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Potions: Potion of Critmist II x33, Potion of Vis x27, Potion of Nectar x1, Potion of Crimson x2, Potion of Moonlight x2, Potion of Fortune x2, Potion of Fear x2, Potion of Hellsun x2,
Wilson's Shop: $396 (+2 to Wilson)

Battlefield: I look up what Binary's up to on the wiki cueball

...So many epic attacks. And gutza just tied Talist and Tazz in Epicness Ratings, according to this Nielsenometer.

I take out my 420 Noscope sniper supercharged with weed, mountain dew, and doritos. I jump off a building and proceed to spin 420 degrees in the air and shoot the Godmodder in the head.

"They call me, the Swagnator.'

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I take out my 420 Noscope sniper supercharged with weed, mountain dew, and doritos. I jump off a building and proceed to spin 420 degrees in the air and shoot the Godmodder in the head.

"They call me, the Swagnator.'

Welcome! Unfortunately, the Godmodder cannot be targeted right now, as he is in the incarnate. You can start by going up the legs, then the chestplate, then the head and stab at it until it's dead.

I use the battle technique SLINGSHOT LV. 10 On the scarred metal and the Superlaser!

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Welcome! Unfortunately, the Godmodder cannot be targeted right now, as he is in the incarnate. You can start by going up the legs, then the chestplate, then the head and stab at it until it's dead.

I use the battle technique SLINGSHOT LV. 10 On the scarred metal and the Superlaser!

Actually, you can just go straight to the Head. But welcome to the game, please check your sanity at the purple cow on the left.

/null

Just to see what it does, I summon an effigy and use Unicode lv. 1 on it.

"Now then. I might not be capable of quite the same level of detail as some of my comrades. But that doesn't matter, because I can match, and even surpass, them in other ways. Case in point."

Something in the sky begins glowing gray, bolts of the same gray shooting off of it. Eldritch voices speak quietly, little more than whispers at first, but soon growing in volume, becoming louder and louder, until they're all but shouting. And then promptly become louder.

I'M SURPRISED THAT YOU WENT TO THE TROUBLE OF TRANSLATING ALL OF THIS. WELL DONE. YOU LITERALLY COPIED THIS ALL INTO A WORD DOCUMENT OR SEARCH BAR, DIDN'T YOU? CONGRATULATIONS. BY THE WAY, I COULDN'T AFFORD PROPER ELDRITCH TEXT BECAUSE OF BUDGET CUTS, SO WINGDINGS SHALL HAVE TO DO.

With those words, a blast of grayness fires out from the something in the sky, aimed directly at the Scarred Metal, or the Godmodder if possible. They turn everything on contact into &e0 &e0 &e0 DTG.EXE HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM AND NEEDS TO CLOSE

...Whoops.

Cheese.OS, there're a lot of enormous attacks right now. I don't even brain.

Honestly, as much as I enjoy getting sentenced to Limbo for the sheer, ludicrous overkill I use, I do prefer playing the game at a slightly smaller scale, when slightly less absurdly HUEG attacks actually work.

I pull something out of a pouch tied to the outside of my armor. A raw potato, for use in growing emergency rations should I be cut off from resupply for too long. As it happens, it is not only my last piece of food, but the last viable potato in this dying universe, what with the Crew-managed farms that kept me and two million civilians aboard Anachron alive having left the entire multiversal region by now. I don't really need it, this armor's a Dreadnaught suit at this point, could probably keep me alive for a few millennia just on the contents of my bloodstream and cyclic IVs. I take a moment to gather my strength, use another burst of coolant from my slowly-failing reactor to sail past the remnants of the Arms and meet the Head face-to-planet-sized-face. Then I haul off and throw the potato. A last-ditch emergency weapon system, added to my armor more as a joke than anything else, fires, tapping another few terawatts of Monochromic energy off my reactor's poisoned fuel rods, and accelerates the potato. And keeps accelerating it, enough synthesized gravity to rival the entire mass of a small moon focused on speeding up half a pound of organic material to speeds normally only achieved by capitol-ship heavy mass drivers. 99.9994964% of the speed of light by the time it reaches INCARNATE, in fact. The backblast of impact, some tiny fraction of the energy released by the potato's plasma boom alone, nearly burns out my personal shields permanently and throws me perhaps four hundred kilometers before I have time to react and slow myself down to return.

I continue continuing to lie face down on the dead grass. Twin, you still don't have to quote this if you don't want to.

My stuff:
Potion of Flares, Potion of Oblivion.

EVERYTHING IN THE EMPORIUM IS NOW FREE FOR ALL TO USE TO FIGHT THE INCARNATE! Anyone who is injured and about to die can pick up something like a Potion of Zeus or Nectar Cake. Or if anyone wants a useless souvenir from DTG2 to bring to somewhere like DTG0 or TvT2, you can get one of those. Not like it will actually do anything where ever you bring it to.

Total wealth = 549$ (lvl 1 = 1 ingredient used, lvl 2 = 2 ingredients used or 2 potions combined, and so on)
Just take whatever you want as long as you, a: share and b: use it against the Incarnate in some way. You can keep giving Wilson +2s if you like, but they'll do literally nothing except maybe give Wilson a bigger bath of gold to jump into once all is said and done.

• Potion of (super?) rejuvenation x1 (lvl 1, gives crits)
• Potion of Magic x1 (lvl 1, random effects)
• Potion of (holy) Wrath x2 (lvl 2, says on the tin)
• Potion of Nectar x2 (lvl 2, healing and crit)
• Splash potion of Critmist II x4 (lvl 3, crits)
• Potion of Ambrosa x1 (lvl 3, healing + crits)
• Nectar cake x1 (lvl 3, healing food. Not a potion)
• Potion of Potential x1 (lvl 1, slight buff)
• Potion of Fury x3 (lvl 3, magic power +, holy power ++)
• Potion of Armor x2 (lvl 1, dmg reduction)
• Potion of Zeus x1 (lvl 4, healing, dmg dealt+ Dmg taken -)
• Potion of Water Armor x2 (lvl1, armor while in water. Too bad its all gone.)
• Potion of Moonlight x1 (lvl 1, regen)
• Potion of Fortune x1 (lvl 1, more ores. Mine all the valuable minerals out of the Incarnate!)
• Potion of HellSun x3 (lvl 1, Powers of the Nether. Great for the Red Dragon.)
• Potion of IMAAGGGGGINNNNNATTTIOOONNNNN x1 (lvl 2, Great! Now all you need is a box, Squidward!)

• Splash Nightshade potion x3 (lvl 3 blindness, wither, etc)
• Splash potion of frostbite x2 (lvl 1, chilly)
• Splash Venom Potion x3 (lvl 1, poison)
• Splash potion of chills x3 (lvl 2, even chillier)
• Splash extended Potion of Flares x1 (lvl 3, burning cuts)
• Potion of Crimson x3 (lvl 1, bleed)
• Potion of Fear x2 (lvl 1, fear)
• Splash Corruption Potion x2 (lvl 1, glitch)
• Splash potion of Temperature II x2 (lvl 5, fire and ice cuts)
• Extended Splash potion of Charring x2 (lvl 5, unhealing cuts)
• Splash Potion of Oblivion II x2 (lvl 5, Life stealing cuts) ERROR! USE OF THESE IS DANGEROUS!

-H-M-A-S----S-H-I-P-

Well, this has been fun. Now, to get down...

He could get down with gravity, but wanted to try something different. He lies down flat on the ceiling and then charges both himself and the floor below him with a static positive charge. Then he releases the gravitational force keeping him to the ceiling and allows himself to fall. But as he approaches the floor, the like charges repel and throw him back into the air, eventually settling on leaving him floating a couple of feet above the floor. To right himself, Wilson eases some of the charge on his feet, causing those to be repelled less and thus flipping him over. And to actually touch the floor, he pulls away the static charges from both himself and the floor, allowing him to touch down softly.

Before leaving, he wanted to practice one more thing, and that was illusions. He started to gather in the ambient light in the room and store it. Like before, the thing he had planned took more focus and finesse than actual power. He held his paw a small distance above the ground and made the illusion of a tiny rectangular box, only a couple inches wide, one inch tall and one inch deep. The block slices itself 51 times, creating a deck of cards. Wilson then casts his paw to the side, sending all the cards flying through the room, vibrating the air at the same time in order to make a sound to strengthen the feeling of the illusion. It took all his concentration to maintain this complicated illusion as he had to keep track of each individual card, but that's exactly what he wanted. He pulled all the cards in again and dealt them for a game of solitaire. Of course, he knew where every card was, but that wasn't the point. He played out the game, straining himself to keep up the illusion. When he eventually felt satisfied, he cast all the cards in a wide arc around him, watching them flutter themselves into nothing as he broke the illusion.

And now, somewhat tired from all that, he returned to his room and went into the little cave he made to sit on the pillow.

To be continued in a future post. Yeah, I'm trying to go really fast here because the Incarnate MUST be dead at this point. Although maybe Twin has some kind of end game surprise planned.

No post today. I need to make some preparations first.

TURN 1/3

I use BT Thaumic Might Lv10: Thaumic Eye on the Scarred Metal, followed by pulling out Deus Ex Machina, enlarging the Judgement-orb at its tip to ludicrous size, and burning the Scarred Metal with the heat of a star.

Quote from Talist»

I continue continuing to lie face down on the dead grass. Twin, you still don't have to quote this if you don't want to.

My stuff:
Potion of Flares, Potion of Oblivion.

-H-M-A-S----S-H-I-P-

He does, this is the 4th part out of 5. There's something that is going to happen.

/null

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No post today. I need to make some preparations first.

It's okay, we all enjoy the crazy scenarios that result from this. We'll gladly wait. I call for a ceasefire, as all attacks are probably going to be wasted from here on out.

Let's wait until Twin Po-

(Banned by Twinbuilder automaticly)

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Let's wait until Twin Po-

(Banned by Twinbuilder automaticly)

ERROR

*nom*

Error resolved.

I heal up Build with some Vortigaunt magic if I'm not dead.

Well, lacking anything better...

Eric unleashes a uni-beam blast at any potentially remaining parts of the Incarnate, although at this point I kinda doubt the Incarnate's survival being a thing.

Act 3!

The Incarnate's chances of living are pretty slim. Just in case, I pepper it with Nailtimatum shots of Enchida's Nails, ripping through the metal with the power of Creation and Light and Order and all of that.

I've gotta preserve the creative juices for the final, FINAL attack.

/null

Well, I've now got nothing left if I do actually get a comb rave. But, I had to do that attack now because of Wilson's role in it only working against the Incarnate and not the Red Dragon or Binary or anything else for that matter. Well, I have maybe one thing left, but its nowhere near as good. So, that was my comb rave essentially. I hope it does something good.

-H-M-A-S----S-H-I-P-

And now for the thing I actually wanted him to do.

Feeling a little better about having practiced with the Grid some, Wilson decided to take another shot at his memories. He took out the canteen from the enderpouch inside his enderpouch and propped it up against the wall. Then he pulled the straw out of that glass of water that had been sitting by the door for, depending on how you count the flow of time in these RPs, anywhere between a day and 3 weeks. Speaking of which, is it still Wilson's birthday? I'm not sure. Anyway, he put the straw into the canteen and then wondered how exactly he was supposed to do this. After getting into an acceptable sleeping position, he took a sip from the canteen and immediately started gagging and coughing. He waited for... something to happen, but it didn't. Cautiously, he took another, slightly larger sip and fought the gag reflex. He felt somewhat nauseous, but nothing apart from that.

Urgh... maybe it doesn't work on fo... ox... ughhh...

And then he fell asleep. Strangely, he felt himself being tugged downwards and blindly followed it out of curiosity. Now, he could feel himself falling, falling to... somewhere, somewhere quite far away. He never had this sensation before, but didn't have much time to think about it before he was suddenly underwater. Being a pretty good swimmer, he surfaced and started treading water after taking 8 damage for starting his turn in water and then looked around to try and get a grip on whatever world he had been dropped into this time. He was in some kind of river, or rather a very long winding lake as the water wasn't moving Minecraft river style. The water wasn't stagnant and was actually pretty clear, yet still seemed unnaturally grey and dead. Rather than plain blue, the sky had tints of green and aqua. In fact, the entire world seemed unnaturally green, making Wilson jokingly think he had suddenly been teleported into the set of The Wizard of Oz. He couldn't see anything else due to the muddy river banks on either side. Somewhat creeped out by the deadness of the water, he swam to the closest shore and shook himself off before climbing the slippery bank. Actually, more than The Wizard of Oz, this place reminded him of the Emerald Arena. This was probably a dream built on that memory. But with fewer floating platforms and a little less obnoxious mist.

Despite being about 15 feet away from a body of water, the grass around him was also grey and dead. Although, maybe it was specifically because of the water. It was a strange clash, the sky being vibrant greens and blues but the ground being a muted grey. He shook some of the mud off his paws and started walking. Things became more... lively as he moved away from where he started. He could see a large volcano in the distance, slowly simmering away. The dead grey grass slowly gave way to volcanic basalt. At first, Wilson wasn't going to pay it much attention, but then he thought he noticed something strange about the basalt. After waiting and watching it for a while, he concluded that the basalt was in fact, shrinking. The stone was being slowly turned into dirt for fresh, already dead grass to grow over.

I APEAR OUT OF NOWHERE AND STATE

"HEY!!! THE GODMODDER'S MINE!!! I'LL FINISH HIM OFF!!"