*an infinitude of Argus's ships deploy, attempting to stop the Moon*
*and the Doom Bullets*
I poke the Incarnate.
...Crap.
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Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
PIT REALIZES THAT EVERYTHING'S GONE TO [SERIOUSLY] (3/3 Panics Left):
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I, in a state of panic, return to Proof.
"Advantages of divinity: very fast teleporting."
I calm down a bit.
"It's really gone to the fan now, Proof. The Godmodder's just tried to destroy the entire universe. This is real serious business now, Proof. I don't think it's even possible to work for him now. Proof, it's time to panic. True apocalypse is upon us. YOU HAVE NO MORE TIME TO BE ON THE BAD GUYS' SIDE. THE UNIVERSE AND POSSIBLY REALITY ITSELF HAS BEEN THREATENED. HELP. IT'S NOT WORTH ALL THE DEATH."
I return to the battlefield, ready to stare down all that is ready.
(SUGGESTED STRATEGY: Try to attack, but mainly Hold The Line until the reinforcements enter. Then unleash all.)
I pull out the Megaphone of Ultimate Armor Piercing and ask a literal Armor Piercing question: RICHARD? WHY IS YOUR BEARD GOING THROUGH YOUR EYE? THAT DOESN'T SEEM SANITARY! DO YOU NEED A DOCTOR TO LOOK AT THAT? OR PERHAPS A ROBOTICIST?
I watch the events of the storypost in awe and pants-wetting fear at the same time, before shaking myself as the final events unfold and the Incarnate appears. "Wow."
Getting myself out of the catatonic state I was in, I raise the Deus Ex Machina and write a law into its light. Sure, this may be a drop of hope in an infinite Red Sea of rage, and even a lv10 alchemy can't really even begin to measure up to the Incarnate, but even a drop of hope can inspire people to win. 'WE SHALL NOT LOSE.' The law I wrote coalesces into a Judgement, and its light begins to motivate the other players, snapping them out of their own awe, while at the same time weakening the Incarnate. After all, it looks much too powerful to simply crumble at a Judgement's light, and this Judgement is much weaker than regular Judgements by virtue of being created by a relatively low-level alchemy. (True Judgements would likely require something on the order of Level 500 to 1000, or even -1. But why am I saying this, the world's ending.)
"...Okay, 1*10^164. That actually is quite a chunk of health. But hey. I'm not one to back down from a fight like this one."
I give a small smirk, then turn to the 4th wall, reach through it, reach through an empty void, through onward to a very specific thing. A gray hand, metal and crystal combined, grab the display showing the INCARNATE's health, and tear 4 zeroes off of the end. The number, having lost 4 zeroes, reduces to 1*10^160. result is that the damage bar that floats off of the INCARNATE is a MASSIVE one.
However, due to the nature of my attack, attacking again would not kill the INCARNATE, only reduce it to 1*10^156. Besides, knowing the Godmodder, he just came up with a defense against that kind of attack.
Out in space, the observing ETS Caliber watches the battle, TECHPIECE at the helm, when they receive a call from me.
"Gentlemen, it has been an honor. You might be tempted to pull out the popcorn and watch the battle. There's an issue, though. The Red Dragon is flying around, wrecking everything. Forget the protocol, you need to leave now. This is not up for discussion."
The moment the call ends, the entire ship has been dumped outside the universe, along with the rest of the fleet, taking the unfinished Dual-Component charge with it. Instantly, the entire crew are up in arms about the violation of protocol, demanding various things of TECHPIECE and calling their loved ones to report a false alarm. After about the 20th time someone criticizes my choice and demands to go back in, TECHPIECE finally snaps.
"ENOUGH! ENGIE MADE HIS CHOICE, AND WHETHER OR NOT YOU BELIEVE IN THE PROTOCOL, HE INVENTED IT! HE OUTRANKS IT! WE ARE NOT GOING BACK IN THERE, NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE COMPLAIN!"
They fall silent, then somberly, slowly, the entire ship turns to fly away from the edge of the rapidly deteriorating world.
Component A and B: OUT OF RANGE
Off in the deepest deep space, the supermassive goliath of a ship, known to most as the Mainframe, turns and rockets towards the edge of Godcraft. It has received a direct order from me.
"If the Red Dragon attempts to exit Minecraftia, DESTROY IT."
The Mainframe knows of the Red Dragon's power. It obeys my order for 2 reasons.
The first reason is that, should the Red Dragon escape unhindered, it would only go on to destroy other lands. That's bad for business.
The second reason is that, face the facts, the Red Dragon, despite it's power and size, is a being far smaller than a universe.
The Mainframe knows of the Red Dragon's power.
It knows of it's own power.
The Mainframe would destroy the Red Dragon in single combat with little effort if need be. (After all, the Red Dragon was sealed away rather easily, and is "only" about World sized. In comparison, the Mainframe is almost impossible to seal, and dwarfs universes tremendously.)
The only question is how quickly it can do it, and how much collateral damage it would cause in the process.
Seeing that what I have ordered has been done, I turn back to the INCARNATE.
I raise the Voxwands and summon an immense, epic, truly godlike computer voice chorus. The voices of Microsoft Mike, Microsoft Mary, Radar Overseer Scotty (Adult Male #1 American English), Adult Male #2 American English, Bacon (Adult Male #3 American English), Adult Male #4 American English, Adult Male #5 American English, Adult Male #6 American English, Adult Male #7 American English, Adult Male #8 American English, Adult Female #1 American English, Adult Female #2 American English, Male Whisper, Female Whisper, Robosoft 1, Robosoft 2, Robosoft 3, Robosoft 4, Robosoft 5, Robosoft 6, Microsoft Anna, L&H Michael, L&H Michelle, Microsoft David Desktop, Microsoft Hazel Desktop, Microsoft Zira Desktop, LEON, LOLA, MIRIAM, MEIKO, KAITO, Sweet Ann, Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, Prima, Gackpoid/Kamui Gakupo, Megurine Luka, Megpoid/Gumi, SONiKA, SF-A2 Miki, Kaai Yuki, Hiyama Kiyoteru, Big Al, Tonio, Lily, VY1, Ryuto/Gachapoid, Nekomura Iroha, Utatane Piko, VY2, Mew, SeeU, Tone Rion, Oliver, CUL, Yuzuki Yukari, Bruno, Clara, IA, Aoki Lapis, Luo Tianyi, Galaco, MAYU, Avanna, WIL, KYO, YUU, Yan He, YOHIOloid, MAIKA, Merli, Macne Nana, Kokone, Anon, Kanon, v flower, Tohoku Zunko, Rana, Chika, Xin Hua, Cyber Diva and (you thought I forgot this didn't you) Microsoft Sam sing and rap epic battle music, causing many attacks to mini-crit!
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I put a finger to my forehead, I try to isolate my mind against the tidal wave of rage from the Red Dragon. Sure, the rage has been twice diluted on reaching me, but infinity divided by anything is still infinity (except maybe 0). Its awakening finally allowed all the fury and pain that for eons had thrashed and fought against its cage. It wanted nothing more and nothing less than to inflict true oblivion on any and every thing it could. I had some amount of control over the links that brought in this fury, so I could try and close the floodgates. Wilson, on the other hand...
Well then. Shall we rock and/or roll? Lets do this. Let us truly see if we can beat the Red Dragon. How funny it would come up earlier. Will our fishing boat do anything to the beast that lurks beyond our imagination? Only one way to find out.
The Incarnate might have a counter attack. And, if Twin wants us to use creativity any time, it just might be now. Seems like rather than break down the towering mech, going after its pilot would be easier. However, the cockpit is "indestructible" so maybe we can get at the communications equipment and try to break down the Godmodder's mind some more. But still, in terms of scale, Scratch had it better. Sorry. As did Dimentio, really. Or at least they were equal.
Real Action:
I was going to attack, but apparently that's not going to work. So, time for buffs!
In a very distant group of constellations, in a nod to my own map, a certain overseer watches the battle unfold.
Stupid, wasted world... That Dragon has the right idea, but destroying the entire planet is overkill and counterproductive. Hm. Fine. I suppose they can have my help. But I still want them to burn, just not their world. That, is too precious.
He pulls a few of the stars off the constellations and sends them streaking towards Godcraft like fireworks, all empowered with the strength of the night sky. Nothing happens right now, but they'll arrive on my first post during the turn after next.
I pull out a Potion of Zeus, Potion of Kitsune II, Potion of Critmist, Potion of Flares, Potion of Charring, Potion of Oblivion, and Potion of Temperature of the Emporium because I want those.
EVERYTHING IN THE EMPORIUM IS NOW FREE FOR ALL TO USE TO FIGHT THE INCARNATE
Total wealth = 493$ (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)
Just take whatever you want as long as you, a) share and use it against the Incarnate in some way. You can keep giving Wilson +2s if you like, but they'll do literally nothing except maybe give Wilson a bigger bath of gold to jump into once all is said and done.
Kelpie's Blade x1 (lvl 7 weapon)
Spectra's Chestplate (lvl 5 colorful armor)
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 x5 (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$, lvl 4, +dmg, -dmg taken)
Potion of Zeus x3 (7$, 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 x1 (6$, lvl 3, Legendary fox)
Splash Potion of Oblivion II x2 (7$, lvl 5, Life stealing cuts)
The Silicon SteamPunker &&& Bottled Hosi Fire &&& battery = Blinding Light 9/11
Bottled Hosi Fire &&& The Sparker (Wilson's level 8 weapon) = The Lightning Round DONE
((Let me try to help you out Piono. This conversation came up kinda accidentally really and its gotten weird. To my understanding, this is what happened: Wilson had been eavesdropping on Eric and Ereyle's argument about whether he could be trusted and decided to step in himself and brought up Ereyle's past of destroying the End and retaliating against Bender. Then Ereyle made his retort, and in it, he mentioned two things, my OOC assumptions about the Red Dragon and Wilson's original name, Laiko. He could only know those two bits of information via breaking the forth wall (and I mean the actual forth wall, not the in game forth wall. We really have bad names for things... what with our "real" fake selves, two forth walls, and two Earths), so I had Wilson's retort involve him breaking the forth wall as well because I thought Ereyle (not character) was being somewhat pretentious and because Wilson sometimes does that, such as in his conversation with Inari earlier. Wilson spoke the first 2 paragraphs of that in his normal thought translate thing before Ereyle started chanting, which caused Wilson to run away to the perimeter of the room. Then Ereyle got kicked out and Wilson kept breaking the forth wall and the conversation has now moved to being conducted through... nothing in particular. We do love our IC explanations, but here there really isn't one. Maybe you could link back Wilson's ability to break the forth wall to when he learned his world was known as Minecraft. But honestly, I just did it because it was kinda funny. But I'm going to roll with it.))
Also, everything we type up here has a good chance of making it into the webcomic? Wow... I better write well, I suppose.
Wilson starts to move back towards the center of the room, saying to everyone in the room,
What happened? I just... heard that. Something about the locations of the Descendants. Strange... Seems like it wouldn't be that hard to find them. I... don't know where Deimos is. I... actually have a message, but weather I can send it... depends on how the system works. Although, excuse me for a moment...
Wilson moves to one of the panels. How does it determine who gets the message? In order to reply to Ereyle, Wilson briefly goes back into the non land of breaking the fourth wall.
Hrm. Yes, I can hear, or rather, read you. Now, this is kinda awkward talking slash writing into nothing at all. So, I'm going to try and keep this at least somewhat short to hold onto my sanity. So, you might not be getting attacked by native inhabitants, but others who align themselves with the End. And you seem to actually agree with me. Blaming it on "spur of the moment" when Talist was close to finding a peaceful solution doesn't make you seem any more reliable or any less violent, such as on that... robot. The mind actually is a perfectly secure place. Its when my thoughts are written out for all players, and sometimes characters who brake the forth wall, to see that its not secure. You haven't broken into my mind or anything. If you did, you'd know what happened to me on my first birthday. As for the deity, you must be referring to Inari, someone I've mentioned to no one. But, the way you described her tells me there is zero in character explanation for knowing about her. Why? Because you said her text is gold. But no one ever "speaks" with a color. That's like trying to see a flavor. And something personal, I'm not just Wilson or just Laiko, but I usually refer to myself as Wilson to keep it simple. But I honestly don't care what you refer to me as. Go read page 401, post 8048 if you'd like more details. Or, you can wait until everything is explained at the end. I don't assume everyone is as "devout" as I am, but I'd like to think people aren't sadistic most of the time. And I'm not omnipresent, neither are you. That was a joke. Perhaps unreliable narrator wasn't the best term to use. Maybe just unreliable in general would have been better. And yes, everyone does have different views, which is why destroying the End and all the innocents there is so grievous. Not to mention the whole debacle with the Neth- ... ... I have to go! I- I can't hold this! I'm feelin- ERGH! ... I... AAGHH!!
The sorta link between Wilson and Ereyle is shattered as Wilson collapses onto the floor of the Tardis, trashing against invisible assailants. Like a beam of liquid fire, the rage sears through Wilson and fills him entirely. He tried to use his strongest memories as a barrier against this mental assault, but everything he had in his tiny three year long life could do nothing but be incinerated by eons of infernal rage and hatred towards all things. His finite number of memories stood powerless against an infinite amount of rage, pain, and madness that had stirred in the forgotten depths for all time, waiting for its chance to take its revenge on the world. And now, the entire world erupted with this rage and it now channeled, twice diluted, into Wilson via an ancient link he had left long forgotten. The rage seared through the brick walls of his old home, melted the caves he had explored to magma, blazed through his peaceful forests and groves, scorched the sand of his desert home to molten glass, and vaporized his lifelong collection of carefully brewed potions, leaving nothing in its wake but raging, torrid infernos. With all of his mind being torched away to just that one binary emotion, rage, Wilson threw his head back and, with heaven splitting power,
shrieked into the dying world. It was a horrible, inhuman sound, far too high pitched and filled with just as much pain and fear as rage. The scream seems to echo indefinitely in a finite time through the desolate expanses of the Tardis, reverberating Laiko's pain, grief, and rage over everything that had happened in this pointless war. Then, his last hurrah done, both Wilson and Laiko gave up, his head slowly drifting down to the ground, like a falling leaf gently floating in the wind, and he lay silent
((Yeah... being in his "4th wall breaking" mode or whatever makes him more sensitive to outside events and that really didn't help with this. But there are other reasons for this. Funny thing is that my plans for DTG3 actually involve the Red Dragon. Not directly though so it really doesn't matter what happens here, but this is some foreshadowing I suppose. I hope it doesn't seem attention needy or anything like that.))
Okay, okay, stop for a minute and think. Maybe, just maybe, now is the time. The time for SCIENCE! Let me go through everything, maybe i can think something up.
SCIENCE! in Progress
Let's get the most obvious thing out of the way. The Godmodder has applied himself with the power of a dragon. He used this power to build a mech from materials all over the world of Godcraft. What exactly can we learn from these things?
First, he yet again is in cahoooooooots with some form of being. He did this before, with himself and others. This means first and foremost that he now knows that he himself alone is a good for nothing wannabe. Think about it: Someone who has to consistently rely on other people instead of himself and still boasts like it was his own power? Grade A Inferiority Superiority Complex. It was really not necessary to build a frickin' mech now with his newfound power. He needs to see a therapist. Too bad i am a surgeon.
Now about the dragon. It currently soars around everywhere at an alarming speed. It's presence can be felt everywhere, and when you have to live alongside spectres and secretaries you pick up some form of aura recognition, which allows me to pinpoint the dragons aura everywhere. No matter how strong it will be, not everyone can actually feel it. Maybe if it'd turn up the heat but that'd be cheating.
Anyway, the dragon must be sort of energy being. Thinking about it, it must be possible to somehow contain the entire dragon in a sort of battery. Too bad that there is no battery that holds so much power, and Notch probably didn't hid one in Minecraft 2.0. Too [BEEP] bad.
Then there is the mech itself. A thing like this is probably invulnerable to every form of attack. Well, almost. I don't have enough data to confirm how invulnerable it is, and there is only one thing i can do to find out....
But the actually useful thing we need to know that the Godmooder is weak, in terms mind as well as body! Why would he need outside help anyway if he's supposed to be a Godmodder? Like a LOSER! Like a LOSER! Like a LOOOSER! Like a LOSER! (I start doing a silly dance, keeping the chant for a little longer. This is an incredibly silly sight, as i am still a Burnt, and all the body horror of my current form doesn't help this sequences case.)
I, for reasons of science, bomb the legs of the Incarnate.
I try convince Microsoft to buy the minecraft license and to create an completely different game with an code in C which would be called minecrosoft and which would be 1000 times less buggy and incomparably more optimized and with better graphics so that everyone stops worrying about minecraft since it is obsolete and minecrosoft would be ridiculously secured compared to minecraft since microsoft programmers are incomparably more competent(it is the sad truth but whatever you say the coders of minecraft are bad or are really sabotaging since at every version it lags 50 times more and adding an content similar to the one of the extensions with mods lags less meaning that they are really coding awfully).
Then I point out in godcraft that "ALL: attack the incarnate" means that it is also the objective of the red dragon and of the godmodder and of the Incarnate and so that it should punch itself and that the godmodder should be using his data destroying attacks on the Incarnate(Since minecraft universes are nothing more than data on hard drives).
I would question you about why you didn't provide any sort of projected result for the above three alchemies, but I don't really think it is necessary or even important, given your preoccupation. The apocalypse is of far more import than my final alchemical whims. Also, unless I'm horribly mistaken, they are all level five alchemies titled (Troll Blood Color) Psionic Diffuser.
I stand in pure awe of the moment itself, dropping any other unneeded lines of thought in the moment. Perhaps the Mate could come sooner. I'm really saying something if I think Binary would be better than this. Anyhow, I suppose we just levy our most powerful attacks at this thing, or prepare for defensive actions. Quite frankly, I'd rather have the defense right now. I see no reason to hold back anything anymore. As such, I raise a hand upwards, myriad amethyst energy pluming off of it towards a variety of extraneous locales, primarily those of empty spacetime. My eyes begin to glow with violet light, pulsing and vacillating rapidly between a variety of shades of purple, blue, and octarine, seemingly forming twin pulsars of unadulterated purple infinity. You weren't joking about when you said I had beaten the most powerful split personalities known to history just before the Tricksters and Grimdark initiated in Strife, were you. But, I'd rather not get killed for trapping somebody's sister in an Eternity Loop. I manipulate my fingers in an unusually esoteric fashion, and pulsating, ever-shifting orbs of multicolored mauve energy appear out of nowhere, emitting the occasional bursts of Flux-based lightning in random directions. With slight bits more of energy input, tendrils of arcane energy form around me, arcing toward the nearest player as well, regardless of alignment, at this point. Apparent maelstroms of amethyst magics swarm about the area, swiftly fusing and shifting into almost incomprehensibly dense auric shields around myself and the aforementioned nearest player. Shattered webworks of energy they may be, they will hopefully be somewhat helpful in trying to negate the unfathomable power of the Red Dragon and its oddly free-willed ally directed into oblivion-dripping attacks of chaotic corruption and destruction. In moments, an amethyst aura surrounds me, and fuels my actions, granting as much power as possible to the shields. Suddenly, spikes of pure arcane energy erupt from the ground, pulsating and twisting in a seemingly plasmic fashion. The spikes curve upwards, making tent-shaped shields of pure muticolored violet. Pure energy seems to flow around each spike, slowly making an indentation into reality, which is further exploited for utilization in shielding, to make the people within nigh-impossible to strike with just brute force. Afterwards, tendrils of plasmic energy circle the shields, filling in every crack, opening, or aperture conceivable.
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Lothyra: "Okay. I was expecting something impressive. But a giant Jaeger? That takes the cake."
She turns to all the players.
Lothyra: "Guys. We need to work together. No infighting. We aren't guaranteed a happy ending anymore."
She turns to the Planet Express Crew.
Lothyra: "Fry, Amy, and Leela. You're our airforce. You are the ones with the most freedom of attack. You're the ones who will distract the Incarnate. Farnsworth and Bender, you're the ones with all the firepower. And Zoidberg, your role is the most important one of all. You make sure that everyone doesn't die. Because respawns are disabled. Now, your first task is to analyze the Incarnate's weaknesses until reinforcements show up. HAL will help you with that."
She opens the Bag of Holding a little bit to allow for communications with HAL.
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Fry, Amy, and Leela head into the Planet Express Ship 3.0 (Amy brings her hoverboard). The ship's engines activate, and it rockets off towards the Incarnate.
Farnsworth: "Fortunately, I've brought my personal-vehicular rollback device. If the Planet Express Ship is destroyed, or anyone dies, but our HP bar still has not hit zero, we'll be revived, and the Ship will come back as well."
The Planet Express Ship 3.0 flies around the Incarnate like a fly (or those biplanes from King Kong). It tests the Incarnate's armor by firing a laser barrage. If the Incarnate retaliates, the Planet Express Ship does a dimensional jump. Zoidberg overheals Lothyra ((Gutza)) with Universal Power.
> how could you not miss the all-powerful force of entropy?
> we’ve had a lot of fun, playing all these games with you
> so much fun
> but the time for games is over
> we’ve shed our entity label, as any decent force should
> and we think it’s time we showed you the misery you’ve inflicted on the universe
> let’s get started
An enormous plume of steam and superheated water erupts from the ground, right in the center of the Battlefield. The plume stretches past the limit a normal computer can handle and spills out across the Battlefield, scalding any players in the way/ The water is not that of normal Minecraft, but is clear and looks like water from Earth. Visions of chaos and destruction flash in the water’s surface, images of death and ruin, all caused by this war, this Godmodder.
> see all this
> you did this, players
> you did this, richard
> we’re no malevolent being
> we just happen to be rooted in destruction
> and when something like this goes down
> we come in to destroy the destroyers
> seems fair, doesn’t it, when we phrase it like this
> you might not think it’s fair in a couple seconds, though
Let’s count up the numbers, shall we? So, there have been hundreds upon thousands, maybe millions, maybe even billions (or trillions, et cetera, we don’t really know) of entities and players involved in this war. Practically every single one has died at least once. Of course, that’s only taking into account GodCraft alone. Universe A has been brutally subjected to ruin caused by the activities of Lord English and the Employer. Universe B has been put under the rule of a monstrous AI digital snake hell-bent on taking over the multiverse. Discworld has had… things happen to it. Tabletopia is, like, deaded at this point. Who even knows what the hell the Portal and Gravity Falls universes are going through, assuming they even are different from Universe B. Antichamber… I don’t know. Countless other universes have been completely demolished by the activities of other beings such as Piono and his OP King, PB, and even Bill Cipher. THE HEXAHEDRON ITSELF WAS SCRATCHED. Does that say enough of what this thing has caused? Add that all up, and we get to things like CENTILLIONS of deaths. One centillion is many orders of magnitude larger than even a googol. It’s probably even more, because with all this unisurfing we’re doing, the distance between universes seems pretty small, but we can’t forget that a single universe is still unfathomably big. The fact is that this war has put a dent - a comparatively minuscule dent compared to the insane size of the multiverse, but still a dent - into reality. I believe a few Plot Entities might have been killed, about 50 update terminals destroyed. The point is, all of this is because of one man, a man who thought he could annoy everyone in Universe B’s version of Earth and be famous, but ended up creating something much, much bigger than he could control. It’s not hard to realize why he went schizo. It’s an awful lot of stress put on you when you create a giant inter-universal war that threatens existence itself for a lot of beings.
> thank you, mysterious being with control over the narrative, for telling us all that
> we’re sure that was an absolutely needed critical fact and not an esoteric rant about the huge numbers this involves
> but just look at that, richard
> what does that tell you
> do you regret anything you’ve done
> or have you gone past the point of no return in the swimming pool of sanity
> let’s test this
Suddenly, the power of every single death and every single blow that has happened as a result of the Godmodder's actions is packed into a tight, red, transparent sphere situated at the heart of GodCraft. All of the ghosts of the fallen squirm and shift inside it, impossibly huge numbers of beings somehow packed into a space approximately 20 meters across.
> we’re so sorry we can’t deliver it to you personally
> unfortunately, you seem to be rather difficult to hit right now
> not that this won’t completely miss you
> we’re sure it will at least have some effect
> but we’d much rather destroy your creation
The sphere pulses and rapidly expands outward at 35% of the speed of light, or 104,927,360 miles per second, instantly vaporizing the blocks in the way and creating an expanding wall of plasma. Countless souls shriek out as they search for the one man who did this to them, directly or indirectly. Bedrock itself is destroyed by the force of the insane blast, which has obviously been highly concentrated to only hit GodCraft (or else it could destroy several hundred universes, a ridiculous feat). Bedrock does have a finite blast resistance, of course. Every single player left, essentially the Descendants and any stragglers sticking around to watch the final battle, don't even have time to formulate a single thought before they are vaporized and are forced to respawn. Universe C would be entirely destroyed were it not for the OP Scale, which limits the attack somewhat but does not prevent its massive effects.
As the attack ends, the first thing that is obvious is the profound ruination of the server. Most of the blocks are just completely gone. The things left are Yggdrassil, chunks of Bedrock here and there, a few surviving pieces of the Battlefield, and the Godmodder’s personal structures. All over, the empty, black abyss of the Void is visible. Presumably not the Void between universes, but the one under Minecraftia, but who really knows at this point. GodCraft now looks like a collection of small islands floating in space, and those islands are fiery and ruined. Armageddon days are definitely here.
> we went easy on you
> remember that, richard
> think about the consequences of what you do in the future
> because if you’re not careful
> you can get yourself killed
> which is to say
> you already have
> don’t waste the time you have left, because it isn’t much
> not much at all
> wait a second
> is that
> red
> it has to be
> ok
> fine
> we'll settle for destroying this universe
Godammit Twin stop destroying the universe before I do. This will still be a massive AoE attack, but please retarget it and all of the awesome flavor text at the Eclipse, pushing it forward and reducing the turn count we have. If this is impossible, just retarget it at the Incarnate.
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Wilson's Shop: $338, why not keep track
Battlefield: No real point in attacking, so I cover myself and as many other AG and N players as possible with the Bulletesseract.
+2 to Wilson, why not keep doing it
Leftovers AND Focus Sash AND Life Orb AND Charm AND Azure Essence 7/11
Erelye Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 7/11
Map of the Multiverse AND Twitch Logo AND Tablet AND Azure Essence 2/11
>WARNING: IMMINENT EoTW SCENARIO.
>ACTIVATING ACHRONAL EMERGENCY BEACON
>ALERT BROADCAST
*an infinitude of Argus's ships deploy, attempting to stop the Moon*
*and the Doom Bullets*
I poke the Incarnate.
...Crap.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
PIT REALIZES THAT EVERYTHING'S GONE TO [SERIOUSLY] (3/3 Panics Left):
???: 28/50Appropriate Music:
I, in a state of panic, return to Proof.
"Advantages of divinity: very fast teleporting."
I calm down a bit.
"It's really gone to the fan now, Proof. The Godmodder's just tried to destroy the entire universe. This is real serious business now, Proof. I don't think it's even possible to work for him now. Proof, it's time to panic. True apocalypse is upon us. YOU HAVE NO MORE TIME TO BE ON THE BAD GUYS' SIDE. THE UNIVERSE AND POSSIBLY REALITY ITSELF HAS BEEN THREATENED. HELP. IT'S NOT WORTH ALL THE DEATH."
I return to the battlefield, ready to stare down all that is ready.
(SUGGESTED STRATEGY: Try to attack, but mainly Hold The Line until the reinforcements enter. Then unleash all.)
EVERYTHING HAS GONE TO [REDACTED].
HAVE FUN.
/weredeadnull
...10 / 10 would willingly sacrifice Twin for drawing skills.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
I pull out the Megaphone of Ultimate Armor Piercing and ask a literal Armor Piercing question: RICHARD? WHY IS YOUR BEARD GOING THROUGH YOUR EYE? THAT DOESN'T SEEM SANITARY! DO YOU NEED A DOCTOR TO LOOK AT THAT? OR PERHAPS A ROBOTICIST?
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>Ire: Exit TARDIS, equip Brown Pants.
You lack a pair of Brown Pants! You still exit the TARDIS, though. There's some huge robot, and...
Oh dear.
>Ire: Agress.
WARNING: This is suicide! Proceed?
>Ire: PROCEED.
=TURN ONE=
=PLANNING=
...I'll make like Lord_Herobrine and make battle plans. I guess. Piono / Erelye, could you help collaborate on this?
CURRENT GOALS:
Cast buffs, make shields; WE WILL NEED THEM.
Determine who gets the Comb-Raves.
=ACTION=
I start by building wooden barriers around Build! I then pull out a pen and paper and start writing down stuff for an ultimate attack!
After several failed drafts, the INCARNATE is hit by a giant paper ninja-star made from said failed drafts.
I also begin lifting the BRASS KNUCKLES. (1 / 6)
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Turn 1/3.
Thaumonomitron && Magic Cueball = Thaumic Oracle 5/11.
Thaumic Crystal && Mystic Focusing Crystal = Mystic Focuser 4/5
Fifth Wall-Breaking Magic && Simple Crystal Orb = The Sight-Beyond 4/6
I watch the events of the storypost in awe and pants-wetting fear at the same time, before shaking myself as the final events unfold and the Incarnate appears. "Wow."
Getting myself out of the catatonic state I was in, I raise the Deus Ex Machina and write a law into its light. Sure, this may be a drop of hope in an infinite Red Sea of rage, and even a lv10 alchemy can't really even begin to measure up to the Incarnate, but even a drop of hope can inspire people to win. 'WE SHALL NOT LOSE.' The law I wrote coalesces into a Judgement, and its light begins to motivate the other players, snapping them out of their own awe, while at the same time weakening the Incarnate. After all, it looks much too powerful to simply crumble at a Judgement's light, and this Judgement is much weaker than regular Judgements by virtue of being created by a relatively low-level alchemy. (True Judgements would likely require something on the order of Level 500 to 1000, or even -1. But why am I saying this, the world's ending.)
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
"...Okay, 1*10^164. That actually is quite a chunk of health. But hey. I'm not one to back down from a fight like this one."
I give a small smirk, then turn to the 4th wall, reach through it, reach through an empty void, through onward to a very specific thing. A gray hand, metal and crystal combined, grab the display showing the INCARNATE's health, and tear 4 zeroes off of the end. The number, having lost 4 zeroes, reduces to 1*10^160. result is that the damage bar that floats off of the INCARNATE is a MASSIVE one.
However, due to the nature of my attack, attacking again would not kill the INCARNATE, only reduce it to 1*10^156. Besides, knowing the Godmodder, he just came up with a defense against that kind of attack.
Out in space, the observing ETS Caliber watches the battle, TECHPIECE at the helm, when they receive a call from me.
"Gentlemen, it has been an honor. You might be tempted to pull out the popcorn and watch the battle. There's an issue, though. The Red Dragon is flying around, wrecking everything. Forget the protocol, you need to leave now. This is not up for discussion."
The moment the call ends, the entire ship has been dumped outside the universe, along with the rest of the fleet, taking the unfinished Dual-Component charge with it. Instantly, the entire crew are up in arms about the violation of protocol, demanding various things of TECHPIECE and calling their loved ones to report a false alarm. After about the 20th time someone criticizes my choice and demands to go back in, TECHPIECE finally snaps.
"ENOUGH! ENGIE MADE HIS CHOICE, AND WHETHER OR NOT YOU BELIEVE IN THE PROTOCOL, HE INVENTED IT! HE OUTRANKS IT! WE ARE NOT GOING BACK IN THERE, NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE COMPLAIN!"
They fall silent, then somberly, slowly, the entire ship turns to fly away from the edge of the rapidly deteriorating world.
Component A and B: OUT OF RANGE
Off in the deepest deep space, the supermassive goliath of a ship, known to most as the Mainframe, turns and rockets towards the edge of Godcraft. It has received a direct order from me.
"If the Red Dragon attempts to exit Minecraftia, DESTROY IT."
The Mainframe knows of the Red Dragon's power. It obeys my order for 2 reasons.
The first reason is that, should the Red Dragon escape unhindered, it would only go on to destroy other lands. That's bad for business.
The second reason is that, face the facts, the Red Dragon, despite it's power and size, is a being far smaller than a universe.
The Mainframe knows of the Red Dragon's power.
It knows of it's own power.
The Mainframe would destroy the Red Dragon in single combat with little effort if need be. (After all, the Red Dragon was sealed away rather easily, and is "only" about World sized. In comparison, the Mainframe is almost impossible to seal, and dwarfs universes tremendously.)
The only question is how quickly it can do it, and how much collateral damage it would cause in the process.
Seeing that what I have ordered has been done, I turn back to the INCARNATE.
Death is not an option for me.
Literally.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
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MLG Essence && Shrek'd Prepubescence = Cool Ranch Killer (9/11)
Action (Buff)
I raise the Voxwands and summon an immense, epic, truly godlike computer voice chorus. The voices of Microsoft Mike, Microsoft Mary, Radar Overseer Scotty (Adult Male #1 American English), Adult Male #2 American English, Bacon (Adult Male #3 American English), Adult Male #4 American English, Adult Male #5 American English, Adult Male #6 American English, Adult Male #7 American English, Adult Male #8 American English, Adult Female #1 American English, Adult Female #2 American English, Male Whisper, Female Whisper, Robosoft 1, Robosoft 2, Robosoft 3, Robosoft 4, Robosoft 5, Robosoft 6, Microsoft Anna, L&H Michael, L&H Michelle, Microsoft David Desktop, Microsoft Hazel Desktop, Microsoft Zira Desktop, LEON, LOLA, MIRIAM, MEIKO, KAITO, Sweet Ann, Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, Prima, Gackpoid/Kamui Gakupo, Megurine Luka, Megpoid/Gumi, SONiKA, SF-A2 Miki, Kaai Yuki, Hiyama Kiyoteru, Big Al, Tonio, Lily, VY1, Ryuto/Gachapoid, Nekomura Iroha, Utatane Piko, VY2, Mew, SeeU, Tone Rion, Oliver, CUL, Yuzuki Yukari, Bruno, Clara, IA, Aoki Lapis, Luo Tianyi, Galaco, MAYU, Avanna, WIL, KYO, YUU, Yan He, YOHIOloid, MAIKA, Merli, Macne Nana, Kokone, Anon, Kanon, v flower, Tohoku Zunko, Rana, Chika, Xin Hua, Cyber Diva and (you thought I forgot this didn't you) Microsoft Sam sing and rap epic battle music, causing many attacks to mini-crit!
I put a finger to my forehead, I try to isolate my mind against the tidal wave of rage from the Red Dragon. Sure, the rage has been twice diluted on reaching me, but infinity divided by anything is still infinity (except maybe 0). Its awakening finally allowed all the fury and pain that for eons had thrashed and fought against its cage. It wanted nothing more and nothing less than to inflict true oblivion on any and every thing it could. I had some amount of control over the links that brought in this fury, so I could try and close the floodgates. Wilson, on the other hand...
Well then. Shall we rock and/or roll? Lets do this. Let us truly see if we can beat the Red Dragon. How funny it would come up earlier. Will our fishing boat do anything to the beast that lurks beyond our imagination? Only one way to find out.
The Incarnate might have a counter attack. And, if Twin wants us to use creativity any time, it just might be now. Seems like rather than break down the towering mech, going after its pilot would be easier. However, the cockpit is "indestructible" so maybe we can get at the communications equipment and try to break down the Godmodder's mind some more. But still, in terms of scale, Scratch had it better. Sorry. As did Dimentio, really. Or at least they were equal.
Real Action:
I was going to attack, but apparently that's not going to work. So, time for buffs!
In a very distant group of constellations, in a nod to my own map, a certain overseer watches the battle unfold.
Stupid, wasted world... That Dragon has the right idea, but destroying the entire planet is overkill and counterproductive. Hm. Fine. I suppose they can have my help. But I still want them to burn, just not their world. That, is too precious.
He pulls a few of the stars off the constellations and sends them streaking towards Godcraft like fireworks, all empowered with the strength of the night sky. Nothing happens right now, but they'll arrive on my first post during the turn after next.
I pull out a Potion of Zeus, Potion of Kitsune II, Potion of Critmist, Potion of Flares, Potion of Charring, Potion of Oblivion, and Potion of Temperature of the Emporium because I want those.
The Silicon SteamPunker &&& Bottled Hosi Fire &&& battery = Blinding Light 9/11
Bottled Hosi Fire &&& The Sparker (Wilson's level 8 weapon) = The Lightning Round DONE
Also, everything we type up here has a good chance of making it into the webcomic? Wow... I better write well, I suppose.
Wilson starts to move back towards the center of the room, saying to everyone in the room,
What happened? I just... heard that. Something about the locations of the Descendants. Strange... Seems like it wouldn't be that hard to find them. I... don't know where Deimos is. I... actually have a message, but weather I can send it... depends on how the system works. Although, excuse me for a moment...
Wilson moves to one of the panels. How does it determine who gets the message? In order to reply to Ereyle, Wilson briefly goes back into the non land of breaking the fourth wall.
The sorta link between Wilson and Ereyle is shattered as Wilson collapses onto the floor of the Tardis, trashing against invisible assailants. Like a beam of liquid fire, the rage sears through Wilson and fills him entirely. He tried to use his strongest memories as a barrier against this mental assault, but everything he had in his tiny three year long life could do nothing but be incinerated by eons of infernal rage and hatred towards all things. His finite number of memories stood powerless against an infinite amount of rage, pain, and madness that had stirred in the forgotten depths for all time, waiting for its chance to take its revenge on the world. And now, the entire world erupted with this rage and it now channeled, twice diluted, into Wilson via an ancient link he had left long forgotten. The rage seared through the brick walls of his old home, melted the caves he had explored to magma, blazed through his peaceful forests and groves, scorched the sand of his desert home to molten glass, and vaporized his lifelong collection of carefully brewed potions, leaving nothing in its wake but raging, torrid infernos. With all of his mind being torched away to just that one binary emotion, rage, Wilson threw his head back and, with heaven splitting power,
shrieked into the dying world. It was a horrible, inhuman sound, far too high pitched and filled with just as much pain and fear as rage. The scream seems to echo indefinitely in a finite time through the desolate expanses of the Tardis, reverberating Laiko's pain, grief, and rage over everything that had happened in this pointless war. Then, his last hurrah done, both Wilson and Laiko gave up, his head slowly drifting down to the ground, like a falling leaf gently floating in the wind, and he lay silent
((Yeah... being in his "4th wall breaking" mode or whatever makes him more sensitive to outside events and that really didn't help with this. But there are other reasons for this. Funny thing is that my plans for DTG3 actually involve the Red Dragon. Not directly though so it really doesn't matter what happens here, but this is some foreshadowing I suppose. I hope it doesn't seem attention needy or anything like that.))
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
Okay, okay, stop for a minute and think. Maybe, just maybe, now is the time. The time for SCIENCE! Let me go through everything, maybe i can think something up.
SCIENCE! in Progress
Let's get the most obvious thing out of the way. The Godmodder has applied himself with the power of a dragon. He used this power to build a mech from materials all over the world of Godcraft. What exactly can we learn from these things?
First, he yet again is in cahoooooooots with some form of being. He did this before, with himself and others. This means first and foremost that he now knows that he himself alone is a good for nothing wannabe. Think about it: Someone who has to consistently rely on other people instead of himself and still boasts like it was his own power? Grade A Inferiority Superiority Complex. It was really not necessary to build a frickin' mech now with his newfound power. He needs to see a therapist. Too bad i am a surgeon.
Now about the dragon. It currently soars around everywhere at an alarming speed. It's presence can be felt everywhere, and when you have to live alongside spectres and secretaries you pick up some form of aura recognition, which allows me to pinpoint the dragons aura everywhere. No matter how strong it will be, not everyone can actually feel it. Maybe if it'd turn up the heat but that'd be cheating.
Anyway, the dragon must be sort of energy being. Thinking about it, it must be possible to somehow contain the entire dragon in a sort of battery. Too bad that there is no battery that holds so much power, and Notch probably didn't hid one in Minecraft 2.0. Too [BEEP] bad.
Then there is the mech itself. A thing like this is probably invulnerable to every form of attack. Well, almost. I don't have enough data to confirm how invulnerable it is, and there is only one thing i can do to find out....
But the actually useful thing we need to know that the Godmooder is weak, in terms mind as well as body! Why would he need outside help anyway if he's supposed to be a Godmodder? Like a LOSER! Like a LOSER! Like a LOOOSER! Like a LOSER! (I start doing a silly dance, keeping the chant for a little longer. This is an incredibly silly sight, as i am still a Burnt, and all the body horror of my current form doesn't help this sequences case.)
I, for reasons of science, bomb the legs of the Incarnate.
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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.
I try convince Microsoft to buy the minecraft license and to create an completely different game with an code in C which would be called minecrosoft and which would be 1000 times less buggy and incomparably more optimized and with better graphics so that everyone stops worrying about minecraft since it is obsolete and minecrosoft would be ridiculously secured compared to minecraft since microsoft programmers are incomparably more competent(it is the sad truth but whatever you say the coders of minecraft are bad or are really sabotaging since at every version it lags 50 times more and adding an content similar to the one of the extensions with mods lags less meaning that they are really coding awfully).
Then I point out in godcraft that "ALL: attack the incarnate" means that it is also the objective of the red dragon and of the godmodder and of the Incarnate and so that it should punch itself and that the godmodder should be using his data destroying attacks on the Incarnate(Since minecraft universes are nothing more than data on hard drives).
Here we are... the Final Confrontation!
And I was about to unleash something truly epic, as well...
Well, I may as well put on appropriate music.
Action 1/3
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I try my best to summon Dirk Strider if available! He kicks ass in Homestuck, so he's got to help us out now!
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
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MLG Essence && Shrek'd Prepubescence = Cool Ranch Killer (10/11)
Action
I wait on everyone else for theories and actions.
Psionic Diffuser && Cobalt Blood (3/???)
Psionic Diffuser && Purple Blood (3/???)
Psionic Diffuser && Fuchsia Blood (3/???)
I would question you about why you didn't provide any sort of projected result for the above three alchemies, but I don't really think it is necessary or even important, given your preoccupation. The apocalypse is of far more import than my final alchemical whims. Also, unless I'm horribly mistaken, they are all level five alchemies titled (Troll Blood Color) Psionic Diffuser.
I stand in pure awe of the moment itself, dropping any other unneeded lines of thought in the moment. Perhaps the Mate could come sooner. I'm really saying something if I think Binary would be better than this. Anyhow, I suppose we just levy our most powerful attacks at this thing, or prepare for defensive actions. Quite frankly, I'd rather have the defense right now. I see no reason to hold back anything anymore. As such, I raise a hand upwards, myriad amethyst energy pluming off of it towards a variety of extraneous locales, primarily those of empty spacetime. My eyes begin to glow with violet light, pulsing and vacillating rapidly between a variety of shades of purple, blue, and octarine, seemingly forming twin pulsars of unadulterated purple infinity. You weren't joking about when you said I had beaten the most powerful split personalities known to history just before the Tricksters and Grimdark initiated in Strife, were you. But, I'd rather not get killed for trapping somebody's sister in an Eternity Loop. I manipulate my fingers in an unusually esoteric fashion, and pulsating, ever-shifting orbs of multicolored mauve energy appear out of nowhere, emitting the occasional bursts of Flux-based lightning in random directions. With slight bits more of energy input, tendrils of arcane energy form around me, arcing toward the nearest player as well, regardless of alignment, at this point. Apparent maelstroms of amethyst magics swarm about the area, swiftly fusing and shifting into almost incomprehensibly dense auric shields around myself and the aforementioned nearest player. Shattered webworks of energy they may be, they will hopefully be somewhat helpful in trying to negate the unfathomable power of the Red Dragon and its oddly free-willed ally directed into oblivion-dripping attacks of chaotic corruption and destruction. In moments, an amethyst aura surrounds me, and fuels my actions, granting as much power as possible to the shields. Suddenly, spikes of pure arcane energy erupt from the ground, pulsating and twisting in a seemingly plasmic fashion. The spikes curve upwards, making tent-shaped shields of pure muticolored violet. Pure energy seems to flow around each spike, slowly making an indentation into reality, which is further exploited for utilization in shielding, to make the people within nigh-impossible to strike with just brute force. Afterwards, tendrils of plasmic energy circle the shields, filling in every crack, opening, or aperture conceivable.
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 4/9
IAC-FR: 11/11 Complete!
Final Planet Express Ship: 5/11
==Actions==
Bender: "Waiting waiting (trial 6 happens) OH CRAP!"
Lothyra: "Okay. I was expecting something impressive. But a giant Jaeger? That takes the cake."
She turns to all the players.
Lothyra: "Guys. We need to work together. No infighting. We aren't guaranteed a happy ending anymore."
She turns to the Planet Express Crew.
Lothyra: "Fry, Amy, and Leela. You're our airforce. You are the ones with the most freedom of attack. You're the ones who will distract the Incarnate. Farnsworth and Bender, you're the ones with all the firepower. And Zoidberg, your role is the most important one of all. You make sure that everyone doesn't die. Because respawns are disabled. Now, your first task is to analyze the Incarnate's weaknesses until reinforcements show up. HAL will help you with that."
She opens the Bag of Holding a little bit to allow for communications with HAL.
Y3s. 1 w1ll b3 pr0c3ss1ng th3 data ab0ut th3 1ncarat3. H0w3v3r, 1t 1s Fry, Amy, and L33la's j0b t0 gather sa1d data. 1 r3c0mm3d gath3r1ng 1n th3 Plan3t 3xpr3ss Sh1p, wh1ch has a pr0t3ct1v3 f0rc3f13ld.
Fry, Amy, and Leela head into the Planet Express Ship 3.0 (Amy brings her hoverboard). The ship's engines activate, and it rockets off towards the Incarnate.
Farnsworth: "Fortunately, I've brought my personal-vehicular rollback device. If the Planet Express Ship is destroyed, or anyone dies, but our HP bar still has not hit zero, we'll be revived, and the Ship will come back as well."
The Planet Express Ship 3.0 flies around the Incarnate like a fly (or those biplanes from King Kong). It tests the Incarnate's armor by firing a laser barrage. If the Incarnate retaliates, the Planet Express Ship does a dimensional jump. Zoidberg overheals Lothyra ((Gutza)) with Universal Power.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
I am the ORIGINAL GM of DTG...and I have NO INTEREST in letting this happen to my(and Twin's) universe!
Since Green Sun power seems to be doing SOMETHING right now, I use GREEN ECHO: LEVEL 10 on the Godmodder's mecha!
(Twin! When is my Rave due? I've been meaning to ask you via Pesterchum but...)
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FINALE
TORN ASUNDER
0/0 EXPENDED
> missed us?
> of course you did
> how could you not miss the all-powerful force of entropy?
> we’ve had a lot of fun, playing all these games with you
> so much fun
> but the time for games is over
> we’ve shed our entity label, as any decent force should
> and we think it’s time we showed you the misery you’ve inflicted on the universe
> let’s get started
An enormous plume of steam and superheated water erupts from the ground, right in the center of the Battlefield. The plume stretches past the limit a normal computer can handle and spills out across the Battlefield, scalding any players in the way/ The water is not that of normal Minecraft, but is clear and looks like water from Earth. Visions of chaos and destruction flash in the water’s surface, images of death and ruin, all caused by this war, this Godmodder.
> see all this
> you did this, players
> you did this, richard
> we’re no malevolent being
> we just happen to be rooted in destruction
> and when something like this goes down
> we come in to destroy the destroyers
> seems fair, doesn’t it, when we phrase it like this
> you might not think it’s fair in a couple seconds, though
Let’s count up the numbers, shall we? So, there have been hundreds upon thousands, maybe millions, maybe even billions (or trillions, et cetera, we don’t really know) of entities and players involved in this war. Practically every single one has died at least once. Of course, that’s only taking into account GodCraft alone. Universe A has been brutally subjected to ruin caused by the activities of Lord English and the Employer. Universe B has been put under the rule of a monstrous AI digital snake hell-bent on taking over the multiverse. Discworld has had… things happen to it. Tabletopia is, like, deaded at this point. Who even knows what the hell the Portal and Gravity Falls universes are going through, assuming they even are different from Universe B. Antichamber… I don’t know. Countless other universes have been completely demolished by the activities of other beings such as Piono and his OP King, PB, and even Bill Cipher. THE HEXAHEDRON ITSELF WAS SCRATCHED. Does that say enough of what this thing has caused? Add that all up, and we get to things like CENTILLIONS of deaths. One centillion is many orders of magnitude larger than even a googol. It’s probably even more, because with all this unisurfing we’re doing, the distance between universes seems pretty small, but we can’t forget that a single universe is still unfathomably big. The fact is that this war has put a dent - a comparatively minuscule dent compared to the insane size of the multiverse, but still a dent - into reality. I believe a few Plot Entities might have been killed, about 50 update terminals destroyed. The point is, all of this is because of one man, a man who thought he could annoy everyone in Universe B’s version of Earth and be famous, but ended up creating something much, much bigger than he could control. It’s not hard to realize why he went schizo. It’s an awful lot of stress put on you when you create a giant inter-universal war that threatens existence itself for a lot of beings.
> thank you, mysterious being with control over the narrative, for telling us all that
Suddenly, the power of every single death and every single blow that has happened as a result of the Godmodder's actions is packed into a tight, red, transparent sphere situated at the heart of GodCraft. All of the ghosts of the fallen squirm and shift inside it, impossibly huge numbers of beings somehow packed into a space approximately 20 meters across.
> we’re so sorry we can’t deliver it to you personally
> unfortunately, you seem to be rather difficult to hit right now
> not that this won’t completely miss you
> we’re sure it will at least have some effect
> but we’d much rather destroy your creation
The sphere pulses and rapidly expands outward at 35% of the speed of light, or 104,927,360 miles per second, instantly vaporizing the blocks in the way and creating an expanding wall of plasma. Countless souls shriek out as they search for the one man who did this to them, directly or indirectly. Bedrock itself is destroyed by the force of the insane blast, which has obviously been highly concentrated to only hit GodCraft (or else it could destroy several hundred universes, a ridiculous feat). Bedrock does have a finite blast resistance, of course. Every single player left, essentially the Descendants and any stragglers sticking around to watch the final battle, don't even have time to formulate a single thought before they are vaporized and are forced to respawn. Universe C would be entirely destroyed were it not for the OP Scale, which limits the attack somewhat but does not prevent its massive effects.
As the attack ends, the first thing that is obvious is the profound ruination of the server. Most of the blocks are just completely gone. The things left are Yggdrassil, chunks of Bedrock here and there, a few surviving pieces of the Battlefield, and the Godmodder’s personal structures. All over, the empty, black abyss of the Void is visible. Presumably not the Void between universes, but the one under Minecraftia, but who really knows at this point. GodCraft now looks like a collection of small islands floating in space, and those islands are fiery and ruined. Armageddon days are definitely here.
> we went easy on you
> remember that, richard
> think about the consequences of what you do in the future
> because if you’re not careful
> you can get yourself killed
> which is to say
> you already have
> don’t waste the time you have left, because it isn’t much
> not much at all
> wait a second
> is that
> red
> it has to be
> ok
> fine
> we'll settle for destroying this universe
Godammit Twin stop destroying the universe before I do. This will still be a massive AoE attack, but please retarget it and all of the awesome flavor text at the Eclipse, pushing it forward and reducing the turn count we have. If this is impossible, just retarget it at the Incarnate.
Oh no
Yea, I think your right pit... But how to stop him...
Stares at the mask...
wait a minute... If tingle was the mask... That means...
...
I throw the mask at the mecha, and as if guided by fate, it lands straight on his face, and then
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Nothing happens
The godmodder starts laughing
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WOULD YOU STOP USING THOSE PERIODS, ITS GETTING ON MY NERVES.
Tingle: ...
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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: $338, why not keep track
Battlefield: No real point in attacking, so I cover myself and as many other AG and N players as possible with the Bulletesseract.
+2 to Wilson, why not keep doing it
Leftovers AND Focus Sash AND Life Orb AND Charm AND Azure Essence 7/11
Erelye Doll AND Protection Charm AND Azure Essence 7/11
Map of the Multiverse AND Twitch Logo AND Tablet AND Azure Essence 2/11
Maniac: ... Wow.
Umbra: I'm getting readings that make no sense!
Maniac: Let me guess, it's OVAR NINE THOUSAND!!!?
Umbra: ...
Maniac: Oh come on, that was a joke. Anyway, I proceed to WAN INCARNATE.
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED