I originwand up an SCP-500 pizza laced with miniature green hearts and pure Sano essence and a variety of drinks such as a Minecraft Potion of Healing X and a NetHack potion of full healing. I also originwand up a set of Nanowrap Bandages from Starbound, a set of Medkits from pretty much every game where medkits heal you, etc.
I proceed to scarf down the pizza and chug the potions and apply the healing items.
I then pull out the Dumper and fire it at the Corruption Target, causing it to become a CorruɿɿoƆ TarɿɒT. I then proceed to summon Mark Sabine, who pours corrosive marmalade on the JoJ'd-up Corruption Target!
My zombified self is incapable of coherent thought beyond "BITE BITE BITE BITE", but somehow, I manage to recognize that I should probably attack people I've already attacked, so as not to inflict more people with the lack-of-healing curse! I turn to the nearest person around, and even though Twinbuilder is thousands of blocks away, it happens to be him since everyone fled the area for some reason!
Twinbuilder, still in his ship that he's using to slow the Eclipse, senses a fast-approaching projectile on his radar! The only label it has is "totally awesome", and it's somehow approaching too fast to dodge! Little does he know, becoming a zombie sends me and my creativity into SUPER MODE!
Suddenly, a random glass window somewhere in the ship breaks as I enter! Lucky for Twinbuilder, he has multiple defense areas to stop me! His entire ship is like a miniature trial, that I need to pass to suck life from him and back into myself!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 1: THE LAVA ROOM:
I start in Twinbuilder's reactor room! Since the sensors detect an intruder there, Twin sets the room to EXTRA-LAVA! The lava starts flooding, and I rapidly have to complete the world's hardest and most unfair parkour, containing tons of fence jumps, 5-block jumps, and ladder corner climbs! Even 1 failure sends me plummeting into the lava! Except, driven by the zombie-rific desire to EAT BRAIN, I don't fail! I make it to the end to find a locked wooden door, which I eat since the server is set to hard!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 2: THE ARMOR STAND ROOM:
I enter a room filled with armor stands! Too zombie-stupid to think to grab the armor, I rush through it, pressing every single pressure plate! Every single plate is connected to dispensers that spawn mobs with the armor corresponding to their armor stand! The monsters, once spawned, all go to other pressure plates and jump on them, spawning more mobs! Then, they grab levers from a nearby chest, and use them to constantly flick the dispensers, spawning more mobs! Together, they set up a SUPER REPEATER CIRCUIT, which lets the dispensers spawn EVEN MORE mobs!
But once they're all done, turns out I already shambled into the next room.
Will T-Zombie-T make it to Twin? Find out... not right now!
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I shift the Ring of Sorcery to its 'Abyssal' mode. Ink is knowledge. Knowledge will be rather effective, I suspect.
Suddenly, I'm dying, and corrupted. I draw the Golden Sunsticks. Fortunately, it is stated that attacks with have a chance to fail, hopefully not healing. Fortunately, I now possess approximately 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000018 of the Red Sun's power, thanks to that deal. With a flick of my hand, red plasma bursts into existence, swirling around the Golden Sunsticks, emitting obscene amounts of electromagnetic radiation, which is promptly consumed by the Golden Sunsticks to fuel their reparative potency. The plasma floods inwards, being absorbed by the Golden Sunsticks in the first place, seemingly before the plasma was even generated. With a thought, pure, unadulterated creation pours forth from the microscopic apertures into the core of the Sunsticks, giving both of the twin wands an aura of creation. The Sunsticks continue to exude creation energies, as I mutter under my breath, attempting to cast some sort of spell. Instantaneously, waves of Sano vis rocket across the general area, fusing their essence to my wands before annihilating themselves. The Golden Sunsticks steadily grow in power and healing capacity over a time period of several seconds, before expending it all in a singular pulse of regenerative potency, which I immediately utilize to repair as many of my wounds as possible. I'm certainly not a healer, but this should work. The creation energies immediately form a protective veil around me, before converting into gaseous Sano essentia. I begin working mere fractions of a nanosecond later, fully knowing the dangers of unprotected essentia. Hundreds of wards go up in a minute, or two, and the essentia begins to congeal, forming puddles upon the floor. Then, I expend what little remains of the creation energies to form what appears to be suitable containment. The Sano essentia is teleported into the containment, wherein I place what appears to be a Runic Matrix. In moments, the essentia coalesces around the Matrix, forming a Red Sea around the object. I abruptly create an infusive pull. Suddenly, the essentia begins leaving its cloud, heading directly into my avatar in the form of red bubbles. Before they touch me, I convert them to pure regenerative force, which I utilize to heal myself as expediently as possible. With that, I place the Golden Sunsticks back in my inventory.
I suppose I should divulge this information, now. There's no use in withholding it, save to bury it within the darkest depths of my psyche for the remainder of my meaningless existence.
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11 Súlimë, Trial 4. Around midnight. Universe V2.
Everything is black. An eternal void, pure liquid nothingness spread amongst a sea of empty shadow. Silence-wrought eternal void in a realm of vision likely beyond my perception. I do hope this gateway has worked. Preferably to the point of returning me to my initial state, instead of casting me, along with the other Descendants, into a deeper form of Limbo, wherein we shall suffer for the rest of existence. I realize that my lungs are emptying. I tense up, awaiting the return to life. If it shall ever come. Several intense minutes pass, but nothing seems to occur. Perhaps this was all a grandiloquently-prepared lie said to be rescue from Limbo. Perhaps I am now dead for the remainder of eternity. Just a ghost, lost and mindless. Just as I exhale the last fraction of air from my lungs into the inky vestiges and infinite vortices of the void around me, I feel as if I am slamming into the ground, yet staying perfectly still. The noises of life occur around me. Or rather, swift typing, footsteps, and talking. Ah, it's good to be back. I lay upon what appears to be the hard, cold, metallic floor, feeling the panels of the meteor's common room. I do not open my eyes; you never know what--or who--could be standing above me, prepared to stab me the second I move. I feel the familiar weight and cold touch of the Hazel Wand in my right hand, just lying there. The screams, shouts, cries, utterances, and pleading of the imminently deceased fill my head once more. I stay still upon the ground, attempting to imitate rigor mortis. I hear the footsteps of several people entering the common room. Then, several moments later, somewhat abruptly, the door slams shut.
NAVELA: Alright, which one of you did it?
What have I missed? I don't want to know, actually. Likely large amounts of their normal routine. Eterne speaks first.
ETERNE: Are you seriously asking that? We don't know. It's as simple as that.
NAVELA: Yes, I'm asking that. You're not telling me you didn't kill him.
ETERNE: Look, just because you think Kalare had a personal vendetta against--
NAVELA: I know for a fact that he did!
VIRNUL: Yeah, this is stupid. Arguing isn't getting us anywhere.
ARAEVA: Please, just stop shouting.
ETERNE: Yeah. So, care to continue indiscriminately accusing?
NAVELA: I'm not accusing indiscriminately. You're kind of the only one here who can kill someone without leaving a mark.
VIRNUL: And that's where you're making assumptions. In case you haven't noticed, Araeva and I can do that. So could Kalare. Because he's one for suicide, definitely.
I see. So, Navela wishes to figure out who killed me. Hah.
ETERNE: It's more likely he bled to death internally after seeing a billiard-eyed green cherub horse clown from hell. He's not gonna talk.
KALARE: Hah.
Virnul's eyes shift around, as do Navela's, Araeva's, and Eterne's. I stand up, feeling the full physical strain of not moving for several enquier, and being dead, unable to stand straight. I lack the strength, at the current moment.
KALARE: Perhaps it might be wise to ask the former cadaver who his assailant happened to be.
Everyone stares at me. I adjust my glasses slightly.
I wave to Virnul, noting the small grin dancing across his lips, before striding into what appears to be the general group area where the four were conversing, just beside the door. Navela looks directly into my eyes, rather surprised, before essentially crushing my currently weakened skeleton with some sort of sudden hug.
NAVELA: What... what happened to you? How?
KALARE: That's quite a story. I'd rather not get into it. But, I'd assume I'll have to tell you all eventually.
ARAEVA: Procrastination isn't going to tell us what you've gotten yourself into, Kal.
KALARE: I guess.
I nod, sliding the Hazel Wand into my pocket.
KALARE: So, shall I begin?
VIRNUL: No.
KALARE: Hah. Anyways, let's begin, with an abridged version. In the essentials, there was once a prophecy in a green universe denoting the second coming of a being otherwise referred to as Psi, the Psi-Godmodder. He was the greatest and most powerful of the reality-manipulators in Minecraft, and was taken on by the armies of the world. Slowly, he was defeated, and banished to the realms of oblivion for eternity.
KALARE: It was foretold that a second Psi would come, and find the Ancestral Artifacts, wherein they would become the Psi-Godmodder, and achieve nigh-complete control of reality. That's where the war I've been fighting comes in. So, there's this guy named Richard; he currently stands at a rank of godmodding approximately one below Psi. He believed he would achieve the prophecy, and with it, ultimate power.
KALARE: He full incapacitated all of us Descendants after obtaining the Artifacts, before--
CARASI: Descendants?
Glancing over to the door, I note that Carasi stands within the aperture, somewhat confused. She walks into the room, stopping next to me, before muttering something to the effect of 'hi.'
KALARE: Oh, sorry. I didn't notice you. Assuming you have no qualms with my sudden resurrection, a Descendant is essentially a being empowered by the energy of a Godmodder to defeat them.
KALARE: Anyhow, an alternate version of Doc Scratch (long story) hit Richard in the face with a solid gold godarm, pulled out the Disc of Mojang, and stole the Artifacts. He became the second incarnation of Psi. Given the fact that we had no real other option, we readied ourselves, and he killed us all with a snap of his fingers, both within the server, and here.
NAVELA: What?!
KALARE: It isn't as bad as it sounds. He sent us all to Limbo, wherein we were offered a deal from the Council. It was accepted, and we fought the Gatekeeper of Limbo, composed entirely of failed escapees, for our freedom. During the fight, which was not of much note, in my opinion, I traversed Limbo with a few others, and broke the psychopathically murderous materialized split personality of a god who writes reality through a computer terminal out of his eternal prison, with technology I developed.
VIRNUL: Nice. And he didn't double-kill you as well.
KALARE: Thanks. Finally, us Descendants slew the Gatekeeper, and used its energy to construct a portal out of Limbo, which we all utilized, and which brought me back to the land of the living. There you go. Hah.
Everyone is silent for several moments. It would be reasonable to assume they all believe I am completely insane now.
NAVELA: Kalare... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL PLAYING THAT GAME?! WHY ARE YOU STILL PLAYING IT IF IT *LITERALLY* KILLED YOU?
KALARE: Don't be ridiculous. It's either fight, or watch the complete and utter destruction of a universe.
NAVELA: WE'VE BEEN FLOATING OUT IN THE FURTHEST RING FOR MONTHS BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY WITH FIGHTING IN YOUR "WAR" TO ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING HERE!
KALARE: That's not what I'm doing. We're fleeing from an indestructible billiard-eyed green cherub horse clown from hell.
ETERNE: Hehehe.
NAVELA: SURE WE ARE! MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE THIS IMAGINARY POWER WE GIVE YOU, IF YOU'RE GOING TO USE IT ON A USELESS VIDEO GAME!
KALARE: ...
NAVELA: LET'S MAKE A VOTE! EVERYONE COME OVER *HERE* TO GET RID OF KALARE'S SUPPOSED CHARGE, AND OVER *THERE* TO STAY!
Navela glares at me, and people begin to shift, taking their votes. Virnul sides with me, as does Eterne, surprisingly. On the other hand, Araeva walks over towards Navela, apologetically saying something about 'unhealthy obsessions;' Carasi, after much deliberation, sides with Navela as well. Several of the others arrive at this time, and are informed of the situation, and side with Navela.
NAVELA: There! Nobody's in command. Now, we can actually get things done.
KALARE: Now, I've just been given exponential amounts of extra time which I can use for things you'll never see, nor wish to. Hah.
Everyone disperses. After a few minutes, I walk over to a particular seat.
KALARE: Hey.
ETERNE: Hey. How's life working for ya?
KALARE: Better than being dead.
ETERNE: Pft.
KALARE: Hah.
KALARE: Out of interest, why is it that you voted for me?
ETERNE: Well, I think Seceip's argument is invalid, and you're more sympathetic to the Dersite side of things.
KALARE: Thanks.
ETERNE: No problem.
Eterne winks as I leave, a playful grin upon her face. I walk over to my desk, and continue with what I was doing pre-death, beginning a conversation with Virnul in the process.
And such concludes the flashback, and the explanation for certain events in the slightly more recent past.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
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Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
Erelye, you cannot run from English. He is already here. No matter how hard you run, he will always be already here. It is too late for your little crew. I hope the same cannot be said about you yourself, but English HAS found you.
I CLAMBER. ONTO THE LEFT LEG. AND STAB THE. OBLIVION JOINTS. WITH ZOMBIE TT. WHO I CAPTCHALOGUED. ON MY WAY HERE. AS I STAB. I INFUSE. TT. WITH CREATION ENERGY. WHICH ALSO. WEAKENS HIS ATTACK.
I suddenly throw an ray of references(at the same joint as before) it is made of references to every previous thing ever thrown like the ray of candy or the anvil or yet tons of other things of this kind it is not an 100% new ray but nothing is new it is just that you if you understand from where come the ideas then it can be an homage to everything you referenced and something interesting and reference is the key if you want to have something creative and so the next attack at this joint will have extra references for damaging that joint.
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: $356
Battlefield: Hmm... I use CO: Pax Azurite on the target, or joint if it's ded
+2 to Wilson
Map of the Multiverse AND Twitch Logo AND Tablet AND Azure Essence 11/11
-HMAS Ship-
The bird flies around Wilson as he talks to it, but then flies off. A few minutes after Wilson crawls under the bed, the bird perches on the chair and makes a sound eerily similar to someone clapping. The lights and screen both flicker off.
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HEY RICHARD! Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries! Now GO AWAY, or I will taunt you a second time. Thhhhbt
I move to the left leg
I then heal myself using no creativity whatsoever.
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The next defense is a room that shoots poison potions. Over and over. It shoots about 10 potions of poison IV, specially extended to last 5 minutes each, every single second. It's a special really long pathway that takes me about 30 minutes to traverse. Twin is confident I'll be reduced to 1/2 pf a heart by the poison. But WAIT, he realizes! I've been zombified! I get HEALING from poison! He looks it up on the Minecraft wiki to be sure, but it turns out that there's good news! The poison doesn't heal me, it just doesn't hurt me! He's relieved, until he realizes I have one less room to go to get to him!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 4: The Sunlight Room:
The room contains a miniature copy of the Minecraft Sun, giving off intense zombie-burning light! My AI compels me to seek shelter as I catch fire and rapidly lose health! However, since I'm on roughly the same y-level as the sun, the light would still reach me regardless of where I went! But then, I realize I'm invincible, since I'm a zombie, and shamble into the next room!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 5: The Incredibly Complicated Puzzle Room:
Twin laughs, as he realizes I'll NEVER get past this one! I must solve the world's most complicated Minecraft puzzle, which requires reading 500 50-page written books to even have an idea of where to begin, then making extrapolations using knowledge I don't have! I must lead uncooperative animals to places, punch zombies into pens, and place blocks into the perfect locations, which solving outright impossible parkours in an attempt to get Hint Books! And all just to open the... wooden... door...
Twin begins to panic as he realizes that that was the last defense room! He looks around, and then sees my zombified self walking towards him at an agonizingly slow pace!
Twin stares straight into my glassy, lifeless eyes... he knows he could use his awesome powers to counterattack me and send me back down to Minecraftia! However, I'm his friend, and he doesn't want to hurt me!
Twin's face assumes an expression of pure poignant sadness as he realizes that his only option that doesn't involve hurting me is letting me eat him! But then, he thinks, "maybe I have a chance! I could kite him around the room until the EOTB, where I could tactfully send him away!". But, I prove him horribly wrong, by suddenly gaining EXTREME SUPER SPEED from the creativity of this attack! I leap at him and BRUTALLY rip a chunk of meat off his head, damaging him horribly! I was able to hurt him last time because he was out of the ship, but since getting here required so much creativity, it makes this bite EXTRA POWERFUL AND PAINFUL! And Twin can't do anything to stop it, due to the incredible bonds of friendship formed by me threatening him with a super-weapon, continual clashes, and maybe some vaguely related GMing experiences!
Meanwhile, a nearby artist that Twin had on his ship for whatever reason decides to render the scene instead of helping Twin, in beautiful, full color:
While I am still in Chrysallid Form and still under the effect of the Potion of Whatever Speed you Need, I drag off a Beta Godmodder up to the Incarnate's Chestplate to sacrifice it. However, because this form has spiked legs and I carry the godmodder under me, I end up stabbing, slashing, and ripping the godmodder's body badly enough to make it unusable for sacrifice. I try this on a dozen more Beta Godmodders, with no success (unless killing them counts as success), before trying to carry it above me instead of below me. Now that I successfully get a godmodder to sacrifice, I initiate a sacrifice ritual to steal his power and gain Godmodding powers myself, because apparently they make my attacks more likely to work. "Twinbuilder, the only reason you are not dead is because I want to destroy this universe, and if Richard did it first it would mean I could not destroy this universe because he destroyed it first. Otherwise, I would have used my Comb Rave explicitly to destroy you for all these arbitrary "attack fails" tricks you pulled on me."
Antimatter Torpedoes: 18. Reloaded. Ready for use.
==Actions==
Lothyra heals another player that was hit by the Corruption bar attack with Universal Power. She then uses Antinuke (or iAntinuke. I don't have to to check the Echeladder for the right name) on the Corruption Target. Finally, she rolls the Computerized Decad at the Corruption Target.
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: $358 (+2 to Wilson)
End of an era
Battlefield: I use the broken clock to travel to forward in time, and fire into the past at the target/joint. I then travel to the past, and fire into the future. Lastly, I return back to the present and watch as the target/joint is hit twice in the present.
((sorry twin, now that we have it sorted out, let's just get on with killing this thing. Also, thanks for putting together a freaking awesome boss fight for this.))
Eric flies over to crystal to try and keep him from getting horribly murdered.
Heal
The healing spell washes over crystal, knitting up wounds and the like, and Eric hands him a health potion to supplement it.
If it is possible to help out pit's combo thing...
Eric begins praying... not to anyone in general, but just in a vague hope.
Prayer combo: 2/8
And then Old Man Elderly crashes his tug boat into the corruption target.
Well Gawrsh dang it!
These dang new-fangled steering wheels just don't work like those old handle bars they used to make!!
Eric begins throwing up shields around people.
These shields don't add to people's armor, but are essentially an extra health bar, as in, any zombies that target them will lower the amount of damage they need to do, even before they start hurting the actual person.
And they aren't extra entities, they're additions to the players.
So Eric begins throwing up these shields around himself and the other players.
((use shields guys! If we generate extra health bars we can prevent the anti-healing debuffs, and give the zombies fodder to target without actually killing anyone because we can just make more shields. Anyone who's not sure what to do, start making shields for everyone, that's the best solution I can think of to keep the zombies from gradually overwhelming us.))
I pray intensely for helping the chain and with worms I hack more computers and make them pray.
Then I dupe the lowest rank godmodders by using them as ammo for OHMAN(if you get the reference you are weird)
creating thousand of them thrown at high speed by the head hunting nova made of godmodders(I do this only if it have an chance of working so if you know it can not work I do not do it).
I suddenly hook the Inferno Server into the circuit containing the Corruption Target, causing it to overheat and malfunction, applying its own status effect to itself. Hmph.
"Yo, Richie Rich! Your mech is broken!"
"Seriously! Your design sucks!"
"I could do better, and I'd have to actually build it myself!"
I then suddenly shoot lasers at the Corruption Target with a laser gun I just built. LASERS.
Speaking of light, I set up a HALI shield around myself.
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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.
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Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Abyssal. Inky Epiphany II Abyssal Energies III
Serpent, it's nice to see that you support my entire point. At the very least, you get it. Everyone in my 'little crew' knows full well that they cannot escape, and that they are likely going to die. English is already here, and has been for months. Along with that, you should hope that the fate befalls me first. My death can be nothing but advantageous to you, of all people. Also, I do hope you enjoy the Godslayer, if you didn't notice me giving it to you.
I suddenly whip out the Hazel Wand. Ordinarily, I would utilize it to make some exceedingly convoluted assault, but I am currently suffering from the effects of Corruption. Now, I believe it would be best if I organized some sort of healing attempt. Despite my copious amounts of Runic Shielding, I'd rather not face death this early. Then again, what choice do I have on the matter? I flick the Hazel Wand, and amethyst plasma erupts from the tip of the wand, fluctuating and pulsating with wild abandon. Within instants, tendrils of aubergine plasma of fluctuating color arc downwards, towards Apocalypse Hill. I do hope my skill and knowledge shall be adequate for this particular work of magecraft. The tendrils in question carve into the ground, forming odd shapes and eldritch markings within the earth. When the tentacles off energy retract, they reveal that a oily, black, paste-like chalk has been smeared upon the floor in the patterns directed. The tendrils all move upwards once more, twitching and flailing around my form, all stemming from the tip of the Hazel Wand. I brandish the wand in a manner akin to a whip for a moment, and the tendrils swarm downwards, forming a sort of dome of arcane magics around the marks and circles. The sorcerous tentacles melt through the earth of Apocalypse Hill. I slash the Hazel Wand downwards. As I do so, time seems to slow down relative to my existence alone. My eyes dart about, and I note that everything seems to be shifting into a monochromatic gray.
I attempt to mutter something, yet no sound comes out. Slowly, a wave of violet sorcery appears, directly following the trail of the downward slash. Time continues as normal suddenly, and everything regains color. A blast of pure mauve blows a hole into the center of the arcane circles and markings, initiating some sort of healing ritual. Pure life energy flows across the server locally. I receive a direct boost from the energies of my causation, receiving some health. However, this thing should function as intended. For every 5 HP regained with express intent of fueling this ritual, some amount of damage will be dealt to either the Corruption or Oblivion Joints, depending on the position of the one who used the ritual's power. There. Have your semblance of teamwork. The remainder of the amethyst plasma heads into the plasmic dome, and I carefully place the Hazel Wand in my inventory.
For those who do not possess the time (or patience) to read this, it is essentially a combo that utilizes the healing of players to deal damage to the Joints of either Leg, hopefully.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 3/9
Antimatter Buster Nuke: Not used.
Tiny Antimatter Canisters: 8
Antimatter Torpedoes: 18. Reloading.
==Actions==
Lothyra drinks a Critmist II potion from Talist's shop. Then she sees Crystal.
Lothyra: "Oh crap he's only at 1 HP. Let me fix that."
Lothyra uses Megaversal to heal Crystal. Then she takes out the Endeavor's Decad.
Lothyra: It's not a mech, but it's the closest thing I got."
Lothyra rolls the Endeavor's Decad at the Corruption Target.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
TB, oh TB... do you pay any attention to anything?
Well, it IS complaining, so you have an excuse.
Action 1/3
Starfall Sync: 47/50 (CURSED)
I use my Frying Pan to cause annoyance and unravel the Combed Hair.
I also use Contaminated Gear on the Eyes.
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
I (over)heal Talist with the No Joke, then defend.
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No Joke
UBER: 0 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
WAS THAT ENOUGH HEALING BECAUSE I DON'T THINK SO
I originwand up an SCP-500 pizza laced with miniature green hearts and pure Sano essence and a variety of drinks such as a Minecraft Potion of Healing X and a NetHack potion of full healing. I also originwand up a set of Nanowrap Bandages from Starbound, a set of Medkits from pretty much every game where medkits heal you, etc.
I proceed to scarf down the pizza and chug the potions and apply the healing items.
I then pull out the Dumper and fire it at the Corruption Target, causing it to become a CorruɿɿoƆ TarɿɒT. I then proceed to summon Mark Sabine, who pours corrosive marmalade on the JoJ'd-up Corruption Target!
My zombified self is incapable of coherent thought beyond "BITE BITE BITE BITE", but somehow, I manage to recognize that I should probably attack people I've already attacked, so as not to inflict more people with the lack-of-healing curse! I turn to the nearest person around, and even though Twinbuilder is thousands of blocks away, it happens to be him since everyone fled the area for some reason!
Twinbuilder, still in his ship that he's using to slow the Eclipse, senses a fast-approaching projectile on his radar! The only label it has is "totally awesome", and it's somehow approaching too fast to dodge! Little does he know, becoming a zombie sends me and my creativity into SUPER MODE!
Suddenly, a random glass window somewhere in the ship breaks as I enter! Lucky for Twinbuilder, he has multiple defense areas to stop me! His entire ship is like a miniature trial, that I need to pass to suck life from him and back into myself!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 1: THE LAVA ROOM:
I start in Twinbuilder's reactor room! Since the sensors detect an intruder there, Twin sets the room to EXTRA-LAVA! The lava starts flooding, and I rapidly have to complete the world's hardest and most unfair parkour, containing tons of fence jumps, 5-block jumps, and ladder corner climbs! Even 1 failure sends me plummeting into the lava! Except, driven by the zombie-rific desire to EAT BRAIN, I don't fail! I make it to the end to find a locked wooden door, which I eat since the server is set to hard!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 2: THE ARMOR STAND ROOM:
I enter a room filled with armor stands! Too zombie-stupid to think to grab the armor, I rush through it, pressing every single pressure plate! Every single plate is connected to dispensers that spawn mobs with the armor corresponding to their armor stand! The monsters, once spawned, all go to other pressure plates and jump on them, spawning more mobs! Then, they grab levers from a nearby chest, and use them to constantly flick the dispensers, spawning more mobs! Together, they set up a SUPER REPEATER CIRCUIT, which lets the dispensers spawn EVEN MORE mobs!
But once they're all done, turns out I already shambled into the next room.
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Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Biological. Transmutation II
I shift the Ring of Sorcery to its 'Abyssal' mode. Ink is knowledge. Knowledge will be rather effective, I suspect.
Suddenly, I'm dying, and corrupted. I draw the Golden Sunsticks. Fortunately, it is stated that attacks with have a chance to fail, hopefully not healing. Fortunately, I now possess approximately 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000018 of the Red Sun's power, thanks to that deal. With a flick of my hand, red plasma bursts into existence, swirling around the Golden Sunsticks, emitting obscene amounts of electromagnetic radiation, which is promptly consumed by the Golden Sunsticks to fuel their reparative potency. The plasma floods inwards, being absorbed by the Golden Sunsticks in the first place, seemingly before the plasma was even generated. With a thought, pure, unadulterated creation pours forth from the microscopic apertures into the core of the Sunsticks, giving both of the twin wands an aura of creation. The Sunsticks continue to exude creation energies, as I mutter under my breath, attempting to cast some sort of spell. Instantaneously, waves of Sano vis rocket across the general area, fusing their essence to my wands before annihilating themselves. The Golden Sunsticks steadily grow in power and healing capacity over a time period of several seconds, before expending it all in a singular pulse of regenerative potency, which I immediately utilize to repair as many of my wounds as possible. I'm certainly not a healer, but this should work. The creation energies immediately form a protective veil around me, before converting into gaseous Sano essentia. I begin working mere fractions of a nanosecond later, fully knowing the dangers of unprotected essentia. Hundreds of wards go up in a minute, or two, and the essentia begins to congeal, forming puddles upon the floor. Then, I expend what little remains of the creation energies to form what appears to be suitable containment. The Sano essentia is teleported into the containment, wherein I place what appears to be a Runic Matrix. In moments, the essentia coalesces around the Matrix, forming a Red Sea around the object. I abruptly create an infusive pull. Suddenly, the essentia begins leaving its cloud, heading directly into my avatar in the form of red bubbles. Before they touch me, I convert them to pure regenerative force, which I utilize to heal myself as expediently as possible. With that, I place the Golden Sunsticks back in my inventory.
I suppose I should divulge this information, now. There's no use in withholding it, save to bury it within the darkest depths of my psyche for the remainder of my meaningless existence.
—
11 Súlimë, Trial 4. Around midnight. Universe V2.
Everything is black. An eternal void, pure liquid nothingness spread amongst a sea of empty shadow. Silence-wrought eternal void in a realm of vision likely beyond my perception. I do hope this gateway has worked. Preferably to the point of returning me to my initial state, instead of casting me, along with the other Descendants, into a deeper form of Limbo, wherein we shall suffer for the rest of existence. I realize that my lungs are emptying. I tense up, awaiting the return to life. If it shall ever come. Several intense minutes pass, but nothing seems to occur. Perhaps this was all a grandiloquently-prepared lie said to be rescue from Limbo. Perhaps I am now dead for the remainder of eternity. Just a ghost, lost and mindless. Just as I exhale the last fraction of air from my lungs into the inky vestiges and infinite vortices of the void around me, I feel as if I am slamming into the ground, yet staying perfectly still. The noises of life occur around me. Or rather, swift typing, footsteps, and talking. Ah, it's good to be back. I lay upon what appears to be the hard, cold, metallic floor, feeling the panels of the meteor's common room. I do not open my eyes; you never know what--or who--could be standing above me, prepared to stab me the second I move. I feel the familiar weight and cold touch of the Hazel Wand in my right hand, just lying there. The screams, shouts, cries, utterances, and pleading of the imminently deceased fill my head once more. I stay still upon the ground, attempting to imitate rigor mortis. I hear the footsteps of several people entering the common room. Then, several moments later, somewhat abruptly, the door slams shut.
What have I missed? I don't want to know, actually. Likely large amounts of their normal routine. Eterne speaks first.
ETERNE: Are you seriously asking that? We don't know. It's as simple as that.
NAVELA: Yes, I'm asking that. You're not telling me you didn't kill him.
ETERNE: Look, just because you think Kalare had a personal vendetta against--
NAVELA: I know for a fact that he did!
VIRNUL: Yeah, this is stupid. Arguing isn't getting us anywhere.
ARAEVA: Please, just stop shouting.
ETERNE: Yeah. So, care to continue indiscriminately accusing?
NAVELA: I'm not accusing indiscriminately. You're kind of the only one here who can kill someone without leaving a mark.
VIRNUL: And that's where you're making assumptions. In case you haven't noticed, Araeva and I can do that. So could Kalare. Because he's one for suicide, definitely.
I see. So, Navela wishes to figure out who killed me. Hah.
KALARE: Hah.
Virnul's eyes shift around, as do Navela's, Araeva's, and Eterne's. I stand up, feeling the full physical strain of not moving for several enquier, and being dead, unable to stand straight. I lack the strength, at the current moment.
Everyone stares at me. I adjust my glasses slightly.
NAVELA: ...
ARAEVA: ...
ETERNE: Hehe.
VIRNUL: Hey.
I wave to Virnul, noting the small grin dancing across his lips, before striding into what appears to be the general group area where the four were conversing, just beside the door. Navela looks directly into my eyes, rather surprised, before essentially crushing my currently weakened skeleton with some sort of sudden hug.
NAVELA: What... what happened to you? How?
KALARE: That's quite a story. I'd rather not get into it. But, I'd assume I'll have to tell you all eventually.
ARAEVA: Procrastination isn't going to tell us what you've gotten yourself into, Kal.
KALARE: I guess.
I nod, sliding the Hazel Wand into my pocket.
KALARE: So, shall I begin?
VIRNUL: No.
KALARE: Hah. Anyways, let's begin, with an abridged version. In the essentials, there was once a prophecy in a green universe denoting the second coming of a being otherwise referred to as Psi, the Psi-Godmodder. He was the greatest and most powerful of the reality-manipulators in Minecraft, and was taken on by the armies of the world. Slowly, he was defeated, and banished to the realms of oblivion for eternity.
KALARE: It was foretold that a second Psi would come, and find the Ancestral Artifacts, wherein they would become the Psi-Godmodder, and achieve nigh-complete control of reality. That's where the war I've been fighting comes in. So, there's this guy named Richard; he currently stands at a rank of godmodding approximately one below Psi. He believed he would achieve the prophecy, and with it, ultimate power.
KALARE: He full incapacitated all of us Descendants after obtaining the Artifacts, before--
CARASI: Descendants?
Glancing over to the door, I note that Carasi stands within the aperture, somewhat confused. She walks into the room, stopping next to me, before muttering something to the effect of 'hi.'
KALARE: Oh, sorry. I didn't notice you. Assuming you have no qualms with my sudden resurrection, a Descendant is essentially a being empowered by the energy of a Godmodder to defeat them.
KALARE: Anyhow, an alternate version of Doc Scratch (long story) hit Richard in the face with a solid gold godarm, pulled out the Disc of Mojang, and stole the Artifacts. He became the second incarnation of Psi. Given the fact that we had no real other option, we readied ourselves, and he killed us all with a snap of his fingers, both within the server, and here.
NAVELA: What?!
KALARE: It isn't as bad as it sounds. He sent us all to Limbo, wherein we were offered a deal from the Council. It was accepted, and we fought the Gatekeeper of Limbo, composed entirely of failed escapees, for our freedom. During the fight, which was not of much note, in my opinion, I traversed Limbo with a few others, and broke the psychopathically murderous materialized split personality of a god who writes reality through a computer terminal out of his eternal prison, with technology I developed.
VIRNUL: Nice. And he didn't double-kill you as well.
KALARE: Thanks. Finally, us Descendants slew the Gatekeeper, and used its energy to construct a portal out of Limbo, which we all utilized, and which brought me back to the land of the living. There you go. Hah.
Everyone is silent for several moments. It would be reasonable to assume they all believe I am completely insane now.
NAVELA: Kalare... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL PLAYING THAT GAME?! WHY ARE YOU STILL PLAYING IT IF IT *LITERALLY* KILLED YOU?
KALARE: Don't be ridiculous. It's either fight, or watch the complete and utter destruction of a universe.
NAVELA: WE'VE BEEN FLOATING OUT IN THE FURTHEST RING FOR MONTHS BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY WITH FIGHTING IN YOUR "WAR" TO ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING HERE!
KALARE: That's not what I'm doing. We're fleeing from an indestructible billiard-eyed green cherub horse clown from hell.
ETERNE: Hehehe.
NAVELA: SURE WE ARE! MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE THIS IMAGINARY POWER WE GIVE YOU, IF YOU'RE GOING TO USE IT ON A USELESS VIDEO GAME!
KALARE: ...
NAVELA: LET'S MAKE A VOTE! EVERYONE COME OVER *HERE* TO GET RID OF KALARE'S SUPPOSED CHARGE, AND OVER *THERE* TO STAY!
Navela glares at me, and people begin to shift, taking their votes. Virnul sides with me, as does Eterne, surprisingly. On the other hand, Araeva walks over towards Navela, apologetically saying something about 'unhealthy obsessions;' Carasi, after much deliberation, sides with Navela as well. Several of the others arrive at this time, and are informed of the situation, and side with Navela.
NAVELA: There! Nobody's in command. Now, we can actually get things done.
KALARE: Now, I've just been given exponential amounts of extra time which I can use for things you'll never see, nor wish to. Hah.
Everyone disperses. After a few minutes, I walk over to a particular seat.
KALARE: Hey.
ETERNE: Hey. How's life working for ya?
KALARE: Better than being dead.
ETERNE: Pft.
KALARE: Hah.
KALARE: Out of interest, why is it that you voted for me?
ETERNE: Well, I think Seceip's argument is invalid, and you're more sympathetic to the Dersite side of things.
KALARE: Thanks.
ETERNE: No problem.
Eterne winks as I leave, a playful grin upon her face. I walk over to my desk, and continue with what I was doing pre-death, beginning a conversation with Virnul in the process.
And such concludes the flashback, and the explanation for certain events in the slightly more recent past.
Erelye, you cannot run from English. He is already here. No matter how hard you run, he will always be already here. It is too late for your little crew. I hope the same cannot be said about you yourself, but English HAS found you.
I CLAMBER. ONTO THE LEFT LEG. AND STAB THE. OBLIVION JOINTS. WITH ZOMBIE TT. WHO I CAPTCHALOGUED. ON MY WAY HERE. AS I STAB. I INFUSE. TT. WITH CREATION ENERGY. WHICH ALSO. WEAKENS HIS ATTACK.
Oh no
I suddenly throw an ray of references(at the same joint as before) it is made of references to every previous thing ever thrown like the ray of candy or the anvil or yet tons of other things of this kind it is not an 100% new ray but nothing is new it is just that you if you understand from where come the ideas then it can be an homage to everything you referenced and something interesting and reference is the key if you want to have something creative and so the next attack at this joint will have extra references for damaging that joint.
I use COMBAT OPERANDI: IUBEOQUE on the ENTITY ORB.
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
I climb up to the chest plate and give myself a pep-talk to heal my self.
Come to kspcity! Transportation
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/tra
Industry
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ind
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: $356
Battlefield: Hmm... I use CO: Pax Azurite on the target, or joint if it's ded
+2 to Wilson
Map of the Multiverse AND Twitch Logo AND Tablet AND Azure Essence 11/11
-HMAS Ship-
The bird flies around Wilson as he talks to it, but then flies off. A few minutes after Wilson crawls under the bed, the bird perches on the chair and makes a sound eerily similar to someone clapping. The lights and screen both flicker off.
HEY RICHARD! Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries! Now GO AWAY, or I will taunt you a second time. Thhhhbt
I move to the left leg
I then heal myself using no creativity whatsoever.
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THE CONTINUATION!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 3: The Poison Room:
The next defense is a room that shoots poison potions. Over and over. It shoots about 10 potions of poison IV, specially extended to last 5 minutes each, every single second. It's a special really long pathway that takes me about 30 minutes to traverse. Twin is confident I'll be reduced to 1/2 pf a heart by the poison. But WAIT, he realizes! I've been zombified! I get HEALING from poison! He looks it up on the Minecraft wiki to be sure, but it turns out that there's good news! The poison doesn't heal me, it just doesn't hurt me! He's relieved, until he realizes I have one less room to go to get to him!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 4: The Sunlight Room:
The room contains a miniature copy of the Minecraft Sun, giving off intense zombie-burning light! My AI compels me to seek shelter as I catch fire and rapidly lose health! However, since I'm on roughly the same y-level as the sun, the light would still reach me regardless of where I went! But then, I realize I'm invincible, since I'm a zombie, and shamble into the next room!
TWIN'S SHIP: PART 5: The Incredibly Complicated Puzzle Room:
Twin laughs, as he realizes I'll NEVER get past this one! I must solve the world's most complicated Minecraft puzzle, which requires reading 500 50-page written books to even have an idea of where to begin, then making extrapolations using knowledge I don't have! I must lead uncooperative animals to places, punch zombies into pens, and place blocks into the perfect locations, which solving outright impossible parkours in an attempt to get Hint Books! And all just to open the... wooden... door...
Twin begins to panic as he realizes that that was the last defense room! He looks around, and then sees my zombified self walking towards him at an agonizingly slow pace!
Twin stares straight into my glassy, lifeless eyes... he knows he could use his awesome powers to counterattack me and send me back down to Minecraftia! However, I'm his friend, and he doesn't want to hurt me!
Twin's face assumes an expression of pure poignant sadness as he realizes that his only option that doesn't involve hurting me is letting me eat him! But then, he thinks, "maybe I have a chance! I could kite him around the room until the EOTB, where I could tactfully send him away!". But, I prove him horribly wrong, by suddenly gaining EXTREME SUPER SPEED from the creativity of this attack! I leap at him and BRUTALLY rip a chunk of meat off his head, damaging him horribly! I was able to hurt him last time because he was out of the ship, but since getting here required so much creativity, it makes this bite EXTRA POWERFUL AND PAINFUL! And Twin can't do anything to stop it, due to the incredible bonds of friendship formed by me threatening him with a super-weapon, continual clashes, and maybe some vaguely related GMing experiences!
Meanwhile, a nearby artist that Twin had on his ship for whatever reason decides to render the scene instead of helping Twin, in beautiful, full color:
And thus, it is over.
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While I am still in Chrysallid Form and still under the effect of the Potion of Whatever Speed you Need, I drag off a Beta Godmodder up to the Incarnate's Chestplate to sacrifice it. However, because this form has spiked legs and I carry the godmodder under me, I end up stabbing, slashing, and ripping the godmodder's body badly enough to make it unusable for sacrifice. I try this on a dozen more Beta Godmodders, with no success (unless killing them counts as success), before trying to carry it above me instead of below me. Now that I successfully get a godmodder to sacrifice, I initiate a sacrifice ritual to steal his power and gain Godmodding powers myself, because apparently they make my attacks more likely to work. "Twinbuilder, the only reason you are not dead is because I want to destroy this universe, and if Richard did it first it would mean I could not destroy this universe because he destroyed it first. Otherwise, I would have used my Comb Rave explicitly to destroy you for all these arbitrary "attack fails" tricks you pulled on me."
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 4/9
Antimatter Buster Nuke: Not used.
Tiny Antimatter Canisters: 8
Antimatter Torpedoes: 18. Reloaded. Ready for use.
==Actions==
Lothyra heals another player that was hit by the Corruption bar attack with Universal Power. She then uses Antinuke (or iAntinuke. I don't have to to check the Echeladder for the right name) on the Corruption Target. Finally, she rolls the Computerized Decad at the Corruption Target.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
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Wilson's Shop: $358 (+2 to Wilson)
End of an era
Battlefield: I use the broken clock to travel to forward in time, and fire into the past at the target/joint. I then travel to the past, and fire into the future. Lastly, I return back to the present and watch as the target/joint is hit twice in the present.
((sorry twin, now that we have it sorted out, let's just get on with killing this thing. Also, thanks for putting together a freaking awesome boss fight for this.))
Eric flies over to crystal to try and keep him from getting horribly murdered.
Heal
The healing spell washes over crystal, knitting up wounds and the like, and Eric hands him a health potion to supplement it.
If it is possible to help out pit's combo thing...
Eric begins praying... not to anyone in general, but just in a vague hope.
Prayer combo: 2/8
And then Old Man Elderly crashes his tug boat into the corruption target.
Well Gawrsh dang it!
These dang new-fangled steering wheels just don't work like those old handle bars they used to make!!
Eric begins throwing up shields around people.
These shields don't add to people's armor, but are essentially an extra health bar, as in, any zombies that target them will lower the amount of damage they need to do, even before they start hurting the actual person.
And they aren't extra entities, they're additions to the players.
So Eric begins throwing up these shields around himself and the other players.
((use shields guys! If we generate extra health bars we can prevent the anti-healing debuffs, and give the zombies fodder to target without actually killing anyone because we can just make more shields. Anyone who's not sure what to do, start making shields for everyone, that's the best solution I can think of to keep the zombies from gradually overwhelming us.))
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I pray intensely for helping the chain and with worms I hack more computers and make them pray.
Then I dupe the lowest rank godmodders by using them as ammo for OHMAN(if you get the reference you are weird)
creating thousand of them thrown at high speed by the head hunting nova made of godmodders(I do this only if it have an chance of working so if you know it can not work I do not do it).
I suddenly hook the Inferno Server into the circuit containing the Corruption Target, causing it to overheat and malfunction, applying its own status effect to itself. Hmph.
"Yo, Richie Rich! Your mech is broken!"
"Seriously! Your design sucks!"
"I could do better, and I'd have to actually build it myself!"
I then suddenly shoot lasers at the Corruption Target with a laser gun I just built. LASERS.
Speaking of light, I set up a HALI shield around myself.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Hazel Wand: II (ECLIPSED.)
Ring of Sorcery: Current Mode Active: Abyssal. Inky Epiphany II Abyssal Energies III
Serpent, it's nice to see that you support my entire point. At the very least, you get it. Everyone in my 'little crew' knows full well that they cannot escape, and that they are likely going to die. English is already here, and has been for months. Along with that, you should hope that the fate befalls me first. My death can be nothing but advantageous to you, of all people. Also, I do hope you enjoy the Godslayer, if you didn't notice me giving it to you.
I suddenly whip out the Hazel Wand. Ordinarily, I would utilize it to make some exceedingly convoluted assault, but I am currently suffering from the effects of Corruption. Now, I believe it would be best if I organized some sort of healing attempt. Despite my copious amounts of Runic Shielding, I'd rather not face death this early. Then again, what choice do I have on the matter? I flick the Hazel Wand, and amethyst plasma erupts from the tip of the wand, fluctuating and pulsating with wild abandon. Within instants, tendrils of aubergine plasma of fluctuating color arc downwards, towards Apocalypse Hill. I do hope my skill and knowledge shall be adequate for this particular work of magecraft. The tendrils in question carve into the ground, forming odd shapes and eldritch markings within the earth. When the tentacles off energy retract, they reveal that a oily, black, paste-like chalk has been smeared upon the floor in the patterns directed. The tendrils all move upwards once more, twitching and flailing around my form, all stemming from the tip of the Hazel Wand. I brandish the wand in a manner akin to a whip for a moment, and the tendrils swarm downwards, forming a sort of dome of arcane magics around the marks and circles. The sorcerous tentacles melt through the earth of Apocalypse Hill. I slash the Hazel Wand downwards. As I do so, time seems to slow down relative to my existence alone. My eyes dart about, and I note that everything seems to be shifting into a monochromatic gray.
Progiddginksgi'gijhsgi'nngidtsgi'el gish l'ogievkeljosgi'sgi sgi's pol'ogi'less. Mor wsgi'll osgi'ckgil. Ugil josgi'segi'sgi'p kel.
I attempt to mutter something, yet no sound comes out. Slowly, a wave of violet sorcery appears, directly following the trail of the downward slash. Time continues as normal suddenly, and everything regains color. A blast of pure mauve blows a hole into the center of the arcane circles and markings, initiating some sort of healing ritual. Pure life energy flows across the server locally. I receive a direct boost from the energies of my causation, receiving some health. However, this thing should function as intended. For every 5 HP regained with express intent of fueling this ritual, some amount of damage will be dealt to either the Corruption or Oblivion Joints, depending on the position of the one who used the ritual's power. There. Have your semblance of teamwork. The remainder of the amethyst plasma heads into the plasmic dome, and I carefully place the Hazel Wand in my inventory.
For those who do not possess the time (or patience) to read this, it is essentially a combo that utilizes the healing of players to deal damage to the Joints of either Leg, hopefully.