Emerald Nova: IIII READY (pionoplayer)
Waluigi Thyme: ...IS OVER. (Irecreeper)
Withered Plate: IIII READY (TT2000)
Auditory Piston: III READY (The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man)
Inferno Servo: III READY (Netpatham)
Magma Multiplier: IIII READY (Fseftr)
Silver Eye: III READY (crystalcat)
Table Leg: III READY (Irecreeper)
Spare Tentacle: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Providence's Topper: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Red Scale: III DISABLED (engie_ninja)
Twitchy Staff: III READY (Irecreeper)
Chaos Heart: IIIII READY (K4yne)
Faceless Eight: II READY (insert_generic_username)
Necro Smasher: III READY (engie_ninja)
Black Matter Gun: IIII READY (crystalcat)
Kitsune Charm: II READY (Talist)
Glitch Wrench: IIII READY (gutza1)
Hard-Light Gun: III READY (ProofofconcepT)
Oblivion's Topper: III READY (The_Nonexistent_Tazz)
Pale Valve: IIII READY (The_Serpent)
Giant Gear: IIII READY (CobaltShade)
Nether Spire: IIIII READY (pionoplayer)
Amethyst Spike: IIIII READY (5l1n65h07)
Brass Knuckles: IIIIII DISABLED (Irecreeper)
Sacred Items:
12 Hog Slop
19 Elf Tears
15 Pie Filling
10 Weasel Snot
Propaganda posters like this have sprung up all over the world after the end of Trial 5. Earth remains oblivious to what is really going on. Project Binary has told everyone that the Operation is over, but conveniently left out the part where the players were the ones who destroyed it, and not him. And thanks to Mojang's recent patch, Project Binary has finalized the location of every single Minecraft account (bar around 50), and has shipped all of them off to the Moon.
Finally, the last obstacle in Project Binary's path to world domination has been removed. Now all that's left are the players, but they'll be taken care of in short order. Soon - very soon - the Mate will begin.
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I'll be making my great escape now!