The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Post 1 Eglarbroad takes out the Universe Monocle... And tosses it into the air. The monocle is thrown... and hits the incoming copper board. The board spins, and starts orbiting around Eglarbroad. The copper board now acts as a shield, automatically blocking attacks. If Eglarbroad is about to get attacked, the copper board will float over to the attack location, and block it. In the process, it will start playing Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up. The copper board goes into a recharge period after blocking the attack, the recharge period being the copper board playing the rest of the song.
-1 Dimensional Object(Universe Monocle). Remaining: Temporal Top Hat. The tubas are readied...
I use my limited Godmodding powers to redact any mention of the Red Dragon's real name, forever, and including back in time enough that Golden Freddy's speech isn't screwed over by it.
OK, PEOPLE. I'M GONNA START SHOUTING. BECAUSE WE HAVE A PLAN. A WAY WE ARE DOING THIS. THE WAY WE ARE DOING THIS IS, WE ARE TAKING OUT THOSE LEGS FIRST. DIVIDE YOURSELVES BETWEEN THE LEGS, AND GET TO KILLING BOTH PARTS ASAP. COMBAT OPERANDI, BATTLE TECHNIQUES. EVERYTHING'S FAIR GAME. THEN THE CHESTPLATE. THEN THE ARMS. THEN THE HEAD. DO NOT EVEN WASTE YOUR TIME MOVING UP TO THE CHESTPLATE UNTIL THE LEGS ARE DONE, DO NOT MOVE TO THOSE ARMS UNTIL THE CHESTPLATE IS DEAD, AND IGNORE THE HEAD UNTIL THE ARMS ARE GONE. IT WILL BE IN THAT ORDER, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ARE WE CLEAR? OK. THIS IS OUR PLAN, STICK TO IT. PLEASE.
I immediately get started on the Left Leg, and move up to that one. I mean, I have Mythos. Creation and Oblivion in tandem. I have some other stuff that's pretty Creation-related as well, so this SHOULD be a good counter to all of that. I immediately get working on the Oblivion Target. I look at Mythos, change it into Creation Mode, and then pull out The Whole Note and the Origin Wands at the same time. I use all three, and make the Mythos sprout a huge Divinium drill, tipped by a Quill of Enchida. Perfect for these Oblivion-themed weapons. I temporarily add in the Whole Note and Origin Wand, super-powering the Creative energies. The Drill, a mix of golden and white, whirs to life, furiously working its inner systems, then...
Well, quite frankly a larger-than-life laser bursts through, preaching the glory of communication in very, very punctual terms, the will to live, the force that even birthed the Red Dragon, and the force that would always reign it in and undo its desires, an impossible force from the moment it existed. It is the force that birthed the Incarnate, and it is, wholly non-ironically, the force that will destroy it. It is the force responsible, indirectly, for every other force. It has been wholly underestimated in all that it can do, and it has remained such, until right here, right now. Richard made a lot of bad choices, but this, by far, is his worst.
The beam of pure Creation surges through, penetrating on such a level that quantitative measure of that level is lost on even the omniscient. The sheer anathema to Oblivion everywhere, so powerful and concentrated, makes of its supposedly stronger counterpart like a knife through butter. Not even-at this point, to compare what is going on here to a knife and butter, the knife's touch has to turn the butter into gas and increase it's speed. The sheer existence of its rival, rather than stopping it, urges it onward and strengthing it, refining it, like a challenge to resolve.
ANd this is before the actual drill, the source of this laser, actually impacts the Oblivion Target. I thrust it into the Target, in one move violently applying the absolute poison to Oblivion through a high-powered supercharged Creation-based Drill capable of cutting so deeply I cannot quantitatively measure its actual cutting ability. Every second of extreme Creative penetration backed only by my undying inability to wish harm and humiliation upon Richard, every second forcibly infused into my being. Re-caging [REDACTED] was terrifying, fear got me quite thoroughly. Here, I fear him not. He will be as the very element he has affinity for. Nothing. I will ensure it. I will personally cave his skull in if I have to, then tear through another 125 HP just to do it again. Even more? Pff. Alone? I am not alone.
"I see, Richard, that you still have your practically-trademarked penchant for your inability to ever, EVER do things on your own actual power! For someone who repetitively feels the need to remind us that you are the ultimate power in existence, you seem to get outclassed a lot! You seem to need a TON of help, don't you?! You claim so much power that isn't your own! Considering who I'm talking too, that's a testament to how much you are weak, UNDER-POWERED for your supreme roll, and have to ask others to compensate for your massive gaps! The Invasion! Alpha! Psi, even if that failed you freaking tried with Psi! The Mimes! And now the Red Dragon! You were never a real threat while it was just you and us, Richard! And you needed US to repel the Glitch, and you needed US to stop the Arrival, didn't you? You pathetic, unoriginal suck up, running to the biggest bully in the neighborhood and begging them to help whenever things go south! That was literally your ultimate plan in a nutshell, isn't it?"
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UserZero smiled. Ah, the sound of TRUTH! Even if it was the words of a filthy Anti-Godmodder, that lovely speech rolled up everything wrong about Richard into one tasty pretzel for her to dine on. Mmm...Pretzels. Shame that she'd be plotting to kill them after this was all over!
UserZero, for all future reference, appeared to be an Alex? Skin, heavily modified. The Skin wore a black jacket, the ponytail was longer (down to her rear end), both eyes were blood red, the shirt was a straight red, and, most strikingly, the bloodstains, everywhere. Fresh bloodstains, dried bloodstains, but it was safe to say that she would look like a psycho murderer, not helped that her favorite weapon type is an Axe. She loved the bloodstains, and they were not for (just) having a Psycho murderer look. She just had weird tastes, which also included: corpses, killing, domination, pretzels, axes, harming Richard physically and mentally, horror games, gore, that sound you make when you twist your back in the morning, burning Popcorn, defecating on Popcorn, throwing Popcorn into a grinder, using the Veil to crush Popcorn Machines without getting vandalism charges, other acts of violence against the vile substance that is Popcorn, any of the above regarding Popcorn but replaced with Richard and/or Anti-Godmodders, and the collective negative emotions of all Minecraft players, in no order whatsoever.
This army that she 'commanded,' the Legion of Godmodders, quite like these Anti-Godmodders, unified only because of the loose goal of killing Richard. If not for the burning hatred of the one who claimed absolute superiority over them all, 'the best,' and his unending, long-overinflated ego, as well as the threat of utter annihilation that Tuba Boy posed, they'd probably have started killing each other already. A good half weren't human. Racism run rampant on all affronts. The most recent 'member' of this army was a spaceship for pete's sake. If she and others didn't cast a Curse of Civil Rights over the whole army, she'd have started tearing out people's vocal cords already. Ah, Vocal cords, her favorite Pretzel topping.
If not for the fury of the goal of Killing Richard keeping them in line, they would not have appointed UserZero, the strongest among them, as their leader, on the simple basis that UserZero was also technically responsible for Richard's godmodder slaughter, and wasn't the one to shy away from taking out 'thorns' in her side as well, to say nothing of liberal Brainwashing. There was also her own mental instability, hate of Richard so pure that it freaked people out (even though everyoen was united because of a unified hate of Richard), her seemingly-baseless obsession with clocks, and her quick decision to get the more level-headed godmodders to cast a Curse of Civil Rights. Of course, the fact was, UserZero was the only one with honest-to-goodness experience with commanding other Godmodders, or at least, enough experience. They could not deny it. The others may have had tacitcal experience with their Terrors, but only UserZero was used to commanding actual godmodders. That, and the strongest was the one in charge, because the strongest was just gonna make a huge fight and it wouldn't be worth it. They decided on that before realizing what it actually meant.
She honestly wasn't surprised in the slightest that she was the leader. Or much at all, really. Of course they'd come in at the last hit point-to a degree, that was the plan, but they couldn't really time it any more correctly than this by the most contrived of coincidences. Of course they'd drop in while Richard was bringing about the end of all existence as well. Duh. And Of course, it wasn't gonna be anyone else: She knew firsthand from an unfortunate attempt to wish the Red Dragon to enslavement that the Disc of Mojang was in no way capable of even slightly restraining that thing, the First Block was already used, the Black Monolith was irrelevant (and she had no idea where it WAS), FEZ depowered and returned to Antichamber, yadda yadda. How lovely they were the Big Darn Heroes, going in and roping in Richard's unimaginably stupidity! Huzzah, mother[REDACTED]s!
Of course, her hatred of Anti-Godmodders still existed. The idea of working with them was an inherently disgusting one. She wanted to grow a certain organ to tear it off, but then she'd have an organ donning HIS name. And Richard? RICHARD?! She had known him long at this point, FAR too long. With what time she ever had to spend with him, for whatever reason, her hatred of him grew ever-stronger, empowering her own fierce Godmodding through sheer force of will. It wasn't that he was ever better. No, the idiot summed it up. He was, in her eyes, undeveloped. Her hatred of him increased with every meeting, and she already hated him day one. Every second she got to do harm to him, or to destroy his creations, or to even bring so much as a scratch to something that MIGHT be his car. That was paradise, every last instant of it was a paradise. At this point, her hatred of him, all that was usually left to think upon in Limbo, was what kept her going. From his filthy Ego to his undying resentment of her to his love of Popcorn (ugh), there was not a thing of Richard that she did not despise, and in turn, everything that he hated was something she loved, except Anti-Godmodders. With her memories and self restored on her exit, her hate burned even brighter, enough that she, along with the 909 other Godmodders among this army, were now willing to fight alongside them and claim the Anti-Godmodder banner as their own, however begrudgingly they had to. (She knew there was an exception even then, but the less said of him the better. You greedy people on the other side of the 4th wall, she's not gonna foreshadow EVERYTHING.). Her hatred of Richard was an affair on all fronts on her part, Personal and Business, more deeper than anyone else here. She almost forgot her other goals over the wait of sweet, sweet triumph over his [REDACTED] [REDACTED].
She gave her orders to the others, and they, 910 of the most powerful beings in the multiverse, united to a singular cause, began the furious fight to the monstrous Incarnate-what, did you guys REALLY think I had authority over this army? It's probably Twin Controlled, right?
...
If I somehow do have authority for some reason, they'll split themselves evenly in two and begin working on destroying as much of the stuff on the Legs as possible, using sheer Godmodding power to summon unbelievably huge Order-Based blasts for the Corruption Joint and Target, while the Oblivion Joint and Target get Creation-themed Blasts instead.
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=TURN ONE=
=PLANNING=
We need DEDICATED supports; players who will use defensive manuvers above all else to ensure we all live!
Tell the team if you're going on defense; 3 supports should work well.
=ACTION=
I finish writing up my SPECIAL ATTACK!
Wood's End: READY! (not in use)
I run towards the RIGHT LEG, and pull out the TABLE LEG.
cc: God, this thing is gross.
I flip a switch, and it expands and unfolds into a large rocket launcher! Firing it towards the CORRUPTION JOINTS, the rockets explode into huge bursts of wooden shrapnel! Manipulating this shrapnel, I force it outwards, tearing off small bits of armor, loosening servos and much more! I then pull out the ARMISTYX, and charge in, switching it to CORROSIVE SHOTGUN SCYTHE MODE and pump round after round into the damaged area! And as all who have played Borderlands 2 know, Corrosive damage is effective against armor.
Stepping back quickly, I then pull a block of wood out, and switch it into a slingshot! I then fire myself towards it while firing THE OTHER SIDE at the joints! Landing on the plating, I flip off while firing more shots at the joints! I then land on the ground, and proceed to do unnecessary flips backward, while firing THE MATERIAL PLANE, which happens to be shooting UNSTABLE PLUTONIUM rounds! They'll explode violently on the next hit on the CORRUPTION JOINTS!
After doing like 42 flips, I do a triple-backwards flip, and fall right on my face.
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Post III
I stare at the Corruption Target, eyeing it rather cautiously. Eye contact is vital to some forms of the arcane, and this might just set it off. Anyhow, I concentrate slightly. Order and logic shall be useful here. Slowly, teal energy rims the corners of my vision, swimming inwards. Within a moment, a Mind symbol composed purely of teal energy appears before me. I allow my mind to drift, sifting wordlessly through the hundreds of possibilities and results of the actions of not only Richard, but chaos itself, to generalize. In my mind, this interweaving web of causality takes the form of a faintly teal web of neuronic shapes, occasionally pulsing volts of electricity down the axons, and such. The realm of possibility is endless, interconnecting. As I delve further into the webs of causality, more and more connections and links seem to be present. It all seems to be connected, whether in a stable fashion or otherwise. Perhaps I am just gazing upon my own brain, and its current subjects of interest. But I digress. Anyhow, I sift through these infinite timelines, not appearing to be searching for one thing in particular. I abruptly begin drawing pure arcane order and the basis of law from the stability and regularity of the neuronic positions. Arcane stability in general should be able to deal with corruption; whether or not it will be ample is the real question. The Corruption Target begins to glow with teal light, though nothing really seems to be occurring on the outside. However, on the inside, drastic changes are transpiring just below the surface. The pure corruption of the Target is slowly rearranged, as the atoms of the physical object itself are aligned in as stable a fashion as possible. Pure stability degrades the corruptive core of the Target, until it is naught but a bit of unsavory powder. The corruptive energies are slowly swept over by the essence of law, which at this point dictates the corruption as unnatural, before sweeping waves of teal lightning are exuded from the Target, as its structure finally reaches the most stable form--that of crystal. I allow the remainder of the order to suppress any corruption left in any form whatsoever, knowing with utter certainty that this will only prove a distraction. The corruptive forces are purified as best as possible, before becoming crystalline themselves. Pure order magics swirl around as the Mind symbol fades away. If any corruption resurfaces within the Target, the opposing order will collide with it, and the crystalline structure will shatter. Simple. Hah.
On that note, it might be a good idea to figure out what this corruption is. As such, I scan and research the corruptive forces the best I can without being damaged. Is it like Taint, or the Arcane Blight? How does it spread, and where does it originate from? What is Richard, for example, being corrupted into? All interesting questions.
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"Hey guys, I heard that you were playing some minecraft so ..."
He sees the world ending around him.
"Oh, I see. Bad time. Let me just call for help."
He pulls out a cell phone and rapidly dials 911. A ladylike tone responds.
"The number you have dialled ... has been destroyed. Hail Project Binary."
"Shoot. Ok, another idea."
He dials the number for the nearest KFC.
"The number you have dialed ... has been destroyed. They deserved it. Hail Project Binary."
"Oh damn it!"
He chucks the phone at the weird super robot he views nearby. As the phone travels, it suddenly grows to the size of a whale and gains the airspeed velocity of such a creature pushed out of a maglev train at full speed. It rams into the something important looking on the right leg.
"Okay, I'm on the left leg, and going for the Oblivion Target! Cover me!:
I rush up to the Oblivion Target, use GREEN ECHO: LEVEL 5 for the extra damage, and decide to use... THE CONCLUSION OF THE PRANK!
PRANK: FINAL PART: THE TREASURE:
So, after all the acts, challenges, feats, and journeying, the people who went so far in the hope of a treasure that was all a joke, have culminated in the target! I rush into the cave, and find the target right in front of a GIANT treasure chest! But then I realize something: The Target is entirely immobile! Hah! I can just walk past it and claim the treasure! And so I do... slowly opening the treasure chest, I find inside...
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 1: THORNY PAIN:
OH CRAP! A MASSIVE flower, COVERED in painful-looking spikes, emerges from the chest! I run away as fast as I can, leaving the target to fend for itself while I watch! The flower smashes itself on the Target, using the treasure chest as a sort of pot! Once it sees the smashing is doing almost nothing, it eats the Target! Despite not being able to do anything at all, the Target somehow kills it from inside with the Doomed Electricity! But the flower isn't dead...
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 2: WITCH OF DOOM:
Suddenly, the flower polymorphs into the biggest, strongest witch in all of Minecraft! I stay in my hiding spot, knowing how imbalanced witches are! The witch throws multiple potions of poison M, wither M, weakness M, slowness M, and instant damage M! The target sits there, unphased! The witch throws potions of Instant Death M, Blindness M, Murder M, Nausea M, and PURE UNFILTERED PAIN M! The Target is still mostly unaffected. Finally, the witch uses her ULTIMATE POTION, but accidentally splashes it on herself as well as the Target, killing herself! Or IS she dead?
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 3: MARKIPLIER!
The boss morphs into the most SHAMEFUL reference yet: MARKIPLIER! But Markiplier is a nice guy who doesn't want to hurt people intentionally, so he "accidentally" pushes the target off multiple cliffs, moving it into the River of Extreme Longness and Piranha-Based pain! The river goes all the way around the world, and when the Target finally gets back, still mostly unhurt, it falls off a cliff that was higher in the cave, landing on Markiplier's head and killing him! But he STILL isn't dead...
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 4: ULTIMATE FORM:
Suddenly, the boss morphs into something simultaneously incomprehensible to the human mind yet also beautiful! I am driven to tears, and forced to cower on the ground instead of watch! But the target has no eyes, so it can't be hurt by the beauty! Aggravated, the TRUE FINAL FORM strikes the Target with beam after beam of light, and the Target is STILL mostly unaffected! Suddenly, the beauteous beast, being more intelligent than the others, realizes that all the attacks so far has left it "mostly unaffected"! It decides to use a "slow chip" strategy, throwing its most powerful attacks at it, forever and ever, until the immortal being dies of old age! Luckily, this happened in a time-dilation field, so when it's over, I wander into the cave, past the still-smoking target, to the treasure chest, and...
It's FULL OF GOLD! I reach down to take it all, when an all together too powerful and random gust of wind blows me to the side, and blows the treasure onto the target, making it the richest target ever!
I guess it can have the gold. It's not like I need it.
((Note for this turn: Both my posts prior to the storypost are still valid actions. Please respond to them. Thanks.))
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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.
"Oi! Robot man! Yeah you! Stop this world ending right now or I will beat you over the head with this shovel! I'm not afraid of you! I fought in the shade of bodies stacked miles high! I fought demons with a million sharp tallons, dripping with world ending energy and angels corrupted with greed, ethereal swords and never ending torturous laughter! This shovel has seen the blood of kings, millions of killer insects and broken computer screens! You will fall if you challenge me! If you run, I will not chase, but if you fight my ..."
He takes a look around. So he probably doesn't know anyone here (Oh wait is that that guy from the TV show oh wait no never mind) but that won't stop him. That has never stopped him.
" ... comrades and I, you will never see the light of day ever again! You will crash upon this earth and I will have your head in my hands! You will know the meaning of true pain, of true loss, of true, brutal finality! Consider your answer carefully!"
(I'm going to assume he doesn't stop yeah right like the final boss can be beaten by an epic speech whatever)
"I would say prepare to meet your maker. But instead, you will FEEL MY WRATH! AND THAT WILL BE THE LAST AND ONLY THING YOU FEEL FOR AN ETERNITY!"
He charges. No fancy combos, no fancy mixed items, no fancy charges. Just a man and his shovel.
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: $348
Battlefield: I use the shockwave laser cannon on the oblivion target, after getting onto the appropriate leg
+2 to Wilson
Map of the Multiverse AND Twitch Logo AND Tablet AND Azure Essence 7/11
-HMAS Ship-
Right... no opposable thumbs...
Blue rests the glass on a nearby table and wanders off to the kitchen, returning briefly with a straw.
Wilson, don't feel bad about caring for other people's lives. Yes, caring as much as you do, considering what you're involved in, probably isn't the greatest thing... but no war lasts forever, and this one is just about wrapping up. In peacetime, too much empathy will serve you far better than too little.
Anyways... luckily for you, I guess... there's now a spare room on this ship.
Blue motions to the door on the right.
It should be open, I wouldn't touch anything in there that looks magical... but otherwise, make yourself at home...
After that, Blue stands up with a small sigh, and goes through the second door to the left.
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I wish I had a mend staff, those heal almost to full health... Oh look, a mend staff just sitting here. *picks up the staff*. Error, you must be a D in staff, you are an F. "great". Error, you.can not use that staff on yourself, your now an -F. "WHAT THE HECK, I have been using staffs the entire time, oh well". *throws away the staff*. Alright guess I have to do an epic healing post (so I have to be very creative). I chant a few words, and start the forbidden healing spell. To achieve success, I must 1. Yell at a character 2. Find three household items, and 3. Do something out of the ordinary
1. I teleport to Engie. "You, what are you? Looks like a poor excuse for a tank." "What? No I'm not in a bad mood... But tank you very much, I am mortarfied by you thinking I'm in a bad mood... What? You don't like these jokes? Your just no pun.
2. I look around... Hmm, not a lot around here... Oh! Dirt, I'm sure dirt is a houshold item. Next... *looks at the incarnate* You know he's a household item, and it only says you just have to FIND one... So check. Alright alright... Pit? Yea, pit! He's an amiibo right? I mean, no one really would want pit, but the collecters certainly would have him... Trapped in a box.
3. I just sit there doing nothing, making no jokes, no attacking, and just stare off into space (or you know, a giant overpowered dragon 🐲, but). Ha ha, a giant dragon 🐲 but(letter removed because no puns allowed).
Finally the spell is complete, and how this heals me, I have not the slightest clue.
Alright, I will probably be a defensive person for a while, and will start healing people next turn.
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6. GIVE ALL PLAYERS MAX ARMOR/HEALTH IF POSSIBLE, DISTRIBUTE OLD ARMOR ALCHEMIES IF AG(SINCE WE'RE AT MAX ARMOR)
7. DISTRIBUTE SHIELDING ALCHEMIES, SPAM SHIELDS (PARTICULARLY ON THE LEAGUE)
8. GUYS, YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY TARGET THINGS IF YOU'RE NOT ON THE BODY PART THAT THEY'RE A PART OF. I KNOW THAT THAT'S STUPID, BUT IT'S HOW THINGS WORK. TAKE IT UP WITH TWIN IF YOU HAVE COMPLAINTS.
I put a hand to my head and concentrate intensely, then strike a slightly silly pose. Richard laughs, until it's revealed that I was in fact concentrating hard on my newfound psionic powers, and I crash even more moon chunks into the Oblivion Target. Meanwhile, Beat rummages through my inventory like a piece of trash, and digs out yet another Gatekeeper's Scythe. How do I have so many of these things anyways? Oh well. I then shift it into Lex Ordinis, and bash the target with it, trying to lower the chaos with order majyyks. I then pull out Potentia Eius, and mine out a significant amount of the Oblivion Target, whilst also weakening the Oblivion powers with creation powers. I then stab it a few times with Valhalla, using my sheer belief in our victory to destroy the oblivion powers.
The player will pull out a whetstone and whip down one side of his shovel. Once, twice, three times until the edge is dangerously sharp. He then repeats this on the other side, turning the the head of the shovel into a noticeable point. He will charge ... back down towards the ground?!
The man digs his shovel into the ground and pulls up a heap of burnt stone. He digs in again and gain until he gets some other materials. Some glisten in the light of the end, other materials stay black and destroyed. He charges back up the right leg, carrying this pile on the head of his shovel. He spins and chucks the whole pile into the corruption joint. The finely made machinery is whalloped by the force of this mound of useless hitting it and bits of burnt stone slip into the delicate places, causing the sound of buzzing and limb jamming.
Slashing through the metal, he wrenches apart bits and pieces, a chaotic flurry of blows that circles around the mechanical beast. He pulls his arm through the hole of the shovel and spins it around, rending through the complex mechanicisms. Wires are left covering the battlefield.
He will also grab a Potion of Critmist, Nectar Cake, Point of Zeus, Potion of Fortune, Potion of imagination, Splash Venom Potion, Splash potion of chills and a Splash potion of Oblivion. If that's ok with Talist, of course.
I grab a nearby Alpha godmodder, and brutally use his body like a crowbar to pry off a nearby section of ground! Then, I permanently attach the ground to his face and bash it against the target multiple times! I also put a godmodding-power sucker, which uses any of his attempts to godmod the pain away to cause the Target to take damage! Obviously, it wouldn't work on the normal godmodder, but this is just a lame Alpha!
I take the wrench and rip a hole in the corruption joint.I then wedge the wrench into the corruption joint and get out a hammer.I hit the wrench with the hammer pushing the wrench in deeper.
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Post III
I pull out the Spare Tentacle, muttering under my breath about horribly useless spoils of war in this situation--what did I just say? Nothing. Hah. Swiftly, I spin around on my heels, turning to face the Corruption Target, er... tentacle in hand. The undulating mechanical tentacle begins to twitch in my grasp, twisting and turning without real limitation. This post is going to be rather euphemistic, isn't it. Well, nothing I can really do about that, but I apologize in advance. Let's see if I can take any liberties with the application of this weapon. Hopefully, I shall succeed in this endeavor. I extend the metallic tentacle in the direction of the Corruption Target, and watch, silently. My grip on the surprisingly light metallic tentacle grows slightly more steady as I attempt to keep hold of the device. White flecks of paint continue to appear periodically upon the machine as I hold it. This could be exploited. As such, the paint immediately undergoes a plethora of humidity spells cast wordlessly, and begins to drip downwards. With a few telekinetic and acidic modifications done in moments, the paint strikes the Target, before dissolving the portions of the Incarnate it is currently presiding upon, acids wearing away at the Target in moments, not responding to any form of resistance in any way whatsoever. Then, the paint evaporates, wafting off into the cosmic infinity of the Void beyond matter, never to be seen again, likely due to the fact that the Red Dragon has presumably annihilated it. Working with the minuscule opening provided by acidic manipulation, I immediately activate the Spare Tentacle. However, as the machinery forces the Spoil to constrain the Target, I manipulate the essence of the Spoil with myriad creation invocations which would ordinarily mean nothing, if not augmented by a massive source of pure creation, oddly nearby. Hah. Suddenly, the tip of the tentacle vanishes, vast amounts of golden creation flowing forth. Suddenly, innumerable mechanical tentacles appear from the side of the Right Leg, surrounding the Target, and enveloping it in the paint-saturated grasp of innumerable contrivances. Within this moment of pure restriction, I manage to inject a full liter of Purus essentia into the Target, before it is merely placed under the 'Contricted' debuff. The essentia, vibrating with purification it its entirety, courses throughout the Target, before combusting and evaporating within, causing surprisingly stable amounts of pressure within the Target, which are immediately exploited by the essence of order to further render the Target useless.
Essentially, to make my actions clear, I am using the Spare Tentacle on the Corruption Target, whilst also adding this bit in for some form of damage.
Actually, that reminds me. Can I still use the Ring of Sorcery and Hazel Wand's charged features that I would ordinarily place at the top of the post, or have they been rendered moot by the new Curses? Am I allowed to even show then anymore?
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Post 1
Eglarbroad takes out the Universe Monocle... And tosses it into the air.
The monocle is thrown... and hits the incoming copper board. The board spins, and starts orbiting around Eglarbroad. The copper board now acts as a shield, automatically blocking attacks. If Eglarbroad is about to get attacked, the copper board will float over to the attack location, and block it. In the process, it will start playing Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up. The copper board goes into a recharge period after blocking the attack, the recharge period being the copper board playing the rest of the song.
-1 Dimensional Object(Universe Monocle). Remaining: Temporal Top Hat.
The tubas are readied...
ACT 1!
SIXTH DEGREE UBERCHARGE: 0/9.
I use my limited Godmodding powers to redact any mention of the Red Dragon's real name, forever, and including back in time enough that Golden Freddy's speech isn't screwed over by it.
OK, PEOPLE. I'M GONNA START SHOUTING. BECAUSE WE HAVE A PLAN. A WAY WE ARE DOING THIS. THE WAY WE ARE DOING THIS IS, WE ARE TAKING OUT THOSE LEGS FIRST. DIVIDE YOURSELVES BETWEEN THE LEGS, AND GET TO KILLING BOTH PARTS ASAP. COMBAT OPERANDI, BATTLE TECHNIQUES. EVERYTHING'S FAIR GAME. THEN THE CHESTPLATE. THEN THE ARMS. THEN THE HEAD. DO NOT EVEN WASTE YOUR TIME MOVING UP TO THE CHESTPLATE UNTIL THE LEGS ARE DONE, DO NOT MOVE TO THOSE ARMS UNTIL THE CHESTPLATE IS DEAD, AND IGNORE THE HEAD UNTIL THE ARMS ARE GONE. IT WILL BE IN THAT ORDER, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ARE WE CLEAR? OK. THIS IS OUR PLAN, STICK TO IT. PLEASE.
I immediately get started on the Left Leg, and move up to that one. I mean, I have Mythos. Creation and Oblivion in tandem. I have some other stuff that's pretty Creation-related as well, so this SHOULD be a good counter to all of that. I immediately get working on the Oblivion Target. I look at Mythos, change it into Creation Mode, and then pull out The Whole Note and the Origin Wands at the same time. I use all three, and make the Mythos sprout a huge Divinium drill, tipped by a Quill of Enchida. Perfect for these Oblivion-themed weapons. I temporarily add in the Whole Note and Origin Wand, super-powering the Creative energies. The Drill, a mix of golden and white, whirs to life, furiously working its inner systems, then...
Well, quite frankly a larger-than-life laser bursts through, preaching the glory of communication in very, very punctual terms, the will to live, the force that even birthed the Red Dragon, and the force that would always reign it in and undo its desires, an impossible force from the moment it existed. It is the force that birthed the Incarnate, and it is, wholly non-ironically, the force that will destroy it. It is the force responsible, indirectly, for every other force. It has been wholly underestimated in all that it can do, and it has remained such, until right here, right now. Richard made a lot of bad choices, but this, by far, is his worst.
The beam of pure Creation surges through, penetrating on such a level that quantitative measure of that level is lost on even the omniscient. The sheer anathema to Oblivion everywhere, so powerful and concentrated, makes of its supposedly stronger counterpart like a knife through butter. Not even-at this point, to compare what is going on here to a knife and butter, the knife's touch has to turn the butter into gas and increase it's speed. The sheer existence of its rival, rather than stopping it, urges it onward and strengthing it, refining it, like a challenge to resolve.
ANd this is before the actual drill, the source of this laser, actually impacts the Oblivion Target. I thrust it into the Target, in one move violently applying the absolute poison to Oblivion through a high-powered supercharged Creation-based Drill capable of cutting so deeply I cannot quantitatively measure its actual cutting ability. Every second of extreme Creative penetration backed only by my undying inability to wish harm and humiliation upon Richard, every second forcibly infused into my being. Re-caging [REDACTED] was terrifying, fear got me quite thoroughly. Here, I fear him not. He will be as the very element he has affinity for. Nothing. I will ensure it. I will personally cave his skull in if I have to, then tear through another 125 HP just to do it again. Even more? Pff. Alone? I am not alone.
"I see, Richard, that you still have your practically-trademarked penchant for your inability to ever, EVER do things on your own actual power! For someone who repetitively feels the need to remind us that you are the ultimate power in existence, you seem to get outclassed a lot! You seem to need a TON of help, don't you?! You claim so much power that isn't your own! Considering who I'm talking too, that's a testament to how much you are weak, UNDER-POWERED for your supreme roll, and have to ask others to compensate for your massive gaps! The Invasion! Alpha! Psi, even if that failed you freaking tried with Psi! The Mimes! And now the Red Dragon! You were never a real threat while it was just you and us, Richard! And you needed US to repel the Glitch, and you needed US to stop the Arrival, didn't you? You pathetic, unoriginal suck up, running to the biggest bully in the neighborhood and begging them to help whenever things go south! That was literally your ultimate plan in a nutshell, isn't it?"
UserZero smiled. Ah, the sound of TRUTH! Even if it was the words of a filthy Anti-Godmodder, that lovely speech rolled up everything wrong about Richard into one tasty pretzel for her to dine on. Mmm...Pretzels. Shame that she'd be plotting to kill them after this was all over!
UserZero, for all future reference, appeared to be an Alex? Skin, heavily modified. The Skin wore a black jacket, the ponytail was longer (down to her rear end), both eyes were blood red, the shirt was a straight red, and, most strikingly, the bloodstains, everywhere. Fresh bloodstains, dried bloodstains, but it was safe to say that she would look like a psycho murderer, not helped that her favorite weapon type is an Axe. She loved the bloodstains, and they were not for (just) having a Psycho murderer look. She just had weird tastes, which also included: corpses, killing, domination, pretzels, axes, harming Richard physically and mentally, horror games, gore, that sound you make when you twist your back in the morning, burning Popcorn, defecating on Popcorn, throwing Popcorn into a grinder, using the Veil to crush Popcorn Machines without getting vandalism charges, other acts of violence against the vile substance that is Popcorn, any of the above regarding Popcorn but replaced with Richard and/or Anti-Godmodders, and the collective negative emotions of all Minecraft players, in no order whatsoever.
This army that she 'commanded,' the Legion of Godmodders, quite like these Anti-Godmodders, unified only because of the loose goal of killing Richard. If not for the burning hatred of the one who claimed absolute superiority over them all, 'the best,' and his unending, long-overinflated ego, as well as the threat of utter annihilation that Tuba Boy posed, they'd probably have started killing each other already. A good half weren't human. Racism run rampant on all affronts. The most recent 'member' of this army was a spaceship for pete's sake. If she and others didn't cast a Curse of Civil Rights over the whole army, she'd have started tearing out people's vocal cords already. Ah, Vocal cords, her favorite Pretzel topping.
If not for the fury of the goal of Killing Richard keeping them in line, they would not have appointed UserZero, the strongest among them, as their leader, on the simple basis that UserZero was also technically responsible for Richard's godmodder slaughter, and wasn't the one to shy away from taking out 'thorns' in her side as well, to say nothing of liberal Brainwashing. There was also her own mental instability, hate of Richard so pure that it freaked people out (even though everyoen was united because of a unified hate of Richard), her seemingly-baseless obsession with clocks, and her quick decision to get the more level-headed godmodders to cast a Curse of Civil Rights. Of course, the fact was, UserZero was the only one with honest-to-goodness experience with commanding other Godmodders, or at least, enough experience. They could not deny it. The others may have had tacitcal experience with their Terrors, but only UserZero was used to commanding actual godmodders. That, and the strongest was the one in charge, because the strongest was just gonna make a huge fight and it wouldn't be worth it. They decided on that before realizing what it actually meant.
She honestly wasn't surprised in the slightest that she was the leader. Or much at all, really. Of course they'd come in at the last hit point-to a degree, that was the plan, but they couldn't really time it any more correctly than this by the most contrived of coincidences. Of course they'd drop in while Richard was bringing about the end of all existence as well. Duh. And Of course, it wasn't gonna be anyone else: She knew firsthand from an unfortunate attempt to wish the Red Dragon to enslavement that the Disc of Mojang was in no way capable of even slightly restraining that thing, the First Block was already used, the Black Monolith was irrelevant (and she had no idea where it WAS), FEZ depowered and returned to Antichamber, yadda yadda. How lovely they were the Big Darn Heroes, going in and roping in Richard's unimaginably stupidity! Huzzah, mother[REDACTED]s!
Of course, her hatred of Anti-Godmodders still existed. The idea of working with them was an inherently disgusting one. She wanted to grow a certain organ to tear it off, but then she'd have an organ donning HIS name. And Richard? RICHARD?! She had known him long at this point, FAR too long. With what time she ever had to spend with him, for whatever reason, her hatred of him grew ever-stronger, empowering her own fierce Godmodding through sheer force of will. It wasn't that he was ever better. No, the idiot summed it up. He was, in her eyes, undeveloped. Her hatred of him increased with every meeting, and she already hated him day one. Every second she got to do harm to him, or to destroy his creations, or to even bring so much as a scratch to something that MIGHT be his car. That was paradise, every last instant of it was a paradise. At this point, her hatred of him, all that was usually left to think upon in Limbo, was what kept her going. From his filthy Ego to his undying resentment of her to his love of Popcorn (ugh), there was not a thing of Richard that she did not despise, and in turn, everything that he hated was something she loved, except Anti-Godmodders. With her memories and self restored on her exit, her hate burned even brighter, enough that she, along with the 909 other Godmodders among this army, were now willing to fight alongside them and claim the Anti-Godmodder banner as their own, however begrudgingly they had to. (She knew there was an exception even then, but the less said of him the better. You greedy people on the other side of the 4th wall, she's not gonna foreshadow EVERYTHING.). Her hatred of Richard was an affair on all fronts on her part, Personal and Business, more deeper than anyone else here. She almost forgot her other goals over the wait of sweet, sweet triumph over his [REDACTED] [REDACTED].
She gave her orders to the others, and they, 910 of the most powerful beings in the multiverse, united to a singular cause, began the furious fight to the monstrous Incarnate-what, did you guys REALLY think I had authority over this army? It's probably Twin Controlled, right?
...
If I somehow do have authority for some reason, they'll split themselves evenly in two and begin working on destroying as much of the stuff on the Legs as possible, using sheer Godmodding power to summon unbelievably huge Order-Based blasts for the Corruption Joint and Target, while the Oblivion Joint and Target get Creation-themed Blasts instead.
=TURN ONE=
=PLANNING=
We need DEDICATED supports; players who will use defensive manuvers above all else to ensure we all live!
Tell the team if you're going on defense; 3 supports should work well.
=ACTION=
I finish writing up my SPECIAL ATTACK!
Wood's End: READY! (not in use)
I run towards the RIGHT LEG, and pull out the TABLE LEG.
cc: God, this thing is gross.
I flip a switch, and it expands and unfolds into a large rocket launcher! Firing it towards the CORRUPTION JOINTS, the rockets explode into huge bursts of wooden shrapnel! Manipulating this shrapnel, I force it outwards, tearing off small bits of armor, loosening servos and much more! I then pull out the ARMISTYX, and charge in, switching it to CORROSIVE SHOTGUN SCYTHE MODE and pump round after round into the damaged area! And as all who have played Borderlands 2 know, Corrosive damage is effective against armor.
Stepping back quickly, I then pull a block of wood out, and switch it into a slingshot! I then fire myself towards it while firing THE OTHER SIDE at the joints! Landing on the plating, I flip off while firing more shots at the joints! I then land on the ground, and proceed to do unnecessary flips backward, while firing THE MATERIAL PLANE, which happens to be shooting UNSTABLE PLUTONIUM rounds! They'll explode violently on the next hit on the CORRUPTION JOINTS!
After doing like 42 flips, I do a triple-backwards flip, and fall right on my face.
cc: Ow.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
"So, anyone up for tearing Richard into tiny bloody chunks after we've torn the mech bearing his likeness into tiny not-bloody chunks?"
Refill sacred items, Battle Technique: Guns Akimbo Level 10: Maximalist, targeting the Corruption Joints.
Alpha Trigger: 0%
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
I go to the Right Leg and just pop both my Broken Halo and The Chaos Heart. What could possibly go wrong!
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Action
I smash the Corruption Target with a hammer. I then ready the Gatekeeper's Sword.
Post III
I stare at the Corruption Target, eyeing it rather cautiously. Eye contact is vital to some forms of the arcane, and this might just set it off. Anyhow, I concentrate slightly. Order and logic shall be useful here. Slowly, teal energy rims the corners of my vision, swimming inwards. Within a moment, a Mind symbol composed purely of teal energy appears before me. I allow my mind to drift, sifting wordlessly through the hundreds of possibilities and results of the actions of not only Richard, but chaos itself, to generalize. In my mind, this interweaving web of causality takes the form of a faintly teal web of neuronic shapes, occasionally pulsing volts of electricity down the axons, and such. The realm of possibility is endless, interconnecting. As I delve further into the webs of causality, more and more connections and links seem to be present. It all seems to be connected, whether in a stable fashion or otherwise. Perhaps I am just gazing upon my own brain, and its current subjects of interest. But I digress. Anyhow, I sift through these infinite timelines, not appearing to be searching for one thing in particular. I abruptly begin drawing pure arcane order and the basis of law from the stability and regularity of the neuronic positions. Arcane stability in general should be able to deal with corruption; whether or not it will be ample is the real question. The Corruption Target begins to glow with teal light, though nothing really seems to be occurring on the outside. However, on the inside, drastic changes are transpiring just below the surface. The pure corruption of the Target is slowly rearranged, as the atoms of the physical object itself are aligned in as stable a fashion as possible. Pure stability degrades the corruptive core of the Target, until it is naught but a bit of unsavory powder. The corruptive energies are slowly swept over by the essence of law, which at this point dictates the corruption as unnatural, before sweeping waves of teal lightning are exuded from the Target, as its structure finally reaches the most stable form--that of crystal. I allow the remainder of the order to suppress any corruption left in any form whatsoever, knowing with utter certainty that this will only prove a distraction. The corruptive forces are purified as best as possible, before becoming crystalline themselves. Pure order magics swirl around as the Mind symbol fades away. If any corruption resurfaces within the Target, the opposing order will collide with it, and the crystalline structure will shatter. Simple. Hah.
On that note, it might be a good idea to figure out what this corruption is. As such, I scan and research the corruptive forces the best I can without being damaged. Is it like Taint, or the Arcane Blight? How does it spread, and where does it originate from? What is Richard, for example, being corrupted into? All interesting questions.
A man spawns nearby.
"Hey guys, I heard that you were playing some minecraft so ..."
He sees the world ending around him.
"Oh, I see. Bad time. Let me just call for help."
He pulls out a cell phone and rapidly dials 911. A ladylike tone responds.
"The number you have dialled ... has been destroyed. Hail Project Binary."
"Shoot. Ok, another idea."
He dials the number for the nearest KFC.
"The number you have dialed ... has been destroyed. They deserved it. Hail Project Binary."
"Oh damn it!"
He chucks the phone at the weird super robot he views nearby. As the phone travels, it suddenly grows to the size of a whale and gains the airspeed velocity of such a creature pushed out of a maglev train at full speed. It rams into the something important looking on the right leg.
" ... huh."
"Okay, I'm on the left leg, and going for the Oblivion Target! Cover me!:
I rush up to the Oblivion Target, use GREEN ECHO: LEVEL 5 for the extra damage, and decide to use... THE CONCLUSION OF THE PRANK!
PRANK: FINAL PART: THE TREASURE:
So, after all the acts, challenges, feats, and journeying, the people who went so far in the hope of a treasure that was all a joke, have culminated in the target! I rush into the cave, and find the target right in front of a GIANT treasure chest! But then I realize something: The Target is entirely immobile! Hah! I can just walk past it and claim the treasure! And so I do... slowly opening the treasure chest, I find inside...
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 1: THORNY PAIN:
OH CRAP! A MASSIVE flower, COVERED in painful-looking spikes, emerges from the chest! I run away as fast as I can, leaving the target to fend for itself while I watch! The flower smashes itself on the Target, using the treasure chest as a sort of pot! Once it sees the smashing is doing almost nothing, it eats the Target! Despite not being able to do anything at all, the Target somehow kills it from inside with the Doomed Electricity! But the flower isn't dead...
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 2: WITCH OF DOOM:
Suddenly, the flower polymorphs into the biggest, strongest witch in all of Minecraft! I stay in my hiding spot, knowing how imbalanced witches are! The witch throws multiple potions of poison M, wither M, weakness M, slowness M, and instant damage M! The target sits there, unphased! The witch throws potions of Instant Death M, Blindness M, Murder M, Nausea M, and PURE UNFILTERED PAIN M! The Target is still mostly unaffected. Finally, the witch uses her ULTIMATE POTION, but accidentally splashes it on herself as well as the Target, killing herself! Or IS she dead?
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 3: MARKIPLIER!
The boss morphs into the most SHAMEFUL reference yet: MARKIPLIER! But Markiplier is a nice guy who doesn't want to hurt people intentionally, so he "accidentally" pushes the target off multiple cliffs, moving it into the River of Extreme Longness and Piranha-Based pain! The river goes all the way around the world, and when the Target finally gets back, still mostly unhurt, it falls off a cliff that was higher in the cave, landing on Markiplier's head and killing him! But he STILL isn't dead...
FINAL BOSS: PHASE 4: ULTIMATE FORM:
Suddenly, the boss morphs into something simultaneously incomprehensible to the human mind yet also beautiful! I am driven to tears, and forced to cower on the ground instead of watch! But the target has no eyes, so it can't be hurt by the beauty! Aggravated, the TRUE FINAL FORM strikes the Target with beam after beam of light, and the Target is STILL mostly unaffected! Suddenly, the beauteous beast, being more intelligent than the others, realizes that all the attacks so far has left it "mostly unaffected"! It decides to use a "slow chip" strategy, throwing its most powerful attacks at it, forever and ever, until the immortal being dies of old age! Luckily, this happened in a time-dilation field, so when it's over, I wander into the cave, past the still-smoking target, to the treasure chest, and...
It's FULL OF GOLD! I reach down to take it all, when an all together too powerful and random gust of wind blows me to the side, and blows the treasure onto the target, making it the richest target ever!
I guess it can have the gold. It's not like I need it.
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[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
"Oi! Robot man! Yeah you! Stop this world ending right now or I will beat you over the head with this shovel! I'm not afraid of you! I fought in the shade of bodies stacked miles high! I fought demons with a million sharp tallons, dripping with world ending energy and angels corrupted with greed, ethereal swords and never ending torturous laughter! This shovel has seen the blood of kings, millions of killer insects and broken computer screens! You will fall if you challenge me! If you run, I will not chase, but if you fight my ..."
He takes a look around. So he probably doesn't know anyone here (Oh wait is that that guy from the TV show oh wait no never mind) but that won't stop him. That has never stopped him.
" ... comrades and I, you will never see the light of day ever again! You will crash upon this earth and I will have your head in my hands! You will know the meaning of true pain, of true loss, of true, brutal finality! Consider your answer carefully!"
(I'm going to assume he doesn't stop yeah right like the final boss can be beaten by an epic speech whatever)
"I would say prepare to meet your maker. But instead, you will FEEL MY WRATH! AND THAT WILL BE THE LAST AND ONLY THING YOU FEEL FOR AN ETERNITY!"
He charges. No fancy combos, no fancy mixed items, no fancy charges. Just a man and his shovel.
He shall strike at the corrupt joint with force!
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: $348
Battlefield: I use the shockwave laser cannon on the oblivion target, after getting onto the appropriate leg
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-HMAS Ship-
Right... no opposable thumbs...
Blue rests the glass on a nearby table and wanders off to the kitchen, returning briefly with a straw.
Wilson, don't feel bad about caring for other people's lives. Yes, caring as much as you do, considering what you're involved in, probably isn't the greatest thing... but no war lasts forever, and this one is just about wrapping up. In peacetime, too much empathy will serve you far better than too little.
Anyways... luckily for you, I guess... there's now a spare room on this ship.
Blue motions to the door on the right.
It should be open, I wouldn't touch anything in there that looks magical... but otherwise, make yourself at home...
After that, Blue stands up with a small sigh, and goes through the second door to the left.
I wish I had a mend staff, those heal almost to full health... Oh look, a mend staff just sitting here. *picks up the staff*. Error, you must be a D in staff, you are an F. "great". Error, you.can not use that staff on yourself, your now an -F. "WHAT THE HECK, I have been using staffs the entire time, oh well". *throws away the staff*. Alright guess I have to do an epic healing post (so I have to be very creative). I chant a few words, and start the forbidden healing spell. To achieve success, I must 1. Yell at a character 2. Find three household items, and 3. Do something out of the ordinary
1. I teleport to Engie. "You, what are you? Looks like a poor excuse for a tank." "What? No I'm not in a bad mood... But tank you very much, I am mortarfied by you thinking I'm in a bad mood... What? You don't like these jokes? Your just no pun.
2. I look around... Hmm, not a lot around here... Oh! Dirt, I'm sure dirt is a houshold item. Next... *looks at the incarnate* You know he's a household item, and it only says you just have to FIND one... So check. Alright alright... Pit? Yea, pit! He's an amiibo right? I mean, no one really would want pit, but the collecters certainly would have him... Trapped in a box.
3. I just sit there doing nothing, making no jokes, no attacking, and just stare off into space (or you know, a giant overpowered dragon 🐲, but). Ha ha, a giant dragon 🐲 but(letter removed because no puns allowed).
Finally the spell is complete, and how this heals me, I have not the slightest clue.
Alright, I will probably be a defensive person for a while, and will start healing people next turn.
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BATTLE ORDERS:
1. TAKE OUT THE LEGS, NOBODY LIKES STATUS EFFECTS.
2. GO FOR THE ENTITY ORBS, NOBODY LIKES BUFFED BOSSES.
3. TRY TO AVOID CHAOS IN YOUR ATTACKS, THAT JUST FURTHERS THE ECLIPSE.
4. ...IDUNNO, DOES ORDER LOWER THE CHAOS BARS? TRY THAT, I GUESS.
5. DISTRIBUTE MEDIGUNS/BUFF ITEMS/BUFF MEDIGUNS, BUILD UBERCHARGES, SPAM HEALING BATTLE TECHNIQUES(IF POSSIBLE)
6. GIVE ALL PLAYERS MAX ARMOR/HEALTH IF POSSIBLE, DISTRIBUTE OLD ARMOR ALCHEMIES IF AG(SINCE WE'RE AT MAX ARMOR)
7. DISTRIBUTE SHIELDING ALCHEMIES, SPAM SHIELDS (PARTICULARLY ON THE LEAGUE)
8. GUYS, YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY TARGET THINGS IF YOU'RE NOT ON THE BODY PART THAT THEY'RE A PART OF. I KNOW THAT THAT'S STUPID, BUT IT'S HOW THINGS WORK. TAKE IT UP WITH TWIN IF YOU HAVE COMPLAINTS.
I put a hand to my head and concentrate intensely, then strike a slightly silly pose. Richard laughs, until it's revealed that I was in fact concentrating hard on my newfound psionic powers, and I crash even more moon chunks into the Oblivion Target. Meanwhile, Beat rummages through my inventory like a piece of trash, and digs out yet another Gatekeeper's Scythe. How do I have so many of these things anyways? Oh well. I then shift it into Lex Ordinis, and bash the target with it, trying to lower the chaos with order majyyks. I then pull out Potentia Eius, and mine out a significant amount of the Oblivion Target, whilst also weakening the Oblivion powers with creation powers. I then stab it a few times with Valhalla, using my sheer belief in our victory to destroy the oblivion powers.
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The player will pull out a whetstone and whip down one side of his shovel. Once, twice, three times until the edge is dangerously sharp. He then repeats this on the other side, turning the the head of the shovel into a noticeable point. He will charge ... back down towards the ground?!
The man digs his shovel into the ground and pulls up a heap of burnt stone. He digs in again and gain until he gets some other materials. Some glisten in the light of the end, other materials stay black and destroyed. He charges back up the right leg, carrying this pile on the head of his shovel. He spins and chucks the whole pile into the corruption joint. The finely made machinery is whalloped by the force of this mound of useless hitting it and bits of burnt stone slip into the delicate places, causing the sound of buzzing and limb jamming.
Slashing through the metal, he wrenches apart bits and pieces, a chaotic flurry of blows that circles around the mechanical beast. He pulls his arm through the hole of the shovel and spins it around, rending through the complex mechanicisms. Wires are left covering the battlefield.
He will also grab a Potion of Critmist, Nectar Cake, Point of Zeus, Potion of Fortune, Potion of imagination, Splash Venom Potion, Splash potion of chills and a Splash potion of Oblivion. If that's ok with Talist, of course.
I ask a description of the potion of imagination.
I grab a nearby Alpha godmodder, and brutally use his body like a crowbar to pry off a nearby section of ground! Then, I permanently attach the ground to his face and bash it against the target multiple times! I also put a godmodding-power sucker, which uses any of his attempts to godmod the pain away to cause the Target to take damage! Obviously, it wouldn't work on the normal godmodder, but this is just a lame Alpha!
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I take the wrench and rip a hole in the corruption joint.I then wedge the wrench into the corruption joint and get out a hammer.I hit the wrench with the hammer pushing the wrench in deeper.
By the way, this is the right leg.
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Post I
V: 0k, Biumbra. our plans have changed. We are not going to use the Extinguisher.
U2: You zhould really have conzructed a floating platform inztead
V: I should. Sadly, the Alchemiter is currently... defective.
U2: Why don"t you ask thoze guyz if they can fix it??
V: 0k.
I turn around, glaring at the godmodder and examining the Alphas in the process.
V: Could anyone do something about Rick's curses?
V: Also...
I raise The End, firing a blast of purple enderdragon fire at the 0mega Mechanism.
V: Who wants to go up there with me?
Wwhorp!!
Biumbra teleports in front of me, holding a large barrel of Weasel Snot.
V: Where did you get that from?
U2: I don"t know.. Could it maybe help you in your quezt??
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Post III
I pull out the Spare Tentacle, muttering under my breath about horribly useless spoils of war in this situation--what did I just say? Nothing. Hah. Swiftly, I spin around on my heels, turning to face the Corruption Target, er... tentacle in hand. The undulating mechanical tentacle begins to twitch in my grasp, twisting and turning without real limitation. This post is going to be rather euphemistic, isn't it. Well, nothing I can really do about that, but I apologize in advance. Let's see if I can take any liberties with the application of this weapon. Hopefully, I shall succeed in this endeavor. I extend the metallic tentacle in the direction of the Corruption Target, and watch, silently. My grip on the surprisingly light metallic tentacle grows slightly more steady as I attempt to keep hold of the device. White flecks of paint continue to appear periodically upon the machine as I hold it. This could be exploited. As such, the paint immediately undergoes a plethora of humidity spells cast wordlessly, and begins to drip downwards. With a few telekinetic and acidic modifications done in moments, the paint strikes the Target, before dissolving the portions of the Incarnate it is currently presiding upon, acids wearing away at the Target in moments, not responding to any form of resistance in any way whatsoever. Then, the paint evaporates, wafting off into the cosmic infinity of the Void beyond matter, never to be seen again, likely due to the fact that the Red Dragon has presumably annihilated it. Working with the minuscule opening provided by acidic manipulation, I immediately activate the Spare Tentacle. However, as the machinery forces the Spoil to constrain the Target, I manipulate the essence of the Spoil with myriad creation invocations which would ordinarily mean nothing, if not augmented by a massive source of pure creation, oddly nearby. Hah. Suddenly, the tip of the tentacle vanishes, vast amounts of golden creation flowing forth. Suddenly, innumerable mechanical tentacles appear from the side of the Right Leg, surrounding the Target, and enveloping it in the paint-saturated grasp of innumerable contrivances. Within this moment of pure restriction, I manage to inject a full liter of Purus essentia into the Target, before it is merely placed under the 'Contricted' debuff. The essentia, vibrating with purification it its entirety, courses throughout the Target, before combusting and evaporating within, causing surprisingly stable amounts of pressure within the Target, which are immediately exploited by the essence of order to further render the Target useless.
Essentially, to make my actions clear, I am using the Spare Tentacle on the Corruption Target, whilst also adding this bit in for some form of damage.
Actually, that reminds me. Can I still use the Ring of Sorcery and Hazel Wand's charged features that I would ordinarily place at the top of the post, or have they been rendered moot by the new Curses? Am I allowed to even show then anymore?