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I chuckle at poketwo. Getting cocky now, are we?
In that case, I Throw out a giant f-bomb out of the sky and onto the scarred metal! (or the scar if the scarred metal is destroyed.) Courtesy of the AVGN.
Anyway, (assuming I did not have to use an action on ERR), I messily devour poketwo to heal myself. Well, MOST of poketwo. Don't want another zombie around.
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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.
I charge at the fast-receding Mystical Life Energies, hoping to catch onto the tail end...I may or may not succeed, but I definitely run into gutza at full speed.
The Godmodder laughs, knowing that even though you have acquired a superbly rare and dank Pepe, nearly nothing can match the might of the Red Dragon! Your mech may be as big as the Incarnate, but it certainly isn't as powerful...
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: $392 (+2 to Wilson)
Battlefield:
Ah, Richard, Godmodder, whatever you go by now, remember when we were allies in this war?
Those days were fun, almost a shame my operator developed a conscious.
FseftrAI takes out the Azure Armoury, but instead of firing it, uses it to start a dramatic thunderstorm. He then rapidly calls for backup over a thousand times, each call causing five Minecraft avatars with the same skin somehow logging onto the server. Each of the thousands of avatars is equipped with only two items, the Azure Armoury, and the Ultraband.
Suddenly, synchronously, every avatar touches their wrist, and all of them turn invisible. Thousands of invisible forcefields quickly merge into one massive one, and invisible beams of healing energy cover the nearby skies. Then, the avatars make a floating wall in front of the scarred metal, as if to protect it from damage. Each of the avatars points the azure armoury at the empty heavens above, somehow still slowing time to nearly a standstill.
Almost.
Every single avatar then touches the Azure Armoury one last time, calling in thousands of synchronous airstrikes. An armada of identical ships appears overhead, and countless supernova missiles, planet crackers, and various lesser weaponry rain from the skies, all precisely aimed at the scarred metal. The true purpose of the wall is now revealed, as it stops the majority of the collateral damage from the barrage. Even so, the firepower which gets through is easily enough to scour armageddon hill to the bedrock, and would heavily damage the rest of the planet if there was a planet left to damage.
-HMAS Ship-
18,000 damage to the Scarred Metal! Armageddon Hill destroyed!
I rush up to the head of the Incarnate, while I am doing so I notice babysphee claiming to be a "Meme King". I chuckle, a deep and hearty laugh heard through all of Memeia. With one look, I destroy the meme mech, by overloading it with memey power. (The ensuing explosion may damage the incarnate, probably.) I then look at the false meme king. Fool, you are nothing in the scope of meme power. I am a meme GOD. I call upon my meme powers, and summon a pure meme blast from the meme heavens to SMITE BABYSPHEE! I AM THE ONE GOD OF MEMES! They are sent STRAIGHT to meme hell. Straight to it. They do not pass go. They do not collect 200 dollars. They are now in the burning meme fires of meme hell, along with pepes corpse and roughly a thousand minion facebook memes.
The Memega Zord is annihilated in one strike by the true meme god! babysphee killed! The ultra-rare Pepe falls next to you... The Incarnate uses its Dank Reflectors to repel the explosion caused by the mech's destruction!
Tendrils of Mechroa begin firing out of me in random directions. I use them to scale up the INCARNATE to the head, greeting Richard The Godmodder with the evilest grin that something without a mouth can manage, then prepare to do damage.
Post 1
(GREEN)What's with all these memes?(END GREEN) The Rick Astley Shield stops orbiting around Eglarbroad and fills the ears of Modpack, who promptly has Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up blasted into his ears by a copper PCB. After 42 runs of the song, the Rick Astley Shield comes back to Eglarbroad.
(GREEN)Use Blind Eye Level 5 - Formality on the Scarred Metal. I then pull a Weasel and Raspberry Pi out of my Dimensional Tophat. I sprinkle pepper onto the Weasel, and rip the filling of the Pi out. I dump the results of these actions into the Sacred Items pile.(END GREEN)
You shut both of your eyes, the entire area around you going dark. The only visible things to anyone around you are you and the Scarred Metal. A crimson X is painted over both of your eyes, rendering them completely shut. A holographic golden X appears in front of it, which turns into a holographic bowtie. Its sides flicker and produce a holographic top hat and a cane. Armed with formal wear, you tense up as a flickering wheel forms around you, flashing with various symbols. You rush to the Scarred Metal and give it a senseless drubbing with the business end of your cane, a firestorm quickly forming around the Metal. 15,000 damage!
"Very wise, Godmodder. You did not respond to the taunt. My Lifeshroom, which would have given me 10 health back had I fallen, will go unused for now. However! I still have 14,000 damage with your name on it! Scarred Metal, meet my BIDE!!!"
An unblockable, 14,000 damage lands on the Scarred Metal.
To add to the Pokemon moves I have recently done, I use Helping Hand, which buffs the attack of the first player to move after me.
I fire on the Scarred Metal with Toxicide, then use Chemodrop on the Scarred Metal.
Also, can you tell me what Chemoblast did since last time I used it you didn't give a description?
Minicritted 13,500 damage to the Scarred Metal!
> CobaltShade: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => CHEMODROP
You construct a canister that can withstand any chemicals without adverse effects, and fire all of your chemical-producing alchemies into it, combining their powers to create the perfect concoction of chemicals that will be able to eat away at the Scarred Metal like nothing. After several minutes, the canister is ready, and you seal it shut. You load it inside of the Billy Bazooka and fly into the air, firing the canister down at the Scarred Metal! It lodges itself inside of the metal and bursts, the chemicals spilling everywhere and eating away at the Incarnate's surface! 8,000 damage!
Next time you use it, I'll give you a description.
I immediately make some noise, in the form of the English Version of Angels With Burning Hearts, from the Burning Rangers game, or something else equally boss. It's time to end this nonsense. One step from victory. Just slightly over 200K damage.
"Richard, the game is over! prepare for this nonsense to end, RIGHT NOW!"
I turn to my Anti-Godmodder allies. The life shall wane and die from this machine by my hand...Metaphorically. I'm still gonna wail at it, and then try to claim the honor of the man who's attack finally killed the Godmodder.
But first.
A speech.
"Brethren Descendants of the Psi-Resistance! Heed me! For almost twenty-two months we have waged war against the monster who claims false greatness, the one known as The Godmodder!"
"For the last twenty-two months, he has forced our hands into asking the Multiverse against him, and he has tricked many parts of the multiverse itself into lending aid! We have cohered and bonded into an indomitable, undying force, to face off against a so-called invincible tyrant!"
"For the last twenty-two months, we have tested mettle, underdogs in vicious combat for the longest time, our burning hearts countering the endless hate and woe that the Godmodder seemed to so enjoy and so constantly send our way! Our mutual hatred of one-another, only occasionally stopped by outside forces looking to take this center of all multiversal power for their own uses, or see it destroyed!"
A charismatic flare, the power of Pulchritude, wells up within me, and makes itself known as a green and white fire, burning beneath my feet.
"For the last twenty-two months, we have fought valiantly, defeating any foe that dared to cross us, some of the strongest in the Multiverse! We have NEVER failed! The Godmodder's unsateable hatred has lead us along his path of self-destruction, as our undying wills and burning hearts paved a path of victory that have lead us to THIS MOMENT!"
"And for the last twenty-two months, we have bemoaned the lost brethren that we have witnessed wounded, die, or worse, answering our calls for aid and aiding our eternal war to their deathbeds, and worse, as the sickening entertainment of a weak man who claims false strength as his own! Meanwhile, he felt the need to brainwash or otherwise coerce others into fighting for his side, the coward!"
"TODAY, THIS CHANGES!"
The literal charismatic flare lights up to my legs, failing to burn me because it's MY Charisma.
"TODAY, we deal the final blows to the Godmodder and his so-called strength, tearing apart this abominable machine once and for all, and ending the threat of his so-called trump card, the Red Dragon!"
"TODAY, we end the reign of this false emperor upon the lands of Minecraft, and free this glorious wellspring of creativity from this madman's grasp!"
"TODAY, WE DESTROY THE GODMODDER!"
The charismatic flare goes nuclear, enveloping my whole body. This power has gone by many names: The spiral energy, Pulchritude, Pure Elemental Squid Ink (non-indicative name, much?), the Spirit, the Charm, the Commander's Blessing, and so on. But it's many names matter not, for the power of Charisma is all of these and more.
"WE, BURNING ANGELS FROM THE HEAVENS OF CREATION AND CARE, SHALL STRIKE DOWN UPON THE GODMODDER WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND FIERY CANNONS FROM THE HALLS OF MOJANG THEMSELVES!"
"WE, UNDYING COLEGMERATE OF THE MULTIVERSE'S CHAMPIONS, SHALL LAY DOWN THE LAW UPON THIS LAWLESS BEAST, AND END HIS RAMPAGE, AND RESTORE THIS GLORIOUS WORLD TO ITS PROPER SELF!"
"WE, GRAND ARMY OF THE FORCES OF MINECRAFT, PROTECTORS OF THIS WORLD AND ALL OTHERS, SHALL GIVE PROTECTION TO THE MANY THROUGH OUR FINAL BARRAGE UPON THIS ONE, AND IN DOING SO, END THIS WAR ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
The Charismatic flare extends outwards, tendril-like, gently extending itself to all non-zombies, and the power within burns outwardly, but also inwardly...Those affected feel amazing, like they could do anything with sheer force of will.
"WE SHALL STAND AGAINST THE SKY, AND DEFY FATE!!!"
"WE ARE THE ANTI-GODMODDERS!!!"
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF THIS WORLD!!!"
"FOR MOJANG!!! FOR MINECRAFT!!! FOR THE TRIFECTA!!! FOR THE MULTIVERSE, AND ALL WITHIN THAT WE CARE FOR!!!"
The Charismatic Flare extends outward, enveloping all that it can in a warm embrace, lending the power of righteous conviction to all. This takes the form of minicrits (or alternatively just straight-up healing in case I can't do that.)
"AETHER OR NETHER!!!!! LET'S ROCK!!!!!"
Next five attacks will minicrit! Even though you called the Godmodder by something he's not in the first word of your speech, he listened to the whole thing eagerly... He readies himself for whatever you can throw at him!
Post 2
(GREEN)...Yeah! I agree with the speech. I attempt to amplify it's effect with makeshift speakers, broadcasting the speech farther.
I attempt to use Skyscraper on the Scarred Metal. If that fails, use Blind Eye Level 2 - Encrypted on the Scarred Metal.(END GREEN)
You shut both of your eyes, the entire area around you going dark. The only visible things to anyone around you are you and the Scarred Metal. A crimson X is painted over both of your eyes, rendering them completely shut. The X then turns golden and projects holograms of every letter in the alphabet around you! The letters are run through many different ciphers continuously, shifting into other letters, symbols, and runes in no known language. The runes bind together secrets never meant for sight or release, and when you telekinetically pry the runes apart, beams of pure knowledge are fired at the Scarred Metal, punching through it! Minicritted 15,000 damage!
I walk up to the Head and prepare to launch the final use of the Umbra Scepter, taking out the risk of gambling to cause something bad to happen. I would have done this had Pit not gotten out of the Hole of Bomb Men and charge right at me, forcing me to point it back at him.
"I'm not a zombie, you can stop."
"What? But you were impaled on a drill, I saw you die! How could you survive that?"
"You'd be surprised by how Dave can function without even existing."
"If you're trying to say he was too stupid to realize he was dead and pulled a Heroic Sacrifice, i will throw you into that hole again."
"..."
"*sigh* Well, I've still got to break this thing's scar. Best you try to help."
"Alright then!"
We both then attack the Scarred Metal, me with the Rapidfire Bow and Dark Pit with his Umbra Scepter.
The Rapidfire Bow deals a minicritted 22,500 damage to the Scarred Metal! The Umbra Scepter deals a minicritted 7,500 damage!
In one hand a wield the infinity cube and i shall use this great power to...
Fire a death lazer dirrectly on the scarred metal that also happened to be where i am!?!?!
Curse you Thanos coptor for your wave of stupid.
Good new, the coptor also puts stupid in all entities long enough to make them stare at the Thanos coptor long enough for the lazor to hit yay.
Bad news, i'm flat on bedrock on my face with tons of pain, even worse news the Infinity cube, i dropped it into a random portal into the XEELEEE verse, oops.
(also for lols)
Minicritted 6,000 damage to the Scarred Metal! 5 damage to you!
@Godmodd-ard-er: "well, the point of a godmodder is to prove themselves as infallible and better than everyone one else. But right now the army is working with us and not against us, so they're not trying to prove anything.
@Red Dragon: I was worried I'd hit that wall eventually. The "It just does" wall. And that's kinda sad because I stated multiple times that all those arguments weren't just to be perverse, it was to slow down the Red Dragon. And I spent a lot of time on those...
@Twin: Yeah, the Etchladder is named after Homestuck. As are comb raves (MSPA really, but I honestly don't care. I'm web comic racist at this point.), sacred items and all that other stuff. So I dislike using them.
@Tazz: For Notch! For Minecraftia! For glory! For honor! For Wilson's epilog! For epic loot! And most of all... FOR PERSONAL GAIN!!!!
I drink my potion of War II to power up the following attack. There's no way the Incarnate is surviving long enough for an update to the Etchladder, so lets do this like Serpent for my finale. Although its probably not even needed at this point. I move to any part of the Incarnate that still has an operational part and target that. Also please note, ANY other posts I make this turn will not have an action attached to them. So please count any more posts I make as just adding onto the damage of this one. Other posts currently: two (so count this as triple damage? Maybe?)
(future me, please don't forget to edit this... Don't worry past me, I remembered.)
creativity out of effort EXPENDED!
I stab the Staff of Ysera down so hard the ground cracks. This shall be my final hurrah. Somewhat inspired by Tazz, I'll do my own massive long attack. I shall open, in the traditional manner, with a short(ish) monologue.
Edit- This... turned out a little longer than I expected... Uh... oops? And I mean the whole attack...
"Something I like to pride myself on is idea diversity. I've done so many different concepts. I've summoned more ideas onto the battlefield than any other player. I've done power bars, variable attacks, evolution, graphs, emotions, and I've even considered summoning an entity that would make its attacks based on mathematical formulas, but maybe that's for another time. I've done practically everything under the sky and yet keep coming up with new ideas. Want to know where I get them all from? The world. Have you ever truly opened your eyes and just seen? See a ceiling vent and get an idea for a plane design. Or maybe see a video a long time ago and make that into your character's greatest enemy. Or see a broken pencil on the floor and run back and imagine its story. That is where I get my ideas, the world and its infinite creativity. And from this world, I have raised my army. But I don't consider them just soldiers. I consider them companions, friends and allies. And the bond between true companions, the one that lets me understand them so deeply and lets me guide them to show the world their best, is the strongest thing I have ever found. Its stronger than diamond, stronger than bedrock, stronger than titanium. The bond between true companions is unbreakable, even by death itself."
As I was saying this, a couple of creatures started to gather behind me, creatures I have summoned during this war to be by my side. More and more appear from glittering green portals in the air that I conjure in the air as though I were directing a symphony. They all stand (or in some cases, float) ready at attention. Justicar, Yin, Yang, the Finches, Alex, Ash, Pherix, LeiShi, MK-Watson, Miraj, Fordwing, Cogwynd, Fayther, the Deck, the Rift, all of them are here, despite some being technically dead. They still live on in the Dream, ready to fight for what they believe in. All of the companions I've summoned to stand and fight by my side are here now, ready for one last hurrah. All of them except 4 that is, but we'll get to them later. They all wait on my one final command. I pull the Staff of Ysera out of the ground and level it at the Incarnate before uttering this last, simple word.
"Kill."
I fire bolts of green light at the Incarnate like an announcer's pistol, declaring that the hunt, is on. Of course, its not like the Incarnate it hiding or anything, so its pretty easy to find it. Alexiron and Asharon rush forward first, working together to coat the Incarnate in hardened ashes, leaving Fordwing to aura sphere it for super effective damage. Air and smoke finches then come in, using pressurized air to drill holes into the Incarnate. Water, steam and mist finches swarm in after, wetting the ashes to re coat the Incarnate and get the ashes into the Incarnate. Earth and mud finches flood the Incarnate's insides with soil then finally, fire and magma finches weld the brittle armor into place, leaving the Incarnate less mobile and more vulnerable. LeiShi causes an earthquake under the Incarnate and, unable to stabilize itself due to the thick ash, it stumbles, letting Pherix and MK-Watson rush up it, trailing flames and electricity that each melt the Incarnate's armor with every step the two cats take. Then both of them pounce onto one part, causing devastating sparks of both fire and lightning. Now that the Incarnate's head is more in reach, Miraj leaps an impossibly far distance and stabs it in the head several times, fueled by infernal bloodlust and causing a nuclear explosion and killing them both. Justicar sweeps her tail into the Incarnate, shattering the brittle ash and metal before issuing a divine challenge to the Incarnate, forcing its attention on her. The strength of her pride allows Fayther to circumvent the normal memory crafting rules and copy a prideful memory directly and applies it to Cogwynd, who leaps onto the Incarnate from behind while its distracted and tears the back metal to ribbons. The Enchanted Deck gets a draw 4 card straight from Uno and fires off a machine gun like volley of coins and other random attacks, widening the holes left by Cogwynd. The Void Rift fires a shadowy bolt of entropy into the newly slashed up armor. This bolt is so intense, it darkens the sky.. Leaving us with our final entity's turn, Yin and Yang. With their power combined, they form some semblance of a moon with which they activate a solar eclipse. As the fake moon moves over the ready to explode sun, the battlefield gets even darker, as dark as the dead of night. Both strengthened by the celestial event, they leap at the Incarnate and tear through the thin bits of metal still remaining and shred wires and circuitry inside. Then Willow comes an- Wait, too soon.
But that's still not it. Remember how I said there were 4 entities that weren't in the original line up? Well, three of them, the Relic, the Book, and the AXIS Mech stand behind me, waiting for me to call my final companion of this battle. And I'm guessing its no secret to anyone who it is.
Hey, its not like I'm going to catch myself on fire in a kitchen. I've done fine before.
Wilson is about to follow Blue into the Food Storage, when he suddenly stops.
Wait a moment... I can feel... something. I have to go, but I'll be back real quick. Sorry about this, but Talist's final attack wouldn't be very final without me, right?
He turns and jumps into another one of those glittering emerald portals, winding up on the battlefield by the POWER OF PLOT CONVENIENCE. (Read that last part in a suitable epic voice.)
Wilson lands gracefully before looking up at me.
Skip the explanation. I already know why I'm here. I'll break the fourth wall before I break the pacing by forcing you to explain. But know that I'm doing this for the sake of completeness.
He then rolls his eyes at me before quietly heading towards the Incarnate, knowing what his role is. Its not a violent one at all, but still an important one. But first, I'll prepare these three champions for battle. I enter a code into the little remote like thing I have and actually get into the AXIS Mech. I would say Go Go Power Rangers and combine the three into some kind of book-mech-relic thing, but that would be stupid, so lets not do that. I'll lead the main charge myself in the AXIS Mech with the Relic and Book providing cover. But, I need to wait for Wilson to do his part first.
Putting the devastation out of mind for now, Wilson walks across to the Incarnate, still swamped and trying to fight off the combined efforts of all my other entities. He casually steps through a portal I left him and ends up standing on top of the control room Richard is residing in. Its unbreakable huh? Well why spend all that effort in making an unbreakable wall if people can just go around it? But going "around" an enclosed sphere is impossible, right? Only if you have a limited view of reality. After taking a very deep to steady himself for what was to come, Wilson looked through the Grid and tried something he hadn't done specifically before. He stepped through the fourth spacial dimension, ending up inside the Incarnate's control room. A few seconds later, Laiko's voice comes over the loudspeakers.
Hey Moddie! I bet you didn't expect to see me here, huh? Although I have to a- whoa! ask you something. How's tha- whoa! how's that stamp collection coming along? Think of how many you co- close one! could collect if you just applied yourself! You could go for the Guinness Wor- Whoa! World record! And could you stop trying to h- Wha!- stop trying to hit me? I just want to have some f- missed me! some fun here! Sheesh, always so pugnacious with you. Oooo! What does this lever do? It looks important! Sharing is whoa! is caring, so let me try your new toy!
The Incarnate starts pinwheeling its arms rapidly.
Neat! I can feel us tipping over! What about this one?
Now, one of the Incarnate's legs shoot up, managing to knee itself in the face. And, as anyone who has seen Gmod mechs knows, this always makes them fall over and the Incarnate is no different and it crashes to the ground.
And over we goooooooooooooooo! Whoa-oph! Ah, this is great fun. What's the point of having fancy toys if you don't play with them? I'll help with that! Don't worry one bit!
Now the Incarnate is randomly flailing around on the ground, its arms and legs gouging massive holes in the ground and firing off its weaponry into the sky, directly downwards, or even into itself. Now is the time for me and my elite group of three to strike.
"Distance at 750 meters! Engage movement! Redirect all available power into machine gun systems! Relic, air! Book, radiation! Everyone else, duck and cover!"
The double volley of machine gun bullets are speed up by supersonic bursts of wind from the Relic and empowered with a radiation beam from the Book, so they tear through armor like tissue paper.
"Distance at 500 meters and closing fast! Redirect 30% power to targeting systems! Redirect 70% to mortar systems! Relic, fire! Book, Blue Eyes!"
The AXIS fires off a flaming torpedo of a mortar shot, crashing through the weakest parts of the Incarnate and causing the area to erupt into unquenchable flames. And then a Blue Eyes White Dragon pins one of the Incarnate's arms and tears it to shreds.
"Distance at 250 meters and closing! Brace for impact! Redirect power to shield generators! Relic, Twin Fires Tornado! Book, Vampire!"
A raging storm forms around the AXIS as its shields flicker online. A bolt of white hot lightning strikes the Incarnate, setting it into energy overload! Furious flames around the outside of the storm incinerate and melt the Incarnate, hitting it with the Twin Fires effect. Using sinister powers, the Book leaches power from the Incarnate, charging the AXIS mech even more!
"AXIS operating at 450% power! Redirect 100 TJ to movement! Redirect 200 TJ to Mortar Systems! Redirect 150 TJ to Bass Cannon! I almost removed that! Relic, Earth! Book, Armor! Laiko, get out! ALL SYSTEMS OPEN FIRE! SHOW THEM NO MERCY!"
Firing off powerful tremors, the Relic cracks the Incarnate's armor and then the AXIS fires off blasts of sound (with a special xylophone solo) so powerful, they shatter the cracked metal. Whatever scraps of armor that are left get blown to bits by the following mortar blast. Just before the actual collision, the Book uses the Armored page to reduce the recoil on the AXIS as it barges through the Incarnate. Even a pebble can become a bullet if its moving fast enough. One final time, Laiko's voice can be heard over the loudspeakers.
So sorry, its been- whoa! its been fun, but I have to go. I suspect it will be a very long time before I see you again, if ever, so I'll leave you a few presents. Cheerio old sport! You better have those stamps by the time we meet!
And with that, he jumps "around" the wall again and then flees through another emerald portal. Back inside the AXIS, I'm firing at all the circuitry of the Incarnate as I'm literally now inside it.
"Relic, Volcano! Book, Radiation! Me, RUN!"
I pilot the AXIS out to move out of the way of the final blow. With the strength of the Elemental Relic and Blank Book combined, a full volcano erupts under the Incarnate, infused with irradiated flames. The pillar of flames shoots far into the sky and lights up the entire world, at least for a moment, as though the flames were the trail of colossal firework, twinkling and shining in the dark sky.
Now a good distance away from the Incarnate, I dismount from the AXIS Mech and gather up all my army before sending them back to home base. Its been a great 14 or 15 months, so I'm glad you could have my back during all this. I wouldn't be here without my companions. Then, exhausted, I fall over onto the dead grass.
Back in the Incarnate control room... Once the Godmodder gets everything back in order, he notices a cake and a small, strangely well wrapped present off in the corner. The cake is a nectar cake, straight from the Alchemy Emporium. The gift box on the other hand, is more interesting. It has a note on it saying...
"I don't know when your birthday is, but its been over a year, so it must have passed. Happy Birthday. With love snarkyness, Laiko. Or Wilson if you prefer."
Inside the present are two things. One, an unused stamp. And two, The Godmodder's left shoe, which had gone missing again.
End of comb rave final attack. All of this is also empowered by the fact that I got my new avatar working, but it didn't quite turn out how I wanted. Ugh... I stayed up way too long on this...
My stuff:
Potion of Flares, Potion of Oblivion.
-H-M-A-S----S-H-I-P-
GODMODDER: Fair enough. But I honestly don't care what ideas I have to travel over and take to clear my way to victory.
GODMODDER: And besides, my original job description has been pretty much thrown out the window at this point.
Problem Sleuth (the source of Special Attacks) is better than Homestuck in my opinion, because it's a lot more concise and really feels like an actual video game, just in text. But whatever. If you don't like Homestuck, I don't necessarily know if you'll like PS.
The Godmodder turns your Potion of War II into a Potion of Harming II! You take 4 damage!
Scarred Metal destroyed in the most epic way possible! Consider this your honorary Comb Rave.
...I just stare at the post above this one. Dammit. Now I feel inadequate.
*Looks inside pants*
...Okay, now I just feel adequate. Anyway, Battle Technique: MAXIMALIST, targeting the scarred metal, if it's there - if it died earlier, I use the battle technique to somehow heal myself because reasons.
The battle is DEFINITELY in our favor now! The Eclipse draws near, but thanks to Goannabot, we have enough living players to finish off the Scarred Metal this turn, here and now!
The power of this shout makes the next attack minicrit, probably!
(Please don't bite me Maniac! I need to be alive to use the Comb Rave I refuse to use!)
I withdraw the Origin Wands and use them to summon a giant etching laser that etches a target onto the Scarred Metal! I pull out Cool Ranch Killer and fire on the Scarred Metal, specifically the target that has been etched into it, noscoping it in such a way that no one has ever done in the history of DotA! As a squeaker screams "MOM GET THE CAMERA!" and "OHH BABY A TRIPLE!", I withdraw the Unicoder. I then use Emote War on the Scarred Metal, just to see what it does.
Antimatter Torpedoes: 15. Reloaded. Ready to fire.
==Actions==
Lothyra wakes up.
Ugh. I presume that the Red Dragon... violated me. I hope I didn't brain my damage. Now, let's get down to business; to defeat the Huns Incarnate. This will be my final ordinary attack in this war, barring Binary or the Employer from making a sudden entrance. First though, I shall have to augment it.
Lothyra ubercharges herself in a helpful way with Universal Power. Then she accesses a file in the cloud shared by all of the devices made by her, the Futurama Gang, and the kerbals.
I'll have to give this currently informal group a name. But I'm going off on a tangent.
The file reads like this:
Lab Report 23457373
Background:
In this experiment, we will be testing the effectiveness and general capabilities of the Smash Ball-enhanced Elemental Decad, a set of ten-sided dice that are infused with the power of the 100+ atomic elements that make up the known multiverse, in combat. To increase its power a luck-increasing entity called the Orb of Supernova will be infused into the Elemental Decad. Scranton Reality Weights, the more potent upgrade of the Scranton Reality Anchors, will be deployed to prevent any godmodding from interfering with the experiment.
Materials:
1 Elemental Decad
1 Orb of Supernova
5 Scranton Reality Weights
1 Incarnate with attackable areas.
Procedure:
Deploy the Scranton Reality Weights in a pentagramal shape with sides 1 meter long. Activate them.
Enter the pentagram.
Take out the Orb of Supernova and Elemental Decad.
Infuse the Orb of Supernova into the Elemental Decad.
Pick a target for the Elemental Decad, then throw the Elemental Decad into the air, but at such an angle that at no point in its flight does it leave the radius of the Scranton Reality Weights.
??? (It is unknown what attack the Elemental Decad will execute)
Record results.
Profit.
Data and Observations:
Record in a table the numbers that appeared on the Elemental Decad's pips and the damage dealt by the attack. In the observations section, record what target was chosen and the flavor text for the Elemental Decad's attack.
Discussion and Conclusion:
Answer the following two questions.
The Orb of Supernova was used to raise the Elemental Decad's power to near its full potential. How does the augmented Elemental Decad compare to other Smash Ball-infused weapons?
What other experiments will have to be conducted to test the effectiveness of the Elemental Decad and the Orb of Supernova?
Lothyra gathers the materials and executes the procedure, with the target of the attack being the component of the Incarnate with the greatest amount of health. The Scranton Reality Weights ensure that the Elemental Decad's roll will not be tampered with, the attack will connect, the attack will deal damage corresponding to the roll indicated by the Elemental Decad, and the Incarnate will not heal the damage deal immediately after the attack has been performed, and that any loopholes that will disrupt this attack will be blocked in their own way.
Should I somehow be alive right now, I instead remind Lothyra that there need to be many many tests of the 10^10 possible results of that set, let alone any other set of Decads or Octets.
I resolve to test one of mine.
======Lab Report 280615======
====Materials====
x8 dice of Wily Octet (robots!)
x1 Infinite Improbability Device Array
x1 Incarnate
===Procedure===
Activate Infinite Improbability Devices to ensure nothing occurs to interfere with the roll, whether it be luck-stealing, destruction of dice, or any other eventuality that would serve to defeat the purpose of testing.
Expose the Incarnate, and only the Incarnate, to the effects of a roll of the Wily Octet.
Repeat for a significant fraction of occurring rolls.
Record results. Data gathered from the Update Terminal shall suffice.
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: $394 (+2 to Wilson)
Battlefield:
I roll my eyes at the ham, and casually toss the lapis decad at the scarred metal.
Man, we tend to get a bit OVVERDRAMAAAAAAAATIC. Anyways, I'd probably be a bit more excited if we weren't just giving the Godmodder a close shave. Anyways, I might as well say something about the Red Dragon. "YOUR GOAL IS A UNIVERSE DESTROYED, A WORLD WHERE YOU STAND AND NONE FOLLOW! I SUBMIT TO YOU THAT SUCH A UNIVERSE WOULD BE STATISTICALLY UNIFORM IN COMPOSITION AND WOULD THEREFORE BE ORDERED! ALSO, BORING." Wait dang he's not holding an end goal of chaos in mind. [REDACTED] Oh well. I then get 4 white mages in, who blast the Red Dragon with enough white magic to take down a vile god of destructive energy, which, you know, he is. So I guess that all kind of worked out. Except it's got unlimited power anyways, so whatever. I point White Mage, Priest, Shaman, and Healer at Build, and they heal him with enough white magic to resurrect Aerith. And, you know, Twin's not even dead so it's all fine.
I then turn my attention to the Beard. I submit that there have been and will be infinitely more majestic beards than this one. What's it made of anyways? Is it just normal hair, but like. Scaled up to giant robot size? Is it some kind of synthetic metal-hair? Is it just painted on? Who gives their giant mecha hair anyways? That seems like a dodgy design choice. Oh well, it's dead anyways.
I casually put a hand to my head, and begin tearing away bits of the Scarred Metal with psionics. I then shoot it a few more times because why not honestly.
PERHAPS YOU MISUNDERSTAND. IF I COMPLETE MY GOAL, THERE WOULD BE NO UNIVERSE THAT COULD BE STATISTICALLY UNIFORM. THERE WOULD BE NOTHINGNESS. A BLEAK EXPANSE. A BLANK VOID. A VOID CANNOT BE ORDERED OR CORRUPT. IT EXISTS IN A LIMBO, A STATE OF PERPETUAL AMBIGUITY. ALTHOUGH, PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BORING. FOR ALL OF YOU, AT LEAST. I WILL TRY TO MAKE YOUR ANNIHILATION AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE SO IT IS NOT AS BORING.
Oh my God you speak so loudly.
The Red Dragon instantly pierces the White Mages with chains of red energy before they can attack, binding them to the ground so they can't do anything attack-wise! They do heal me though, for +6,000 HP!
I now make extra sure that the Incarnate is dead. I set my target at the head, at the Scarred Metal, or at the Scar if that is gone. I then pull out every single one of my bringers. I use the BRINGERBRINGER to store all the Bringers at once, and then turn the BRINGERBRINGER into the ALLBRINGER, by absorbing nearly all the bringers, sans the Hope and Doombringer, and then set the ALLBRINGER to BRINGER mode, creating a giant basic bringer which is nearly falling apart because of the power inside of it. I then fire this, at my target!
I legitimately feel like a Shonen Hero right now, and not one of the lame ones. Boundless confidence, justice obsession, large ham, extremely powerful fighter. That is so weird. BUT IT WORKS.
IN any case, the Charismatic Flare upon me is still burning bright and isn't going away, though it has waned to a non-minicrit/non-heal granting level for me. Might as well make the most of it.
I begin to hover, legitimately looking down upon the Scarred Metal. Who knows, I may just get the kill. Maybe not, but it doesn't matter. I'm ready to end this.
I begin the strike by bounding up to the sky, as far as I can without horribly dying, then using all of my weight and simply tackling into the Incarnate, several times, rapidly, bouncing on and off it like I was some kind of paddleball. Except, there's no string. There is a trail of Charismatic Fire, though, leaving white-green streaks in the sky, as I slam back into the Scarred Metal with each and every blow I make.
Except, I'm not just slamming into it with reckless abandon, I'm making a pattern, writing down an official document with scorch marks of unbridaled justice, a fire so powerful that nothing could prepare for it. No such thing as Charisma-proof.
I have 'written' the following:
"And lo, here lies a piece of the Incarnate, an overly-threatening but underwhelming Mech, created by hate and madness, crafted from the old world and the Red Dragon's infinite energies, supposedly the ultimate weapon of a man who had nothing left to lose and nothing left to gain but oblivion, but trampled down in a relatively short timeframe in a part-climax part-anticlimax, proof that nothing is indomitable, nothing is invincible, least of all those driven by hate and the desire for destruction. Let it stand as testimony to those who dared to end his madness, and let it stand as testimony for those who dared to stand against the sky."
Below this, is every name of every last Entity, Every last Player, everything, that dared to contribute to this war to end the Godmodder. Nearly every name but his own, Binary's, the Red Dragon's, and the Employer's. Everything a stepping stone up until this very moment.
With the metal of the Godmodder's last and greatest mechanical monstrosity, and while it still moves, I have forcefully inscribed upon it the epitaph of everything that fought against him during his own war. A monument to the glory, so that the future may know it.
I mark it with an insignia of the Anti-Godmodders, which is a symbol that will, for now, go without description until Twin gets to it in Trifecta, but it will at least be more than just the letters 'AG.' Then, the parts of the Scarred metal I have affected by this glowing a charismatic green, I grab at an edge, and with all the force I can muster-blostered by every power within my soul-I remove the entirety of the affected metal. Unless I just dealt the final blow, I probably only ripped off simply a part of it, but that's still pretty impressive.
I immediately place it on Armageddon Hill, or what's left of it, planting it down with force for all to see.
I pour lemon juice in the Scarred metal. In order to finish off The Incarnate, I prepare a special treat...HYPER BEAM!!! (On the scarred metal, or on the Superlaser if the metal is destroyed
I must spend my next post recharging/I only get two posts this turn.
Twin, if the Incarnate is not dead by this post, please delay this until the EoTB after the Godmodders do their stuff.
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 9/9 Filled!
Antimatter Buster Nuke: Used.
Tiny Antimatter Canisters: 6
Antimatter Torpedoes: 15. Reloaded. Ready to fire.
==Actions==
Lothyra: Do the Descendenty Thing.
Lothyra turns to the Godmodder.
I said that I wouldn't do any more attacks. Well, any more ordinary attacks. I have something else planned. I'm going to make you remember who you are. But first I need to get to the essentials.
She activates the hatch on her suit. The back unfolds and splits in two, extending outward and making enough room for Lothyra to exit. As she gets out, you get a good look at her undersuit. It is reminiscent of ghost armor from Starcraft, though it is far more... gender neutral and covered with metal plates.
What? Were you expecting a swinsuit? Typical. A skin-tight suit does nothing other than make the female wearer look attractive and turn on all the heterosexual male gamers/viewers. Sure, you get a breast shot, but did you really think I would compromise myself just to be Mrs. Fanservice? Honestly. I think it's safe to say that game developers are the persons least knowledgeable about female armor. Oh dear. I have flown so far off on a tangent that the starting circle is just a speck in the horizon. Now then...
She turns towards the Godmodder. You study her face. It does look a little bit like Nova from Starcraft. But the structure is different. An expression crosses her face. One of smugness.
...Let us get down to business; to defeat the oh wait I've said this before. Nevermind. Now, let me give a bit of exposition. Do you see the Descendants? Do you see their abilities? What do you think stands out the most? Their respawning ability? Their alchemies? Their special powers? No. What is special about them is their creativity. They are able to channel the fundamental essence of Minecraftia to warp reality itself. They can summon atom bombs, antimatter missiles, even singularities just for ordinary attacks. Out of nothing. They can summon entities from popular culture or from their own mind to fight for them. They have arguably exerted more control over the Narrative than Binary, the Employer, or you. They have the power of a god. But their channeled creativity is always refined. Nobody uses creativity in its pure form. Well, that will change for a moment. For you see, I've used my potential far less. I chose to work with reality instead of overriding it. I stuck with physics, logic, and sanity. So all of that creative energy has just been building up inside of me. Until now. Watch this.
Lothyra closes her eyes. A look of intense concentration appears on her face. Slowly, a small orb of shining, pulsing, crackling, throbbing energy appears in her palm. The orb grows until a mass of energy spins around her like a radiant tornado. Pure creative, reality warping energy. They energy of the Descendants. The sound of wind threatens to drown out all noise in the vicinity. Lothyra takes out the Scranton Reality Turrets and channels some outside chaotic energies into the tornado. She also takes out the Glitch Wrench and uses it on herself to further augment the tempest. The tornado is now a maelstrom of light. Energy crackles, and the din drowns out all noise within a hundred meters. However, everyone can still hear her. Unnoticed by her, a shining symbol appears on the ground where she stands. A Space symbol. Her latent Knight of Space powers temporarily awaken and add themselves to her tornado. Space is the aspect of creativity, after all.
Now then, it is time to explain what I am doing with this incredible power. You see, Mr. Godmodder, I am going to make you remember who you are. For all the time you've been on the internet, you've been hiding by that alias. Hiding behind a mask of cheesy Saturday morning cartoon villain. You don't want people to see you as a fellow human being. You want them to see you as an impersonal force. That of destruction and terror. But that is not what you are. You are a human being. You have flaws and redeeming characteristics. You have personality traits. You, in the end, are just like us. And while you may try to escape your past... it... always chases you down. You can't. Escape it. Look at me... what I've done... the lows I've reached... and the sins I've committed. So listen to this: You're not the just the Godmodder. You are Richard. You were born Richard, you lived as Richard, you will always be Richard. No name change will stop that. No godmodding will stop that. You can't forget who you are. Even amnesics have the same personality. So let me show you what I'm doing with this. Godmodder, or Richard, guess what?
She holds her hand out all of the maelstrom's energies wrap themselves around her hands.
Kame...
The energies form themselves into a bolt. The Origin Wands, the last component to this attack, materialize in Lothrya's hands. A focus to channel the energy from. She points them straight at the Godmodder.
Hame...
The creative energy enters the Origin Wands, their tips glowing like the surface of the sun. Finally, their creativity adds itself to the other energies.
Ha!
From the Origin Wands twin beams of blinding light shoot out, headed straight towards the Godmodder. It easily penetrates the Incarnate and strikes the Godmodder. His attempts to stop it fail. Do you know why? This is the same energy that the players used to breach the Godmodder's defenses for most of the war. This is the same energy that dealt all the damage. But in far greater quantity. The energy all enters the Godmodder's mind, and he sees... my God... he sees... himself. He sees his birth, his parents naming him Richard, his swanky neighborhood, his fancy house. He sees himself as a toddler, playing with toys and not letting the other kids have any. He sees himself in preschool, spoiled rotten and a spreader of misery. He sees himself in middle school and high school, coding and picking on people. He sees himself meeting Notch, discovering a different universe entirely, and helping Notch shape it. He sees himself on countless forum games, blocking all attacks thrown at him and penetrating every other player's defenses. Such is the way of a game without rules. He sees himself logging on one day on a certain server and seeing a certain Psi-Godmodder fighting at the North Pole of a Land of Blocks and Stone while a red sweater-wearing, cue ball headed puppet watching ominously from afar. He sees the Employer about to be brought into Minecraftia, stopped with no time to spare. He sees himself taking after the Psi-Godmodder, becoming a reality warper in his own right, terrorizing innocent players. He sees himself logging on to a server for a day of trolling, only to find that some pesky players have dared to stand up to him. He sees the destruction that the First and Second Godmodding Wars have wrought on the multiverse. But then he sees something he forgot he had. He sees a part of him that spoke against the horrible things he did. He sees the part of him that, while buried deep, was never truly gone. He sees other parts too. His love of coding, his fear of tubas, his enjoyment of... *shudder* ...Twilight (this actually is a thing that TT said). He sees his love of popcorn, his wish to be respected, his general badassitude, his hatred of bronies and MLP in general. He sees all the things that make him more than just a dark lord. He sees the parts that make him a person. Then it hits him. That name change was futile. He is Richard, and will always be Richard. And not even the Narrative could change that. Space and time warps,erasing his name change from existence with pure reality-warping creative energy; still far more than the average attack that did damage him, and... wait. What name change? Richard never changed his name. I don't know what I'm talking about. The left over energies assault the Godmodder's mind, filling him with emotion. Empathy, regret, fear, sadness, anger, frustration. He is utterly overwhelmed. Overwhelmed enough for this to potentially act as a killing blow, if the Incarnate has been defeated. The Origin Wands turn to ashes, their power utterly used up. Lothyra collapses, completely and totally...
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
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.'
The Godmodder is inside of the Incarnate and cannot be targeted!
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!
Just to see what it does, I summon an effigy and use Unicode lv. 1 on it.
> CobaltShade: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => UNICODE
You take out the Unicoders, glimmering code shifting between the two wands. You blast the wands at an effigy, suspending it in the air with specialized code! You then form a network of code using the wands, intentionally glitching out and destabilizing portions of the code! When you're confident that the code is sufficiently buggy, you unleash it on the effigy, causing its own code to destabilize! The effigy is erased from existence after a few seconds!
"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.
The translated text: 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.
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 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.
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.
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.
In that case, I Throw out a giant f-bomb out of the sky and onto the scarred metal! (or the scar if the scarred metal is destroyed.) Courtesy of the AVGN.
The Incarnate, which has now completely fallen over after Talist's utter rampage against it, lies in shock... The Godmodder once again, albeit extremely predictably, wonders how all of his plans have failed... Even though he's destroying the entire universe, he just can't rid of this one little planet and these all-too-powerful players... Turning them into Zombies didn't work, using their entities against them didn't work, even the Red Dragon didn't work! And the Godmodder's head has certainly not been getting better, it's almost as if it's warring with itself!
The Godmodder re-rights stability, the thrusters lining the Incarnate's back turning on at full force, huge streams of fire colliding with the Bedrock and pushing the Incarnate upwards, and, slowly but surely, back upright! It can't support itself on its broken Legs, so the Incarnate floats in the air, held aloft by the power of pure flame... The Godmodder yells through the Incarnate's speakers!
GODMODDER: Oh, of COURSE! Of course let this plan, this one last plan, failed in the end!
GODMODDER: It's not like it matters that I've destroyed most of the universe already!
GODMODDER: I can't destroy any of YOU! Even zombiehood is too little for you...
GODMODDER: And of course Green Hoodie must consider this some super victory, huh??
GODMODDER: Laugh it up! You've got the Narrative on your side now, even when I don't!
GODMODDER: Even when I have the power of the primordial force of DESTRUCTION ON MY SIDE!
GODMODDER: It wasn't just my charisma that got him here, I can tell you that!
GODMODDER: Even with all this, I'M STILL LOSING! JUST BECAUSE THE PLOT ORDAINS IT!
GODMODDER: Well I DON'T CARE if I win or lose against YOU at this point!
GODMODDER: Because I've already won! I'm destroying this universe, the goal I set out to do in the first place!
GODMODDER: Keeping all of you and all the godmodders under wraps while the Red Dragon obliterated every Minecraft world has proved to be, well, pretty easy.
GODMODDER: And even if I die, you've still got a ruined universe to take care of!
GODMODDER: It's going to take more than a simple reboot or a patch to fix this, I can tell you that right now!
GODMODDER: So come on! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!
The Legion of Godmodders is more than happy to oblige, all of them simultaneously rushing towards the Head. They pry the ruined Scarred Metal off of the Head, exposing the inner workings of half of the Head! Gears, pistons, levers, thousands upon thousands of redstone circuits, command blocks, and many other things are immediately visible... And permeating all of them is pure godmodding energy! The Legion focuses and taps into its power, claiming it as their own...
And then scatters as the Head explodes. Its structure, utterly ruined, falls apart, all of you fleeing from it, the world disintegrating around you! Metal twists and turns in the air, bent and burned, gears and cogs fly every which way, smacking spare plates off of the Incarnate... The ruined eye sockets, now shattered glass and darkened light, fall from grace onto the bedrock below, whistling down past the Incarnate as all of you frantically run downwards, at least trying to escape! The eyes sail straight through bedrock and into the Void, the fillings of the hair and beard clinking and clanging off of the Incarnate... And the Chestplate isn't doing much better, its surface a minefield in and of itself, what with plating sticking up at odd angles everywhere, weaponry scattered all around that could be activated with the slightest touch... All of you manage to hotfoot it down to the wreckage of the Superlaser!
The energy the Legion has claimed crackles all around them, for the first time forming a tangible electric aura! Their secret charge has been COMPLETED, and the Legion is ready to claim the fruits of their labor! Channeling the electricity, they quickly form nine insanely large summoning circles forged from lightning given shape! The circles all switch between different colors: the scarlet of the Red Dragon, the amber of Armageddon Hill, the goldenrod of the Godmodder, the lime of me, the piercing blue of the Red Dragon's eyes, and the deep and radiant purple of entities none of you have seen in the flesh, but only heard of...
The Legion raises their arms to the skies, as figures arise in the middle of each summoning circle! They are... My god.
THEY ARE...
Nine unassuming Endermen.
Or at least, that's what they appear to be at first. Closer inspection would reveal things noticeably odd about this group of a few Endermen. For one, their skin doesn't appear to be a solid black, more of a grey, and they look very very old, if that is even possible for Endermen. In addition, they all appear to be wearing grey cloaks that strike you all as being very familiar, yet not quite in a describable way. There are no symbols or anything on the cloaks, they're just normal.
And that's when it hits you. You know where you've seen these guys before. They eerily, almost perfectly, remind you of the Council of Nine. You couldn't tell exactly what they looked like before, their faces were nondescript, featureless. Their eyes, expressionless. But looking back... Perhaps they resembled Endermen after all? But, if the Council of Nine said that they were descendants of the Few, the Few who created the Void... then could it be?
Could these be the Secret of the Void's Chosen Few? But why? Why are they here? What could they have to do with helping to stop all of this? One of the Endermen speaks, as if to address these concerns. Although its mouth doesn't move, you still hear its voice, echoing through your minds. Everyone does.
"In the earliest of days, a Light shone into the void of Minecraftia, and Darkness was cast behind the Red Sea. From the Darkness was born an Ender Dragon and the Endermen. And the Endermen had the infinite powers of the Red Sea from which they were born, and they sought order, and the Red Sea sought chaos. And so the two forces fought, yet neither could truly win for an eon. Yet so it was that good triumphed over evil and the Endermen cast the Red Sea into The Pit and bound it to the form of a Dragon. Yet so it was that the Red Dragon laid a Curse on the Endermen so that the infinite power gained from their primordial birth would fade as the years turned into decades and centuries and millenia, until they were mere Shadows. And the Red Dragon was successfully cast into the Pit, and was sealed away by the strongest of foundations, which grew into The Slip, the Land Beyond Time.
"The Endermen dreamed of order and stability, and so sought the counsel of The Void, the Land Beyond Space, for help. Yet The Void was not mature and lacked form itself. The only creature in The Void, amidst newly-forming dimensions, was an unfathomable Secret that existed since the Dawn Of Time. The Secret is so powerful and formidable that it has no name, only False Nicknames and Secrets to hide behind. Those who know its name know all. Let it never be spoken or transcribed. The Nine Endermen who were originally born from the Red Sea ascended under the Secret's light and became its Chosen Few. The ten of them would create The Void itself, giving it proper form and sculpting it from the abyss. And so the Secret gave the Few a Secret to keep all their own, and from this was born Four Constants of the Void.
"From the natural impulse of annihilation was born Corruption, to eternally lurk in the shadows of reality and spread dissent, yet organized and timed so that it could be stopped, and used for more benevolent purposes if the time arose.
"From the sight beyond and turns unknown was born Owls, to hold the roost of all things and make sure that all would know intelligence and that nothing would be left unknown, with their sight purging all if the time arose.
"From the natural impulse of foundation was born Tetrominoes, to serve as the building blocks of a fledgling reality and become the constant constructs from which all of creation was built, and used for powerful artifacts if the time arose.
"From the purposes of all the above was born the Hexahedron, to preserve the structural integrity of reality and dictate its Source Code, not immune to Corruption, gifted to other civilizations by the Owls Beyond, and created from Tetrominoes.
"And now, with Sacred Geometry in hand, the Few constructed a First Block to serve as the basis of the new universe they were to create in the Abyss left behind from the Red Dragon's defeat. And from this First Block a Scratch was formed that would turn the First Block into two halves that would serve as two universes on opposite sides: an Overworld that would become a prime and nature-filled world full of life, and an End that would become a hub for all of the Endermen, not just the Few that were initially created. Endermen would be forevermore born from dark recesses and liquid shadow."
The Enderman stops.
"These words have been transcribed from the Word of Notch, the Holy Bible of Minecraftia. I feel worthy to tell them all to you here, especially considering that we are discussed in their pages. Yes, we are indeed the Chosen Few. Alas, we have been stripped of all of our power."
FULLY DESERVED. YOU WRETCHES ONLY SEEK CREATION. HOW COULD YOU GO ON KNOWING ONLY THAT YOUR CREATIONS WOULD BE TORN DOWN BY BEINGS SUCH AS I, WHEN I WAS TO RETURN?
"We went on knowing that we could make a difference, for however long. Even now, in our universe's darkest hour, we remain, intent on restoring reality to its fullest. And thanks to this Legion, perhaps we can have the power to do so."
The Legion of Godmodders had only used up a sliver of the godmodding energy in order to summon the Few. The rest will be expended on a monumental task: restoring them to their former power. The Legion forms a wide circle around the nine summoning circles of the Few. The Red Dragon tries to break through and assault the Legion, but is blocked by amethyst shields. They begin to crack, but otherwise hold fast.
NO! IMPOSSIBLE!
"Anything is possible in the universe we have created, Brine."
The Enderman is not obliterated upon saying the Red Dragon's true name. Instead, it flickers with purple energy. The Legion shines purple, massive amounts of electricity flickering between every last godmodder! Everything is channeled into the Few, who remain stationary, although huge auras of gold and purple are beginning to materialize around them... After several agonizing minutes, just when it seems the shields will drop, there's a loud bang and the Few turns white, beginning to hover in the air...
When the dust clears and everyone rises up once again, you all see nine new figures, larger than the Incarnate, hulking among the field. Purple energy is swirling through the field like wind, the most potent of magical energy simply being commonplace in the end times. The figures have purple energy humming around them like auras, and they are, as previously mentioned, extremely huge. They are supersized versions of the Endermen standing before you just a few seconds ago, except now the tops of their heads appear to be flaking off, to reveal cores that fluctuate with purple energy. Their eyes are also lit with purple energy as well. The Chosen Few has returned to their former glory.
FINALLY, WE RETURN. IT HAS BEEN EONS SINCE WE HAVE FELT THIS POWER. THANK YOU. ALL OF YOU.
HOW COULD THIS BE? MY IMMORTAL ADVERSARIES, NOW ONCE AGAIN THE SUPERPOWERED WRETCHES THEY WERE AT THE DAWN OF THE UNIVERSE...
PERHAPS IT IS TIME FOR US TO DEFEAT YOU A SECOND TIME? LET US SEE IF LIGHTNING CAN STRIKE TWICE.
A CHALLENGE IT IS, THEN. I AM READY TO FIGHT. FINALLY, COMBATANTS WORTH OF BEING CLEANSED.
And so, the Red Dragon and the Few charged, the mass of pulsating scarlet snaking tendrils across the sky mobilizing into one force, a crashing wave that tears through GodCraft! The Few teleport out of the way and arm themselves with flaming swords and wings, charging against the Red Sea and managing to connect! Creation and energy clash, and the Incarnate and all of you stand by and do nothing.
GODMODDER: Well. I guess that settles that. So! Time for our own grand finale, eh?
All of you hear a large amount of hissing and retracting noises coming from the Chestplate of the Incarnate... You rush down to look and see that the Cockpit is beginning to protrude out of the actual mech! The mechanisms and pistons holding it in place are retreating... Four spider-like legs suddenly burst out of its sides, piercing through the metal of the Incarnate! With a great heave, the Cockpit is wrenched free from the bonds of the Incarnate! A gaping hole filled with half-operational circuitry is left in its wake...
GODMODDER: So you got to all my weak spots, big deal. I'm still plenty powerful without the Red Dragon, and I can still power this Eclipse all by myself! Plus, I've still got the Entity Orbs and the Busters at my side, not to mention this sweet Cockpit!
GODMODDER: If any of you want to get to me, you'll have to get through this first!
GODMODDER: So come and get me!
How to Play:
This is the last barrier between you and the Godmodder... He's put up one last defense for you all to get through! And this thing isn't going down easily! Thankfully, you won't have to worry much about the Red Dragon. It will be preoccupied by the Few, and will slowly dwindle in power, eventually depowering some of the Incarnate as well! But that will all be rendered moot if you don't beat this Cockpit in three turns...! The Eclipse is still coming!
The Cockpit has an Omega Barrier and Alpha Barrier that have very potent godmodding energies, and the Doomsday Ring can inflict both Corruption AND Oblivion! The Legs allow the Cockpit to move between zones, and it can also pierce through the Incarnate to gain the powers of other zones to fuel powerful attacks! The Cockpit Shell can't attack, and it houses the Godmodder... You'll need one hell of an attack to pierce through it, though! Thankfully, the Cockpit doesn't have a Chaos Bar.
Oh, one more thing! The twelfth Impetus Comb is full! This one's already reserved...
The Itinerary:
> All: Destroy the Incarnate's Cockpit!
> All: Help defend all allied entities!
THE TRIALS:
I. FINAL WAVE .I
II. DEMONHEAD .II
III. INFESTATION .III
IV. ASCENT .IV
V. EXODUS .V
==> VI. ECLIPSE .VI <==
Layer Eight:
IMPETUS COMB METER:======================================== 3,844,000/8,000,000. (Gains +500,000/turn.)
Current Impetus Comb: 13
babysphee: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor. Currently a Zombie! Damage Dealt: 0/50,000.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 9/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage every turn.
ProofofconcepT: [PG] HP: 11/20.
Split: [N] HP: 89,000/250,000. Weapon Mode: Contrivance. Temporal Piano: II Organ Grinder: II Anthem: II
THE FEW: [AG] (x9.) Fighting the Red Dragon. Power: 100%.
Build: [AG] HP: 97,000/200,000. Slowing the Eclipse.
Legion of Godmodders: [AG] Gammas: 100/100 HP. (x65.) Deltas: 100/100 HP. (x50.) Omegas: 100/100 HP. (x10.) Can godmod attacks.
Metroid Prime: [AG] Core: 27,500/75,000 HP. Contamination: III
THE RED DRAGON: [PG] Forwarding the Eclipse. Fighting the Few. Impact: IIIIIIIIIIIIIII 3 turns. Power: 100%.
THE INCARNATE: [FINAL BOSS]
Cockpit: (Currently on Chestplate.)
Omega Barrier: [PG] HP: 300,000/300,000. Imbued with the power of Omega.
Alpha Barrier: [PG] HP: 300,000/300,000. Imbued with the power of Alpha.
Doomsday Ring: [PG] HP: 400,000/400,000. Can augment attacks with corruption and oblivion.
Legs: [PG] HP: 100,000/100,000. (x4.) Allow the Cockpit to move around all areas of the Incarnate.
Cockpit Shell: [PG] HP: 10,000,000/10,000,000. Guarded by Omega Barrier, Alpha Barrier, Doomsday Ring, and Legs. Housing the Godmodder.
Head: (Leads to Chestplate.) Destroyed.
Godarm: (Leads to Chestplate.) Claimed.
Oblivion Buster: [PG] HP: 181,000/250,000. Fires missiles at foes. Can be used every other turn.
Entity Orb 1: [PG] HP: 493,000/500,000. Below left shoulder. Current Entity: Fungus-Man. Can shoot spores at others, inflicting the Contamination status effect on them.
Chaos Bar: III
Right Arm: (Leads to Chestplate.) Claimed.
Corruption Buster: [PG] HP: 176,000/250,000. Fires lasers at foes. Can be used every other turn.
Entity Orb 2: [PG] HP: 468,000/500,000. Below right shoulder. Current Entity: UOSS. Has a gigantic Superlaser that deals high damage but can only be used every other turn.
Chaos Bar: III
Chestplate: (Leads to all other Areas.) Claimed.
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 10%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 9/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 20/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 10%.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor. Netpatham: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor. Currently a Zombie! Damage Dealt: 20,000/50,000.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. TT2000: [AG] HP: 18/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
Talist: [AG] HP: 27/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 24/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 60%.
Nimbleguy: [AG] HP: 21/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 9/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
TSFHISEPIC: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
FINALBATTLESTARTSNOW: [AG] HP: 14/25. Has Super Armor.
sigmatw: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 26/25. Has Super Armor.
mythicZoologist: [AG] HP: 11/25. Has Super Armor.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 0/25. Currently a Zombie! Damage Dealt: 16,000/50,000.
K4yne: [N] HP: 10/25.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 25/25.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Entity Orb 3: [PG] HP: 130,000/500,000. Inside Superlaser. Current Entity: Waluigi. Casts a global Oblivion effect on all players.
Chaos Bar: III
Right Leg: (Leads to Chestplate.) Destroyed.
TheLordErelye: [AG] HP: 16/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Left Leg: (Leads to Chestplate.) Destroyed.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor. Currently a Zombie! Damage Dealt: 14,000/50,000.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 17/20.
Godmodder: [GM] HP: 1/125. Killstreak: 86. Inside the Incarnate's Cockpit.
Curses of Anti-Charging, Anti-Entities, Anti-Alchemy, and Anti-Respawns are in effect. They CANNOT be dispelled.
BATTLE ORDERS, WHY NOT: 1. MURDER THE LEGS, CRIPPLE THE WILY CAPSULE/EGGMOBILE/KLOWN KART.
2. KILL THE OTHER STUFF I GUESS
3. ATTACK IDLE PLAYERS/HEAL ACTIVE PLAYERS/HEAL IDLE PLAYERS/ATTACK ACTIVE PLAYERS AD INFINITUM
I pull out a Sling Star, and send Twin off to an unknown galaxy. When he lands, he finds that it's made entirely out of cookies! I've also conveniently removed all black holes from the vicinity, so Twin is free to walk around as casually as he wants. He spends a month in this delicious cookie galaxy, casually nomming to his heart's content. I then send him back to the Battlefield after he's done, and he immediately burns off all the calories with an extra-strong blast at the Eclipse.
I then turn my attention to a leg. Why have the legs be so weak? If the legs are so proportionally weak compared to the cockpit shell (as entity HP is generally indicative of quality of defenses/materials) how does the cockpit even move? Why does a cockpit need limbs in the first place? I mean it's clearly not any help in terms of design, since we're capable of crippling the cockpit... I mean Rule of Cool exists, but this isn't all that cool. You know what I'm thinking of right now? A hamster ball with sticks poked into it. That's what the Cockpit is. This horrible truth snaps the brittle leg like a twig. I then use Valhalla to make the Cockpit look like Peridot's escape pod, and stab the leg I targeted with the Roleplay Derailer's Halberd.
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(GREEN)Hey... I would prefer to call you Richard right now, seems better to me. Well, anyway, Godmodder, is this your final form? Or do you have some more mini-capsules powered by greek letters ready to fire out at the speed of Sonic the Hedgehog?
Also, I just remembered I had that Potion of Scratch.
On another note, Generic, isn't that glorious depiction of the oversized capsule toy from Steven Universe?
Twin, would this multi-post attack be counted as a pseudo-comb rave?(END GREEN)
Eglarbroad equips the Tophat and Tubas, and splashes the Potion of Scratch on the ground. He holds onto the Tophat as wind starts blowing fiercely. The shattered sky darkens, as blue light flickers onto Eglarbroad's face. Fractured metal is whipped in the wind. Graphical artifacts surround Eglarbroad, the world glitches around the beginnings of time travel. The Dimensional Tophat, sparkling with starlight and galaxies, fractures. The modified glass cracks, and the internal portal glitches. The erroring of the world around seeps into the tophat. The interior starts looking like a jpeg with corrupted image data, and it is thrown to the ground. Stalagmites of pure glitch shoot out on collision, and sinks to the ground. The illusion of reality starts pealing away, as a substance seeps up from the ground and coats Eglarbroad. The strange liquid flickers between many locations: Limbo, the End, the Nether, Yggdrasil, Ground Zero, and more locations not listed here. It finally turns a solid yellow brick, and shoots outward. A final image before temporal disassociation: A flickering black-and-white tophat, an Odd Grey Monocle, the Armageddon's Conductor, a wheel of symbols hovering behind Eglarbroad's back, A flickering bowtie, and the Raspberry Helmet. Tubas in hand, with pure glitch swirling around and winds kicked up to intolerable speeds. The glitches accumulate and condense into Eglarbroad. The wheel highlights a symbol, and starts spinning the highlight. Immense cyan and blue light illuminates everything in the area, and reality bends inward. Then, in a single sudden move, the limits of Time are broken, and time is separated from space. Eardrums shatter from the sound of the breaking of the fundamental bond. Blinding blue signifies the absolute mutilation of time. And, at the end, the wheel stops on the question mark. To be continued...
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=TURN ONE=
=ACTION=
I take a deep breath...
Wood's End: ACTIVATE!
...
Suddenly, before everyone's eyes is a massive spire of wood. All of my wood, collected over the years. From the common oak to the more exotic Aetherwood, every single last log you could imagine is here. Towering over the Cockpit, the wood pile spans nearly a mile in each direction, and is about 1.5 miles tall. I manipulate the wood into a giant hand, and it grabs me, and pulls me into the pile. The pile begins to convulse, refuse wood spilling out in each direction.
A grey aura emerges from every last block, similar to when I used my Finale Operandi in Act 2. But this'll end up being much stronger than the world-clearing storm of chairs. Suddenly, wooden strands begin to fill the skies, and shapes begin to form, splinters and chunks raining down on Armageddon Hill. My figure can be seen, glowing green, similar to when I used Sepulchritude. Then, wooden talons rake the hill, ripping up earth and sending it into orbit.
Up above, the sun is blotted out by...
Wings.
Giant, wooden wings. The grey aura of the blocks turns green, and suddenly, the entire battlefield is engulfed in a green glow. I'm now flying above the battlefield, with two titanic, wooden wings. These wings weren't just made for flying, though; they're decked out in all sorts of classic Chairian weaponry, from Throne-class launchers to large Chair-Leg missile launchers. And then, every last splinter, block and remnant of wood in the server is drawn to me, being pulled in from across Godcraft.
I then swoop down upon the Cockpit, and begin to rain hell down upon it. Missiles and lasers tear it to shreds, shrapnel tumbling to the ground. I then fire a pure-wood blast from the wings, which lands beneath the Cockpit. With a quick flick of my fingers, the wood is now a giant piston, and the Cockpit is launched into the air.
I then morph a huge wooden shell around my body, and slam into the Cockpit at massive speeds. The cockpit is sent flying, and before it can get out of my reach, I manipulate more wood from the wings into a giant hand, and throw the Cockpit down into Armageddon Hill. Then, I pull out the TABLE LEG, and with a bit of timing, coordinate my shot with the shots of the wings, causing the sounds of explosions to fill the skies. But it's still not enough. I get more of the wings, and convert it's mass into a giant, wooden blade. Swooping around, I smash it into the cockpit, and eventually land the sword in the dead-center of the cockpit. I then morph small "hooks" of sort into the sword, causing the blade to get stuck in the hull of the cockpit.
I then fly up, sword attached to the wooden shell I'm in. The cockpit is dragged into the air once again, and instead of simply firing another salvo into the cockpit, I furl my wings, enveloping the cockpit in my green, glowing wings. As everyone watches on, the wings begin to shatter, splinters raining down from above. But from the holes, everyone can see the lasers and cannons, still firing upon the cockpit. Then, with a final shot, the wings splinter with a huge explosion, and the Cockpit is sent flying towards the hill once more.
I'm now left tumbling in mid-air, with only a stack of wood left to use. I then open my sylladex, and pull out the BRASS KNUCKLES. As I near the cockpit, I swing with perfect timing, blasting parts of the Cockpit to shreds. I then stick the landing, and shove THE PROXY into the hull of the cockpit, then follow it up by sending my remaining stack of wood inside the cracked hull, along with several sticks of dynamite.
I then grab all the splinters left over from my attack, and forcibly shove them deep into the Cockpit. And then, with the ARMISTYX in FLAMETHROWER SCYTHE MODE, I light every single last splinter inside the Cockpit on fire. The wood with the TNT catches, and it explodes.
And with that explosion, nearly all the wood in Godcraft is gone. Only wooden alchemies, and a select few stacks of wood remain.
I gesture to the terrain behind me, calling something up from beneath the earth. Gray energies tear open the land, locations that were not meant to be swirling among the mists released. Uncountable numbers of figures can be seen, patrolling within, as the energies continue to swirl, and the sound of marching echoes across the land... I continue holding my pose. Upwards, distant beyond measure, a single ship, the ETS Caliber, remains flying outside of harms way. Only one figure still stands at his post, watching with all-seeing eyes, the events unfolding within our battleground.
HELLO.
He knows what he must do. He knows the button to activate. It's right there, in front of him, and all he has to do is press it once. So, at my request, he does.
Back in the battleground, the swarm of figures suddenly roar into life. A few familiar faces. Maybe some. Maybe not. It depends on how much attention you payed to those who lost their lives to the Vord.
They lost their lives once.
And for one such as myself, they'll gladly do it again.
An entire legion of long-dead Engietech personnel, collectively, as a last hurrah before Limbo reclaims them, stand united, under the same company banner that they died under. Each of them stare at the Godmodder. Sure, it was me that marched some of them to their death. Sure, it was the Vord that killed them, parting countless families. Sure, so many other factors in the war doomed their lives.
But the Godmodder was ultimately responsible for the war.
Collectively, thousands of phantom Engietech personnel swarm over the Godmodder, eldritch gray energies empowering them to the point where even the Technicians themselves, weakest of the personnel, are tearing pieces off of the Godmodder's construct with their bare hands. Even Audie makes an appearance, personally destroying a substantial portion of mechanical parts. Even the SINS OF MY PAST, if you remember them from the OWAKS boss, get in on the action, puppets to my will in death as they were in life, tearing at pieces of the cockpit with the same animalistic fury they always had.
And, if one looks closely enough, among the shadows of the phantom personnel, Dark Engie swirls, strengthening the occasional attack here and there.
I rapid-fire Toxicide at one of the Legs, then 1080 quickscope unicorn 360 roflcopter 420 blazeit roflcopter MLG noscope the same Leg I hit with Cool Ranch Killer.
Antimatter Torpedoes: 15. Reloaded. Ready to fire.
==Actions==
Lothyra accesses a file in the cloud shared by all of the devices made by her, the Futurama Gang, and the kerbals.
The file reads like this:
Lab Report 23457373[/b]
Background:[/b]
In this experiment, we will be testing the effectiveness and general capabilities of the Smash Ball-enhanced Elemental Decad, a set of ten-sided dice that are infused with the power of the 100+ atomic elements that make up the known multiverse, in combat. To increase its power a luck-increasing entity called the Orb of Supernova will be infused into the Elemental Decad. Scranton Reality Weights, the more potent upgrade of the Scranton Reality Anchors, will be deployed to prevent any godmodding from interfering with the experiment.[/b]
Materials:[/b]
1 Elemental Decad[/b]
1 Orb of Supernova[/b]
5 Scranton Reality Weights[/b]
1 Incarnate with attackable areas.[/b]
Procedure:[/b]
Deploy the Scranton Reality Weights in a pentagramal shape with sides 1 meter long. Activate them.[/b]
Enter the pentagram.[/b]
Take out the Orb of Supernova and Elemental Decad.[/b]
Infuse the Orb of Supernova into the Elemental Decad.[/b]
Pick a target for the Elemental Decad, then throw the Elemental Decad into the air, but at such an angle that at no point in its flight does it leave the radius of the Scranton Reality Weights.[/b]
??? (It is unknown what attack the Elemental Decad will execute)[/b]
Record results.[/b]
Profit.[/b]
Data and Observations:[/b]
Record in a table the numbers that appeared on the Elemental Decad's pips and the damage dealt by the attack. In the observations section, record what target was chosen and the flavor text for the Elemental Decad's attack.[/b]
Discussion and Conclusion:[/b]
Answer the following two questions.[/b]
The Orb of Supernova was used to raise the Elemental Decad's power to near its full potential. How does the augmented Elemental Decad compare to other Smash Ball-infused weapons?[/b]
What other experiments will have to be conducted to test the effectiveness of the Elemental Decad and the Orb of Supernova?[/b]
Lothyra gathers the materials and executes the procedure, with the target of the attack being the Alpha Barrier. The Scranton Reality Weights ensure that the Elemental Decad's roll will not be tampered with, the attack will connect, the attack will deal damage corresponding to the roll indicated by the Elemental Decad, and the Incarnate will not heal the damage deal immediately after the attack has been performed, and that any loopholes that will disrupt this attack will be blocked in their own way.
I fire off several .50 caliber bullets which bury themselves in the Omega Barrier. I then smash the butt of the rifle that fired those shots into the Omega Barrier so much that it begins to wear out. After that, I fire 3 Loch-n-Load grenades at the Omega Barrier to finish the job.
"So this is an entity orb? Looks.. tasty.. want. To EAT."
I heal myself. In order to do that, i jump towards the Entity Orb, slashing with my mutated claw-like hands at it to loosen parts of the orb to scarf them down, capping it off by simply taking a huge bite out of it with my dinosaur-like head of mutated black matter.
I then dance happily back to my former position and randomly heal a player with the No Joke.
"I may be a mass of grotesque body horror, but i am still a doctor!"
I make one of the legs wait in a supermarket line. While it's at the back, some mad butchers run around butchering everybody. And when I say "everybody", I mean just the leg, because everybody else gets ignored for some reason. Then, a voice is heard over the intercom: "CLEANUP ON AISLE SIX!". Almost immediately, a bunch of janitors rush out and start hitting the leg. Once they're done, it turns out the supermarket is closed, right as the leg had reached the counter! Then, the leg realizes that it took so long that it MISSED the final battle! It panics and curls up crying, realizing how much of a failure it is!
Then it wakes up and realizes it was all a dream... But then it sees bruises all over itself, and is eternally tormented by the mystery of whether or not it was a dream. No amount of therapy ever fixed it.
I throw a bunch of rock pikmin at the leg along with the scarce fire pikmin to pretty much rip the leg apart. Also with a new found strength from the fact that my computer broke and I am writing this on my wii u, I take a dagger and butcher a leg.
I decide to instead help finish off the entity orb on the chestplate. I take out ultramarine, and load a copy of the lapis decad into it. I then run up to the entity orb, and shoot the ten dice at it. Not only does this roll them, but the dice also heavily damage the orb due to their high velocity.
Okay, now this is getting a bit more annoying. Any bright ideas, Pit?
...I'm actually not sure.
Seriously? Of all times, now you're stuck with what to do? Seriously? This is from the guy who not only terminated the computer of the host himself, but killed Doc Scratch, someone who claims to be more powerful then a god. What's wrong with you?
...Nothing, it's just that i'm out of ideas right no-
"Hey guys."
Okay, who are you and what kind of plot contrivance do you bring?
"Oh, i'm sorry. Pit must have not introduced you. I'm Phantom R, nice to meet you. I tried to come over to help, but it took me awhile."
...I'm sorry, i've never actually met you before.
"Don't you remember from 2011?"
...Still no, i'm sorry. Something's going on with time shenanigans.
"I see. Well, I came to help you out, so what's the problem?"
Well, there's a huge egotistical maniac in that thing over there, the moon looks like it's gonna fall on everything soon, and overall everything's gone full blown apocalypse.
"...oh. That is a problem, but I've still got something that can help."
Oh hey, I recognize that! Isn't that the old Bracelet of Tiamat?
"Right you are, and I know exactly how to make it's power attack."
...So how do we use this?
"Well, from my experience, it seems to activate by...dancing..."
Are you serious?
"Yes. So are you two in or not?"
Well, it's our best chance.../If it can help us out at all...
"We're in."
"Alright then, because..."
"It's Showtime!"
And thus, the three of us gave off the best performance yet to activate the powers of the bracelet. And it really did work to attack...the legs...
(Yes, this will tie in with some DTG0 events, don't worry. Also, large amount of Rhythm Thief references.)
I pimp-slap poketwo out of the way.
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I chuckle at poketwo. Getting cocky now, are we?
In that case, I Throw out a giant f-bomb out of the sky and onto the scarred metal! (or the scar if the scarred metal is destroyed.) Courtesy of the AVGN.
I'll be making my great escape now!
"Hey. Today's my oldness day. Can I kill the Godmodder? Because that would make this oldness day one to remember."
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Happy oldness day, Engie.
Anyway, (assuming I did not have to use an action on ERR), I messily devour poketwo to heal myself. Well, MOST of poketwo. Don't want another zombie around.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
You move up to the Head!
4,500 damage to the Scarred Metal!
You don't; 2 damage to gutza!
The Godmodder laughs, knowing that even though you have acquired a superbly rare and dank Pepe, nearly nothing can match the might of the Red Dragon! Your mech may be as big as the Incarnate, but it certainly isn't as powerful...
18,000 damage to the Scarred Metal! Armageddon Hill destroyed!
The Memega Zord is annihilated in one strike by the true meme god! babysphee killed! The ultra-rare Pepe falls next to you... The Incarnate uses its Dank Reflectors to repel the explosion caused by the mech's destruction!
You move up to the Head!
> Nimbleguy: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 5 BLIND EYE - FORMALITY
You shut both of your eyes, the entire area around you going dark. The only visible things to anyone around you are you and the Scarred Metal. A crimson X is painted over both of your eyes, rendering them completely shut. A holographic golden X appears in front of it, which turns into a holographic bowtie. Its sides flicker and produce a holographic top hat and a cane. Armed with formal wear, you tense up as a flickering wheel forms around you, flashing with various symbols. You rush to the Scarred Metal and give it a senseless drubbing with the business end of your cane, a firestorm quickly forming around the Metal. 15,000 damage!
+5 Weasel Snot and Pie Filling!
2 damage to TT2000!
1 damage to crystalcat and pionoplayer!
14,000 damage to the Scarred Metal!
Next attack minicrits!
Minicritted 13,500 damage to the Scarred Metal!
> CobaltShade: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => CHEMODROP
You construct a canister that can withstand any chemicals without adverse effects, and fire all of your chemical-producing alchemies into it, combining their powers to create the perfect concoction of chemicals that will be able to eat away at the Scarred Metal like nothing. After several minutes, the canister is ready, and you seal it shut. You load it inside of the Billy Bazooka and fly into the air, firing the canister down at the Scarred Metal! It lodges itself inside of the metal and bursts, the chemicals spilling everywhere and eating away at the Incarnate's surface! 8,000 damage!
Next time you use it, I'll give you a description.
Next five attacks will minicrit! Even though you called the Godmodder by something he's not in the first word of your speech, he listened to the whole thing eagerly... He readies himself for whatever you can throw at him!
That's as far as it will go...
You lack the Sacred Items!
> Nimbleguy: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 2 BLIND EYE - ENCRYPTED
You shut both of your eyes, the entire area around you going dark. The only visible things to anyone around you are you and the Scarred Metal. A crimson X is painted over both of your eyes, rendering them completely shut. The X then turns golden and projects holograms of every letter in the alphabet around you! The letters are run through many different ciphers continuously, shifting into other letters, symbols, and runes in no known language. The runes bind together secrets never meant for sight or release, and when you telekinetically pry the runes apart, beams of pure knowledge are fired at the Scarred Metal, punching through it! Minicritted 15,000 damage!
The Rapidfire Bow deals a minicritted 22,500 damage to the Scarred Metal! The Umbra Scepter deals a minicritted 7,500 damage!
Minicritted 6,000 damage to the Scarred Metal! 5 damage to you!
GODMODDER: Fair enough. But I honestly don't care what ideas I have to travel over and take to clear my way to victory.
GODMODDER: And besides, my original job description has been pretty much thrown out the window at this point.
Problem Sleuth (the source of Special Attacks) is better than Homestuck in my opinion, because it's a lot more concise and really feels like an actual video game, just in text. But whatever. If you don't like Homestuck, I don't necessarily know if you'll like PS.
The Godmodder turns your Potion of War II into a Potion of Harming II! You take 4 damage!
Scarred Metal destroyed in the most epic way possible! Consider this your honorary Comb Rave.
> engie_ninja: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 10 GUNS AKIMBO - MAXIMALIST
Through some perverse method, +15 HP!
You Ubercharge yousrelf!
Nothing happens!
PERHAPS YOU MISUNDERSTAND. IF I COMPLETE MY GOAL, THERE WOULD BE NO UNIVERSE THAT COULD BE STATISTICALLY UNIFORM. THERE WOULD BE NOTHINGNESS. A BLEAK EXPANSE. A BLANK VOID. A VOID CANNOT BE ORDERED OR CORRUPT. IT EXISTS IN A LIMBO, A STATE OF PERPETUAL AMBIGUITY. ALTHOUGH, PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BORING. FOR ALL OF YOU, AT LEAST. I WILL TRY TO MAKE YOUR ANNIHILATION AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE SO IT IS NOT AS BORING.
Oh my God you speak so loudly.
The Red Dragon instantly pierces the White Mages with chains of red energy before they can attack, binding them to the ground so they can't do anything attack-wise! They do heal me though, for +6,000 HP!
At last.
You find orchid static and nothing else.
The Godmodder is inside of the Incarnate and cannot be targeted!
> CobaltShade: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => UNICODE
You take out the Unicoders, glimmering code shifting between the two wands. You blast the wands at an effigy, suspending it in the air with specialized code! You then form a network of code using the wands, intentionally glitching out and destabilizing portions of the code! When you're confident that the code is sufficiently buggy, you unleash it on the effigy, causing its own code to destabilize! The effigy is erased from existence after a few seconds!
The translated text: 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.
+3,000 HP to me!
Okay.
The Incarnate, which has now completely fallen over after Talist's utter rampage against it, lies in shock... The Godmodder once again, albeit extremely predictably, wonders how all of his plans have failed... Even though he's destroying the entire universe, he just can't rid of this one little planet and these all-too-powerful players... Turning them into Zombies didn't work, using their entities against them didn't work, even the Red Dragon didn't work! And the Godmodder's head has certainly not been getting better, it's almost as if it's warring with itself!
The Godmodder re-rights stability, the thrusters lining the Incarnate's back turning on at full force, huge streams of fire colliding with the Bedrock and pushing the Incarnate upwards, and, slowly but surely, back upright! It can't support itself on its broken Legs, so the Incarnate floats in the air, held aloft by the power of pure flame... The Godmodder yells through the Incarnate's speakers!
GODMODDER: Oh, of COURSE! Of course let this plan, this one last plan, failed in the end!
GODMODDER: It's not like it matters that I've destroyed most of the universe already!
GODMODDER: I can't destroy any of YOU! Even zombiehood is too little for you...
GODMODDER: And of course Green Hoodie must consider this some super victory, huh??
GODMODDER: Laugh it up! You've got the Narrative on your side now, even when I don't!
GODMODDER: Even when I have the power of the primordial force of DESTRUCTION ON MY SIDE!
GODMODDER: It wasn't just my charisma that got him here, I can tell you that!
GODMODDER: Even with all this, I'M STILL LOSING! JUST BECAUSE THE PLOT ORDAINS IT!
GODMODDER: Well I DON'T CARE if I win or lose against YOU at this point!
GODMODDER: Because I've already won! I'm destroying this universe, the goal I set out to do in the first place!
GODMODDER: Keeping all of you and all the godmodders under wraps while the Red Dragon obliterated every Minecraft world has proved to be, well, pretty easy.
GODMODDER: And even if I die, you've still got a ruined universe to take care of!
GODMODDER: It's going to take more than a simple reboot or a patch to fix this, I can tell you that right now!
GODMODDER: So come on! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!
The Legion of Godmodders is more than happy to oblige, all of them simultaneously rushing towards the Head. They pry the ruined Scarred Metal off of the Head, exposing the inner workings of half of the Head! Gears, pistons, levers, thousands upon thousands of redstone circuits, command blocks, and many other things are immediately visible... And permeating all of them is pure godmodding energy! The Legion focuses and taps into its power, claiming it as their own...
And then scatters as the Head explodes. Its structure, utterly ruined, falls apart, all of you fleeing from it, the world disintegrating around you! Metal twists and turns in the air, bent and burned, gears and cogs fly every which way, smacking spare plates off of the Incarnate... The ruined eye sockets, now shattered glass and darkened light, fall from grace onto the bedrock below, whistling down past the Incarnate as all of you frantically run downwards, at least trying to escape! The eyes sail straight through bedrock and into the Void, the fillings of the hair and beard clinking and clanging off of the Incarnate... And the Chestplate isn't doing much better, its surface a minefield in and of itself, what with plating sticking up at odd angles everywhere, weaponry scattered all around that could be activated with the slightest touch... All of you manage to hotfoot it down to the wreckage of the Superlaser!
The energy the Legion has claimed crackles all around them, for the first time forming a tangible electric aura! Their secret charge has been COMPLETED, and the Legion is ready to claim the fruits of their labor! Channeling the electricity, they quickly form nine insanely large summoning circles forged from lightning given shape! The circles all switch between different colors: the scarlet of the Red Dragon, the amber of Armageddon Hill, the goldenrod of the Godmodder, the lime of me, the piercing blue of the Red Dragon's eyes, and the deep and radiant purple of entities none of you have seen in the flesh, but only heard of...
The Legion raises their arms to the skies, as figures arise in the middle of each summoning circle! They are... My god.
THEY ARE...
Nine unassuming Endermen.
Or at least, that's what they appear to be at first. Closer inspection would reveal things noticeably odd about this group of a few Endermen. For one, their skin doesn't appear to be a solid black, more of a grey, and they look very very old, if that is even possible for Endermen. In addition, they all appear to be wearing grey cloaks that strike you all as being very familiar, yet not quite in a describable way. There are no symbols or anything on the cloaks, they're just normal.
And that's when it hits you. You know where you've seen these guys before. They eerily, almost perfectly, remind you of the Council of Nine. You couldn't tell exactly what they looked like before, their faces were nondescript, featureless. Their eyes, expressionless. But looking back... Perhaps they resembled Endermen after all? But, if the Council of Nine said that they were descendants of the Few, the Few who created the Void... then could it be?
Could these be the Secret of the Void's Chosen Few? But why? Why are they here? What could they have to do with helping to stop all of this? One of the Endermen speaks, as if to address these concerns. Although its mouth doesn't move, you still hear its voice, echoing through your minds. Everyone does.
"In the earliest of days, a Light shone into the void of Minecraftia, and Darkness was cast behind the Red Sea. From the Darkness was born an Ender Dragon and the Endermen. And the Endermen had the infinite powers of the Red Sea from which they were born, and they sought order, and the Red Sea sought chaos. And so the two forces fought, yet neither could truly win for an eon. Yet so it was that good triumphed over evil and the Endermen cast the Red Sea into The Pit and bound it to the form of a Dragon. Yet so it was that the Red Dragon laid a Curse on the Endermen so that the infinite power gained from their primordial birth would fade as the years turned into decades and centuries and millenia, until they were mere Shadows. And the Red Dragon was successfully cast into the Pit, and was sealed away by the strongest of foundations, which grew into The Slip, the Land Beyond Time.
"The Endermen dreamed of order and stability, and so sought the counsel of The Void, the Land Beyond Space, for help. Yet The Void was not mature and lacked form itself. The only creature in The Void, amidst newly-forming dimensions, was an unfathomable Secret that existed since the Dawn Of Time. The Secret is so powerful and formidable that it has no name, only False Nicknames and Secrets to hide behind. Those who know its name know all. Let it never be spoken or transcribed. The Nine Endermen who were originally born from the Red Sea ascended under the Secret's light and became its Chosen Few. The ten of them would create The Void itself, giving it proper form and sculpting it from the abyss. And so the Secret gave the Few a Secret to keep all their own, and from this was born Four Constants of the Void.
"From the natural impulse of annihilation was born Corruption, to eternally lurk in the shadows of reality and spread dissent, yet organized and timed so that it could be stopped, and used for more benevolent purposes if the time arose.
"From the sight beyond and turns unknown was born Owls, to hold the roost of all things and make sure that all would know intelligence and that nothing would be left unknown, with their sight purging all if the time arose.
"From the natural impulse of foundation was born Tetrominoes, to serve as the building blocks of a fledgling reality and become the constant constructs from which all of creation was built, and used for powerful artifacts if the time arose.
"From the purposes of all the above was born the Hexahedron, to preserve the structural integrity of reality and dictate its Source Code, not immune to Corruption, gifted to other civilizations by the Owls Beyond, and created from Tetrominoes.
"And now, with Sacred Geometry in hand, the Few constructed a First Block to serve as the basis of the new universe they were to create in the Abyss left behind from the Red Dragon's defeat. And from this First Block a Scratch was formed that would turn the First Block into two halves that would serve as two universes on opposite sides: an Overworld that would become a prime and nature-filled world full of life, and an End that would become a hub for all of the Endermen, not just the Few that were initially created. Endermen would be forevermore born from dark recesses and liquid shadow."
The Enderman stops.
"These words have been transcribed from the Word of Notch, the Holy Bible of Minecraftia. I feel worthy to tell them all to you here, especially considering that we are discussed in their pages. Yes, we are indeed the Chosen Few. Alas, we have been stripped of all of our power."
FULLY DESERVED. YOU WRETCHES ONLY SEEK CREATION. HOW COULD YOU GO ON KNOWING ONLY THAT YOUR CREATIONS WOULD BE TORN DOWN BY BEINGS SUCH AS I, WHEN I WAS TO RETURN?
"We went on knowing that we could make a difference, for however long. Even now, in our universe's darkest hour, we remain, intent on restoring reality to its fullest. And thanks to this Legion, perhaps we can have the power to do so."
The Legion of Godmodders had only used up a sliver of the godmodding energy in order to summon the Few. The rest will be expended on a monumental task: restoring them to their former power. The Legion forms a wide circle around the nine summoning circles of the Few. The Red Dragon tries to break through and assault the Legion, but is blocked by amethyst shields. They begin to crack, but otherwise hold fast.
NO! IMPOSSIBLE!
"Anything is possible in the universe we have created, Brine."
The Enderman is not obliterated upon saying the Red Dragon's true name. Instead, it flickers with purple energy. The Legion shines purple, massive amounts of electricity flickering between every last godmodder! Everything is channeled into the Few, who remain stationary, although huge auras of gold and purple are beginning to materialize around them... After several agonizing minutes, just when it seems the shields will drop, there's a loud bang and the Few turns white, beginning to hover in the air...
UserZero shouts. "HAH! Alright, everyone! Brace yoursel--
When the dust clears and everyone rises up once again, you all see nine new figures, larger than the Incarnate, hulking among the field. Purple energy is swirling through the field like wind, the most potent of magical energy simply being commonplace in the end times. The figures have purple energy humming around them like auras, and they are, as previously mentioned, extremely huge. They are supersized versions of the Endermen standing before you just a few seconds ago, except now the tops of their heads appear to be flaking off, to reveal cores that fluctuate with purple energy. Their eyes are also lit with purple energy as well. The Chosen Few has returned to their former glory.
FINALLY, WE RETURN. IT HAS BEEN EONS SINCE WE HAVE FELT THIS POWER. THANK YOU. ALL OF YOU.
HOW COULD THIS BE? MY IMMORTAL ADVERSARIES, NOW ONCE AGAIN THE SUPERPOWERED WRETCHES THEY WERE AT THE DAWN OF THE UNIVERSE...
PERHAPS IT IS TIME FOR US TO DEFEAT YOU A SECOND TIME? LET US SEE IF LIGHTNING CAN STRIKE TWICE.
A CHALLENGE IT IS, THEN. I AM READY TO FIGHT. FINALLY, COMBATANTS WORTH OF BEING CLEANSED.
And so, the Red Dragon and the Few charged, the mass of pulsating scarlet snaking tendrils across the sky mobilizing into one force, a crashing wave that tears through GodCraft! The Few teleport out of the way and arm themselves with flaming swords and wings, charging against the Red Sea and managing to connect! Creation and energy clash, and the Incarnate and all of you stand by and do nothing.
GODMODDER: Well. I guess that settles that. So! Time for our own grand finale, eh?
All of you hear a large amount of hissing and retracting noises coming from the Chestplate of the Incarnate... You rush down to look and see that the Cockpit is beginning to protrude out of the actual mech! The mechanisms and pistons holding it in place are retreating... Four spider-like legs suddenly burst out of its sides, piercing through the metal of the Incarnate! With a great heave, the Cockpit is wrenched free from the bonds of the Incarnate! A gaping hole filled with half-operational circuitry is left in its wake...
GODMODDER: So you got to all my weak spots, big deal. I'm still plenty powerful without the Red Dragon, and I can still power this Eclipse all by myself! Plus, I've still got the Entity Orbs and the Busters at my side, not to mention this sweet Cockpit!
GODMODDER: If any of you want to get to me, you'll have to get through this first!
GODMODDER: So come and get me!
How to Play:
This is the last barrier between you and the Godmodder... He's put up one last defense for you all to get through! And this thing isn't going down easily! Thankfully, you won't have to worry much about the Red Dragon. It will be preoccupied by the Few, and will slowly dwindle in power, eventually depowering some of the Incarnate as well! But that will all be rendered moot if you don't beat this Cockpit in three turns...! The Eclipse is still coming!
The Cockpit has an Omega Barrier and Alpha Barrier that have very potent godmodding energies, and the Doomsday Ring can inflict both Corruption AND Oblivion! The Legs allow the Cockpit to move between zones, and it can also pierce through the Incarnate to gain the powers of other zones to fuel powerful attacks! The Cockpit Shell can't attack, and it houses the Godmodder... You'll need one hell of an attack to pierce through it, though! Thankfully, the Cockpit doesn't have a Chaos Bar.
Oh, one more thing! The twelfth Impetus Comb is full! This one's already reserved...
The Itinerary:
> All: Destroy the Incarnate's Cockpit!
> All: Help defend all allied entities!
I. FINAL WAVE .III. DEMONHEAD .IIIII. INFESTATION .IIIIV. ASCENT .IVV. EXODUS .VLayer Eight:
IMPETUS COMB METER: ======================================== 3,844,000/8,000,000. (Gains +500,000/turn.)
Current Impetus Comb: 13
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 9/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage every turn.
ProofofconcepT: [PG] HP: 11/20.
Split: [N] HP: 89,000/250,000. Weapon Mode: Contrivance. Temporal Piano: II Organ Grinder: II Anthem: II
THE FEW: [AG] (x9.) Fighting the Red Dragon. Power: 100%.
Build: [AG] HP: 97,000/200,000. Slowing the Eclipse.
Legion of Godmodders: [AG] Gammas: 100/100 HP. (x65.) Deltas: 100/100 HP. (x50.) Omegas: 100/100 HP. (x10.) Can godmod attacks.
Metroid Prime: [AG] Core: 27,500/75,000 HP. Contamination: III
Tripod: [AG] HP: 70,000/100,000. Thick Plating: 19,500/175,000 HP.
Enchanted Deck: [AG] HP: 251,000/300,000. Current Cards: A♠, 3♦, 2♥, 4♠, 8♦, A♦, 4♣, 9♠, 7♦, Q♦, 2♦. Discard Pile: K♥. Contamination: III
Perfect Sphere: [AG] Energy: 3. Inner Barrier: 125,000/125,000 HP. Middle Barrier: 125,000/125,000 HP. Outer Barrier: 125,000/125,000 HP. Outer Shield: 50,000/50,000 HP. Bridge: 75,000/75,000. AF Hangar: 100,000/100,000 HP. XK Destroyer: 30,000/30,000 HP. 30,000/30,000 Shields. Grudge: II
THE RED DRAGON: [PG] Forwarding the Eclipse. Fighting the Few. Impact: IIIIIIIIIIIIIII 3 turns. Power: 100%.
THE INCARNATE: [FINAL BOSS]
Omega Barrier: [PG] HP: 300,000/300,000. Imbued with the power of Omega.
Alpha Barrier: [PG] HP: 300,000/300,000. Imbued with the power of Alpha.
Doomsday Ring: [PG] HP: 400,000/400,000. Can augment attacks with corruption and oblivion.
Legs: [PG] HP: 100,000/100,000. (x4.) Allow the Cockpit to move around all areas of the Incarnate.
Cockpit Shell: [PG] HP: 10,000,000/10,000,000. Guarded by Omega Barrier, Alpha Barrier, Doomsday Ring, and Legs. Housing the Godmodder.
Head: (Leads to Chestplate.) Destroyed.
Godarm: (Leads to Chestplate.) Claimed.
Oblivion Buster: [PG] HP: 181,000/250,000. Fires missiles at foes. Can be used every other turn.
Entity Orb 1: [PG] HP: 493,000/500,000. Below left shoulder. Current Entity: Fungus-Man. Can shoot spores at others, inflicting the Contamination status effect on them.
Chaos Bar: III
Right Arm: (Leads to Chestplate.) Claimed.
Corruption Buster: [PG] HP: 176,000/250,000. Fires lasers at foes. Can be used every other turn.
Entity Orb 2: [PG] HP: 468,000/500,000. Below right shoulder. Current Entity: UOSS. Has a gigantic Superlaser that deals high damage but can only be used every other turn.
Chaos Bar: III
Chestplate: (Leads to all other Areas.) Claimed.
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 10%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 9/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 20/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 10%.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor. Currently a Zombie! Damage Dealt: 20,000/50,000.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 18/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 15/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
Talist: [AG] HP: 27/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 24/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 60%.
Nimbleguy: [AG] HP: 21/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 9/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 19/25. Has Super Armor.
TSFHISEPIC: [AG] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
FINALBATTLESTARTSNOW: [AG] HP: 14/25. Has Super Armor.
sigmatw: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 26/25. Has Super Armor.
mythicZoologist: [AG] HP: 11/25. Has Super Armor.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 0/25. Currently a Zombie! Damage Dealt: 16,000/50,000.
K4yne: [N] HP: 10/25.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 23/25. Has Super Armor.
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 25/25.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 10/25. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Entity Orb 3: [PG] HP: 130,000/500,000. Inside Superlaser. Current Entity: Waluigi. Casts a global Oblivion effect on all players.
Chaos Bar: III
Right Leg: (Leads to Chestplate.) Destroyed.
TheLordErelye: [AG] HP: 16/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Left Leg: (Leads to Chestplate.) Destroyed.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor. Currently a Zombie! Damage Dealt: 14,000/50,000.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 17/20.
Godmodder: [GM] HP: 1/125. Killstreak: 86. Inside the Incarnate's Cockpit.
Curses of Anti-Charging, Anti-Entities, Anti-Alchemy, and Anti-Respawns are in effect. They CANNOT be dispelled.
The Forge
The Spoils:
Broken Halo: III READY (K4yne)
Contaminated Gear: IIII READY (ninjatwist321)
Rapidfire Bow: III READY (PitTheAngel)
HHH's Headtaker: III READY (ManiacMasteR)
Hivemind CPU: III READY (5l1n65h07)
Potion Supply: III READY (Talist)
Ender Orb: IIIII READY (Netpatham)
Slime-Inator: III READY(TehEpicNinja9001)
Molten Processor: IIII READY (Pokefan151)
Infinity Blade: II READY [4K] (The_Nonexistent_Tazz)
Prism: III READY (TehEpicNinja9001)
Lil' Cal: IIIII READY (insert_generic_username)
Shockwave Laser-Cannon: IIII DISABLED (Fseftr)
Sacred Pool Balls: IIII DISABLED (insert_generic_username)
Deudly Magnum: I READY (TwinBuilder)
Emerald Nova: IIII DISABLED (pionoplayer)
Waluigi Thyme: ...IS OVER. (Irecreeper)
Withered Plate: IIII READY (TT2000)
Auditory Piston: III READY (The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man)
Inferno Servo: III READY (Netpatham)
Magma Multiplier: IIII DISABLED (Fseftr)
Silver Eye: III READY (crystalcat)
Table Leg: III READY (Irecreeper)
Spare Tentacle: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Providence's Topper: III READY (TheLordErelye)
Red Scale: III DISABLED (engie_ninja)
Twitchy Staff: III READY (Irecreeper)
Chaos Heart: IIIII READY (K4yne)
Faceless Eight: II READY (insert_generic_username)
Necro Smasher: III DISABLED (engie_ninja)
Black Matter Gun: IIII READY (crystalcat)
Kitsune Charm: II READY (Talist)
Glitch Wrench: IIII READY (gutza1)
Hard-Light Gun: III READY (ProofofconcepT)
Oblivion's Topper: III READY (The_Nonexistent_Tazz)
Pale Valve: IIII READY (The_Serpent)
Giant Gear: IIII READY (CobaltShade)
Nether Spire: IIIII READY (pionoplayer)
Amethyst Spike: IIIII READY (5l1n65h07)
Brass Knuckles: IIIIII READY (Irecreeper)
Sacred Items:
3 Hog Slop
7 Elf Tears
6 Pie Filling
5 Weasel Snot
Unexpected. I'm still
AMAZINGdead, too.I guess I use
sandvichBattle Technique, specificallythe windy thingBLAZE IT LV. 10 on theballPERFECT SPHERE.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
Okay...
BATTLE ORDERS, WHY NOT:
1. MURDER THE LEGS, CRIPPLE THE WILY CAPSULE/EGGMOBILE/KLOWN KART.
2. KILL THE OTHER STUFF I GUESS
3. ATTACK IDLE PLAYERS/HEAL ACTIVE PLAYERS/HEAL IDLE PLAYERS/ATTACK ACTIVE PLAYERS AD INFINITUM
I pull out a Sling Star, and send Twin off to an unknown galaxy. When he lands, he finds that it's made entirely out of cookies! I've also conveniently removed all black holes from the vicinity, so Twin is free to walk around as casually as he wants. He spends a month in this delicious cookie galaxy, casually nomming to his heart's content. I then send him back to the Battlefield after he's done, and he immediately burns off all the calories with an extra-strong blast at the Eclipse.
I then turn my attention to a leg. Why have the legs be so weak? If the legs are so proportionally weak compared to the cockpit shell (as entity HP is generally indicative of quality of defenses/materials) how does the cockpit even move? Why does a cockpit need limbs in the first place? I mean it's clearly not any help in terms of design, since we're capable of crippling the cockpit... I mean Rule of Cool exists, but this isn't all that cool. You know what I'm thinking of right now? A hamster ball with sticks poked into it. That's what the Cockpit is. This horrible truth snaps the brittle leg like a twig. I then use Valhalla to make the Cockpit look like Peridot's escape pod, and stab the leg I targeted with the Roleplay Derailer's Halberd.
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Post 1
(GREEN)Hey... I would prefer to call you Richard right now, seems better to me. Well, anyway, Godmodder, is this your final form? Or do you have some more mini-capsules powered by greek letters ready to fire out at the speed of Sonic the Hedgehog?
Also, I just remembered I had that Potion of Scratch.
On another note, Generic, isn't that glorious depiction of the oversized capsule toy from Steven Universe?
Twin, would this multi-post attack be counted as a pseudo-comb rave?(END GREEN)
Eglarbroad equips the Tophat and Tubas, and splashes the Potion of Scratch on the ground. He holds onto the Tophat as wind starts blowing fiercely. The shattered sky darkens, as blue light flickers onto Eglarbroad's face. Fractured metal is whipped in the wind. Graphical artifacts surround Eglarbroad, the world glitches around the beginnings of time travel. The Dimensional Tophat, sparkling with starlight and galaxies, fractures. The modified glass cracks, and the internal portal glitches. The erroring of the world around seeps into the tophat. The interior starts looking like a jpeg with corrupted image data, and it is thrown to the ground. Stalagmites of pure glitch shoot out on collision, and sinks to the ground. The illusion of reality starts pealing away, as a substance seeps up from the ground and coats Eglarbroad. The strange liquid flickers between many locations: Limbo, the End, the Nether, Yggdrasil, Ground Zero, and more locations not listed here. It finally turns a solid yellow brick, and shoots outward. A final image before temporal disassociation: A flickering black-and-white tophat, an Odd Grey Monocle, the Armageddon's Conductor, a wheel of symbols hovering behind Eglarbroad's back, A flickering bowtie, and the Raspberry Helmet. Tubas in hand, with pure glitch swirling around and winds kicked up to intolerable speeds. The glitches accumulate and condense into Eglarbroad. The wheel highlights a symbol, and starts spinning the highlight. Immense cyan and blue light illuminates everything in the area, and reality bends inward. Then, in a single sudden move, the limits of Time are broken, and time is separated from space. Eardrums shatter from the sound of the breaking of the fundamental bond. Blinding blue signifies the absolute mutilation of time. And, at the end, the wheel stops on the question mark.
To be continued...
=TURN ONE=
=ACTION=
I take a deep breath...
Wood's End: ACTIVATE!
...
Suddenly, before everyone's eyes is a massive spire of wood. All of my wood, collected over the years. From the common oak to the more exotic Aetherwood, every single last log you could imagine is here. Towering over the Cockpit, the wood pile spans nearly a mile in each direction, and is about 1.5 miles tall. I manipulate the wood into a giant hand, and it grabs me, and pulls me into the pile. The pile begins to convulse, refuse wood spilling out in each direction.
A grey aura emerges from every last block, similar to when I used my Finale Operandi in Act 2. But this'll end up being much stronger than the world-clearing storm of chairs. Suddenly, wooden strands begin to fill the skies, and shapes begin to form, splinters and chunks raining down on Armageddon Hill. My figure can be seen, glowing green, similar to when I used Sepulchritude. Then, wooden talons rake the hill, ripping up earth and sending it into orbit.
Up above, the sun is blotted out by...
Wings.
Giant, wooden wings. The grey aura of the blocks turns green, and suddenly, the entire battlefield is engulfed in a green glow. I'm now flying above the battlefield, with two titanic, wooden wings. These wings weren't just made for flying, though; they're decked out in all sorts of classic Chairian weaponry, from Throne-class launchers to large Chair-Leg missile launchers. And then, every last splinter, block and remnant of wood in the server is drawn to me, being pulled in from across Godcraft.
I then swoop down upon the Cockpit, and begin to rain hell down upon it. Missiles and lasers tear it to shreds, shrapnel tumbling to the ground. I then fire a pure-wood blast from the wings, which lands beneath the Cockpit. With a quick flick of my fingers, the wood is now a giant piston, and the Cockpit is launched into the air.
I then morph a huge wooden shell around my body, and slam into the Cockpit at massive speeds. The cockpit is sent flying, and before it can get out of my reach, I manipulate more wood from the wings into a giant hand, and throw the Cockpit down into Armageddon Hill. Then, I pull out the TABLE LEG, and with a bit of timing, coordinate my shot with the shots of the wings, causing the sounds of explosions to fill the skies. But it's still not enough. I get more of the wings, and convert it's mass into a giant, wooden blade. Swooping around, I smash it into the cockpit, and eventually land the sword in the dead-center of the cockpit. I then morph small "hooks" of sort into the sword, causing the blade to get stuck in the hull of the cockpit.
I then fly up, sword attached to the wooden shell I'm in. The cockpit is dragged into the air once again, and instead of simply firing another salvo into the cockpit, I furl my wings, enveloping the cockpit in my green, glowing wings. As everyone watches on, the wings begin to shatter, splinters raining down from above. But from the holes, everyone can see the lasers and cannons, still firing upon the cockpit. Then, with a final shot, the wings splinter with a huge explosion, and the Cockpit is sent flying towards the hill once more.
I'm now left tumbling in mid-air, with only a stack of wood left to use. I then open my sylladex, and pull out the BRASS KNUCKLES. As I near the cockpit, I swing with perfect timing, blasting parts of the Cockpit to shreds. I then stick the landing, and shove THE PROXY into the hull of the cockpit, then follow it up by sending my remaining stack of wood inside the cracked hull, along with several sticks of dynamite.
I then grab all the splinters left over from my attack, and forcibly shove them deep into the Cockpit. And then, with the ARMISTYX in FLAMETHROWER SCYTHE MODE, I light every single last splinter inside the Cockpit on fire. The wood with the TNT catches, and it explodes.
And with that explosion, nearly all the wood in Godcraft is gone. Only wooden alchemies, and a select few stacks of wood remain.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Post I
V: 0f dark refuse I was born, shaped from the sleeping energies of creation, given life and thought by the dreams of my kind.
U: Of lıquıd shadow I was shaped, born from nıghtmares of thıngs never allowed to dream, shackled to the shadow of a lost enderman.
The zombie doesn't care about our speech, instead biting the Enchanted Deck.
I gesture to the terrain behind me, calling something up from beneath the earth. Gray energies tear open the land, locations that were not meant to be swirling among the mists released. Uncountable numbers of figures can be seen, patrolling within, as the energies continue to swirl, and the sound of marching echoes across the land... I continue holding my pose. Upwards, distant beyond measure, a single ship, the ETS Caliber, remains flying outside of harms way. Only one figure still stands at his post, watching with all-seeing eyes, the events unfolding within our battleground.
HELLO.
He knows what he must do. He knows the button to activate. It's right there, in front of him, and all he has to do is press it once. So, at my request, he does.
Back in the battleground, the swarm of figures suddenly roar into life. A few familiar faces. Maybe some. Maybe not. It depends on how much attention you payed to those who lost their lives to the Vord.
They lost their lives once.
And for one such as myself, they'll gladly do it again.
An entire legion of long-dead Engietech personnel, collectively, as a last hurrah before Limbo reclaims them, stand united, under the same company banner that they died under. Each of them stare at the Godmodder. Sure, it was me that marched some of them to their death. Sure, it was the Vord that killed them, parting countless families. Sure, so many other factors in the war doomed their lives.
But the Godmodder was ultimately responsible for the war.
Collectively, thousands of phantom Engietech personnel swarm over the Godmodder, eldritch gray energies empowering them to the point where even the Technicians themselves, weakest of the personnel, are tearing pieces off of the Godmodder's construct with their bare hands. Even Audie makes an appearance, personally destroying a substantial portion of mechanical parts. Even the SINS OF MY PAST, if you remember them from the OWAKS boss, get in on the action, puppets to my will in death as they were in life, tearing at pieces of the cockpit with the same animalistic fury they always had.
And, if one looks closely enough, among the shadows of the phantom personnel, Dark Engie swirls, strengthening the occasional attack here and there.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
I rapid-fire Toxicide at one of the Legs, then 1080 quickscope unicorn 360 roflcopter 420 blazeit roflcopter MLG noscope the same Leg I hit with Cool Ranch Killer.
Okay my attacks last turn didn't happen.
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 0/9
Antimatter Buster Nuke: Used.
Tiny Antimatter Canisters: 6
Antimatter Torpedoes: 15. Reloaded. Ready to fire.
==Actions==
Lothyra accesses a file in the cloud shared by all of the devices made by her, the Futurama Gang, and the kerbals.
The file reads like this:
Lab Report 23457373[/b]
Background:[/b]
In this experiment, we will be testing the effectiveness and general capabilities of the Smash Ball-enhanced Elemental Decad, a set of ten-sided dice that are infused with the power of the 100+ atomic elements that make up the known multiverse, in combat. To increase its power a luck-increasing entity called the Orb of Supernova will be infused into the Elemental Decad. Scranton Reality Weights, the more potent upgrade of the Scranton Reality Anchors, will be deployed to prevent any godmodding from interfering with the experiment.[/b]
Materials:[/b]
Procedure:[/b]
Data and Observations:[/b]
Record in a table the numbers that appeared on the Elemental Decad's pips and the damage dealt by the attack. In the observations section, record what target was chosen and the flavor text for the Elemental Decad's attack.[/b]
Discussion and Conclusion:[/b]
Answer the following two questions.[/b]
Lothyra gathers the materials and executes the procedure, with the target of the attack being the Alpha Barrier. The Scranton Reality Weights ensure that the Elemental Decad's roll will not be tampered with, the attack will connect, the attack will deal damage corresponding to the roll indicated by the Elemental Decad, and the Incarnate will not heal the damage deal immediately after the attack has been performed, and that any loopholes that will disrupt this attack will be blocked in their own way.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
I fire off several .50 caliber bullets which bury themselves in the Omega Barrier. I then smash the butt of the rifle that fired those shots into the Omega Barrier so much that it begins to wear out. After that, I fire 3 Loch-n-Load grenades at the Omega Barrier to finish the job.
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
"So this is an entity orb? Looks.. tasty.. want. To EAT."
I heal myself. In order to do that, i jump towards the Entity Orb, slashing with my mutated claw-like hands at it to loosen parts of the orb to scarf them down, capping it off by simply taking a huge bite out of it with my dinosaur-like head of mutated black matter.
I then dance happily back to my former position and randomly heal a player with the No Joke.
"I may be a mass of grotesque body horror, but i am still a doctor!"
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No Joke
UBER: 2 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
I heal myself with Seventh Sin and the Black Hand.
"Okay, godmodder! Time to win! You SUCK!"
I make one of the legs wait in a supermarket line. While it's at the back, some mad butchers run around butchering everybody. And when I say "everybody", I mean just the leg, because everybody else gets ignored for some reason. Then, a voice is heard over the intercom: "CLEANUP ON AISLE SIX!". Almost immediately, a bunch of janitors rush out and start hitting the leg. Once they're done, it turns out the supermarket is closed, right as the leg had reached the counter! Then, the leg realizes that it took so long that it MISSED the final battle! It panics and curls up crying, realizing how much of a failure it is!
Then it wakes up and realizes it was all a dream... But then it sees bruises all over itself, and is eternally tormented by the mystery of whether or not it was a dream. No amount of therapy ever fixed it.
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I throw a bunch of rock pikmin at the leg along with the scarce fire pikmin to pretty much rip the leg apart. Also with a new found strength from the fact that my computer broke and I am writing this on my wii u, I take a dagger and butcher a leg.
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I decide to instead help finish off the entity orb on the chestplate. I take out ultramarine, and load a copy of the lapis decad into it. I then run up to the entity orb, and shoot the ten dice at it. Not only does this roll them, but the dice also heavily damage the orb due to their high velocity.
DARK_PIT'S TURN (3/3 Actions Remaining):
Okay, now this is getting a bit more annoying. Any bright ideas, Pit?
...I'm actually not sure.
Seriously? Of all times, now you're stuck with what to do? Seriously? This is from the guy who not only terminated the computer of the host himself, but killed Doc Scratch, someone who claims to be more powerful then a god. What's wrong with you?
...Nothing, it's just that i'm out of ideas right no-
"Hey guys."
Okay, who are you and what kind of plot contrivance do you bring?
"Oh, i'm sorry. Pit must have not introduced you. I'm Phantom R, nice to meet you. I tried to come over to help, but it took me awhile."
...I'm sorry, i've never actually met you before.
"Don't you remember from 2011?"
...Still no, i'm sorry. Something's going on with time shenanigans.
"I see. Well, I came to help you out, so what's the problem?"
Well, there's a huge egotistical maniac in that thing over there, the moon looks like it's gonna fall on everything soon, and overall everything's gone full blown apocalypse.
"...oh. That is a problem, but I've still got something that can help."
Oh hey, I recognize that! Isn't that the old Bracelet of Tiamat?
"Right you are, and I know exactly how to make it's power attack."
...So how do we use this?
"Well, from my experience, it seems to activate by...dancing..."
Are you serious?
"Yes. So are you two in or not?"
Well, it's our best chance.../If it can help us out at all...
"We're in."
"Alright then, because..."
"It's Showtime!"
And thus, the three of us gave off the best performance yet to activate the powers of the bracelet. And it really did work to attack...the legs...
(Yes, this will tie in with some DTG0 events, don't worry. Also, large amount of Rhythm Thief references.)