I suddenly gain the time to make a single post this turn, since everyone else is playing Terraria!
I summon a huge, gilded statue of TT2000 and drop it on the Omega Barrier. The Omega Barrier is so busy praying to the statue and honoring it as its god that it does not notice the statue melting into molten gold and dissolving the Barrier.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/13/2011
Posts:
61
Minecraft:
crystalcat
Member Details
Act 1!
I draw power from the latest Terraria update, summoning the Lunatic Cultist and setting him to attacking the Doomsday Ring. Bolts of lightning, balls of ice, and fireballs cannon into it, before a blast from the Ring takes him out in one hit, coincidentally unleashing the Celestial Event! Four massive shielded pillars appear in the air, and I quickly direct all the enemies they spawn to attack the Ring as well! The Ring defends itself, killing the mooks until the shields of each pillar go down. I grip the pillars with a telekinetic grip, launching them, one by one, at the Ring. Each one cracks open on impact, revealing wispy fragments of immense power that I quickly collect before all four explode with celestial power, dealing a tremendous blow to the Ring!
A message appears in chat:
Impending doom approaches...
TO BE CONTINUED, ASSUMING MORE POSTS HAPPEN
(Note: If the Ring is dead, this post targets one of the Legs. If all the Legs are dead, the Omega Barrier is attacked.)
I raise my copy of Ultimatum, look at it for a moment, and throw it into the air. There is a sizzling sound, and every scrap of arcane power leaves the weapon, rendering it useless and causing it to crumble into dust. Then the surviving Ceres' Despair, energy consumed to join the jolt of power growing above me. My armor's reactor goes into overdrive, pumping ludicrous amounts of monochromic fire into the same energetic construct. Then my collection of legacy alchemies begins to fade into powder, their alchemical spark consumed. May I cut in, Drop the Bass, the Atom Smasher, Falling Out, Return to Sender, Conniver's Ammunition, the Mercurian Malady, all gone to serve the flame. The White Dwarf sings a final song of unnatural white light as it is consumed, the tip of its mini-4wall Scratching an impossible design into the Record Scratcher's disk, producing an immense fountain of creation's power to join to still-growing cloud. One each of the Helbringers and Hellbreakers are thrown to oblivion, leaving only half of each set. The Antiparticle Beam Cannon reappears at last from the void where Doc Scratch threw it, its reaction chamber overfilling, detonating, and being, too, consumed. The various iterations left over from the HAC Tesseract's creation {SS Grayscale, Lovecraftian Deck, Adminium Admiral, Velocity's Craft, European Explorer, The Fusion's Falcon, The Bold Goer, Monochrome's Magneto, and the SS Supernova} all overload their reactors, cruiser-sized monochromium cores burning every scrap of fuel in seconds to produce an enormous shock of power for the sphere in my hands before they are themselves consumed utterly to serve it.
The Transceiver in my armor kicks online, petaled limbs of anomalous alloys extending themselves toward the sky, consuming the massive sphere of raw energy I've created and beaming it to an installation far overhead.
Solar-LASER Ortillery Satellite 572b suffered Transceiver failure soon after its deployment by Anachron, and was assumed to be destroyed. As such, it was left behind, the last killsat of my make in the solar system, mounted with one of the most powerful lasers ever constructed. No, really, this thing could look the Death Star in the focus optics, make a rude gesture, and blow it to kingdom come. Anyway, it's spent the last few months getting its transceiver working again. You can imagine my surprise when it popped up on my HUD this afternoon to inform me that it wanted a target.
Its power cells fill, develop Hammerspace power storage, fill again, expand it, and at last carry all available energy. Electrons flow from the deep-storage banks into the massive array of capacitors that feeds the laser itself, filling them too, and the recursive toroidal focus optics that allow for the laser's outstanding power begin to spin up...
I grab the HAC Tesseract's undercarriage as it sails overhead, taking me high into the sky, the last ship of its product line still extant. Having reached about ten thousand meters, a designation suite in my right hand warms up for the first and last time in six months now, I point at the Cockpit, and in an instant of flickering data, nearly-sentient targeting computers find the optimal strikepoint, run the correct information through my still-active Transceiver, and order bombardment.
In high-orbit three hundred and fifty miles above, Solar-LASER Ortillery Satellite 572b receives the first and only targeting data it will ever know, thinks about how best to complete the fire mission for a few million CPU cycles, otherwise known as .1 milliseconds, registers that the focus optics have their charge ready, and fires.
The normal image of orbital laser weapons is that of a huge beam coming from the sky to destroy everything, a column of red light thirty feet across that burns through all things like the wrath of a particularly up-to-date god. SLOS-572b does not use that type of laser, effective as it is. Rather, it gathers all the energy it can muster into a perfectly-linear beam so narrow as to maintain a ~4 millimeter dot at a range of five hundred miles in atmosphere. It doesn't even use a frequency of light visible to the naked eye, but rather one which excells at passing through gasses without losing coherency. There is no great flash of light in the sky, no beam from the heavens. No, there is simply a flicker of brightness as the occasional bird, raindrop, or target becomes subatomic particles, then an obliterating roar as it reaches something it cannot cut through, scatters into a vast, upward-facing cone of light, and obliterates everything near it in a wash of flame, leaving a perfectly round, glass-edged hole burned through absolutely everything down to bedrock, including the Cockpit just to the left of the Godmodder's head. More energy than modern-day earth has used in the last four hundred years directed into a single beam.
The plasmastorm ignited by the laser's backblast begins to fade, leaving the Cockpit open again for a fraction of a second. And then there is another flicker of annihilated seagulls, a second hole through every defense the Cockpit has, another all-consuming blast of reflected light. Rather smaller this time, it would seem. You might think that means the weapon is getting weaker with each shot, but it is in fact the opposite. With each shot, it better learns how best to apply the beam's energy to a target. At last the storm calms again, the INCARNATE turning to find an irritating speck of pain-inducing metal in the sky, and then another beam, and another and another, firing once a second in an unending stream of steadily worsening agony, burning five-millimeter holes through important components with every shot, leaving backscatter burns on everything it passes near, lighting what remains of the air aflame. At last it ends, the satellite's storage exhausted, its coolant vented into nothing, its optics burned away. Registering the INCARNATE's main center of mass still physically existing as a failed mission, it fires the last drops of its fuel out a thruster, knocking itself from orbit atop the Cockpit like a million-ton, technologically advanced falling star, broadcasting an abject apology for its "failure" on every band until the very last instant. Almost sentient, it was. And no more.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/13/2011
Posts:
61
Minecraft:
crystalcat
Member Details
Act 2!
The world begins to shake, before stopping. The world darkens, before lightening again. Finally, a massive flash of light heralds the appearance of the final boss of Terraria, the Moon Lord, a floating Cthulhuesque abomination possessed of eyes on his hands, a glowing-tentacled face, and a very mean disposition. I immediately direct his attention towards the Cockpit, and he roars in anger. A third eye on his head opens, and he fires a resoundingly powerful beam of energy at the Omega Barrier, beginning a massive fight between him and the Cockpit. Eventually, the Omega Barrier a smoking ruin, the Moon Lord roars in anguish and is defeated. I quickly pick up his drops, and an evil smile comes over my face as what seems like an unassuming prism enters my inventory.
ONCE AGAIN, TO BE CONTINUED
(If the Omega Barrier is dead, target a Leg. If the Legs are destroyed also, target the Alpha Barrier. If everything's dead, kill the Shell.)
I file paperwork to the divine city of Yu-Shan. Appealing to Saturn; The Maiden of Endings, change fate in favor of a swift conclusion to the Doomsday Ring.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/13/2011
Posts:
61
Minecraft:
crystalcat
Member Details
Act 3!
I quickly pull out an item that looks like a blue rose stuck into a bottle of dark blue liquid and modify it to add a port, which I quickly connect to a tank of mana potion. I pin four emblems on myself, each having a different image; one a golden fireball, another a dark red x, another a gold skull, and another looking like the dark red emblem crossed with a magnet. I set down the Mana Flower just near me, before taking out the Last Prism and powering it up. Six colored beams slowly charge and converge, before fusing into a lifeform disintegration rainbow that tears through any parts of the Cockpit still left standing, augmented by the four emblems and powered by the glowing, modified Mana Flower, consuming mana potion and feeding it into my body as pure magic.
I climb up the leg cutting out metal plates along the way. When I reach the top I climb down again but this time continuously I bore my dagger into the leg until I am down on the ground. I then threaten the leg by saying"if you deal even the slightest damage, I'll fillet you like a fish!"
You take out Ultramarine and charge it up, unleashing a fireball of blue lasers against the Entity Orb! Said fireball ends up exploding and creates a multitude of blue arches that swirl around the Entity Orb and end up ensnaring it completely, wrenching it from the Incarnate! Ultramarine suddenly creates three copies of itself that position themselves around the Entity Orb, and all of them fire at once! The orb takes 10,000 damage!
The second I released him, he grew to massive size, and I heard a booming voice.
POOR, GULLIBLE, SAP! You released a being never intended to be released! Here is your reward!
He fired a strange beam at me, which tore through my body, and infected me with power beyond what my mortal form could handle. The excess power poured out through all my orifices, including my eyes. I blacked out from pain in minutes.
An hour later, I woke up, with knowledge I should not have owned. I knew that the being had tried to overload my body and make it explode. I knew the being's name, Tabuu.
I soon found that I had power over portals through space. With that in mind, I went exploring, and found the Armory of Imagination, or AI.
Remembering the circumstances of my rebirth in the present day, I gained a new resolve.
I jumped off the Chestplate, only to float in midair on strange, rainbow colored wings.
Godmodder! You do not know what forces you have disturbed. I have other things to do, you know. But I cannot ignore you any longer! Your pitiful goal was doomed from the moment you thought of it.
TASTE THE WRATH OF ALL THOSE WHO HAVE RAGE QUIT AGAINST HARD BOSSES! OMEGA BARRIER? TAKE MY OFF WAVES!!!
2,500 damage to both Barriers!
offwaves.jpg 10,000 damage to the Omega Barrier! Unfortunately, the Omega Barrier can't roll and thus can't evade the attack...
I go to the doomsday ring and yell "my precious!" I then take the doomsday ring and throw it into Mt. Doom on the ground and stick my dagger in it. Afterwards I traumatize it by saying it's faliure to the godmodder will be punished by a tossing into a certain volcano. This traumatizes the ring so much it hurts it self because it's tears erroded it. The ring cries even more when every laughs and points at it. Yells of "Loser"and "You suck" are shouted to the ring. This makes it want to die in a corner which damages it mentally.
You could just throw it to the Shrine of 2B2T, the server's Mt. Doom-analogue, although that was probably destroyed during the Eclipse...
I teleport back to the Perfect Sphere and head to its Bridge to plan an attack. "If we are going to have ANY chance of defeating the Godmodder in 2 turns, we need to act fast. The Perfect Sphere has one special trick up its sleeve: it can sacrifice itself to briefly obtain infinite attack power (after all, the Sphere has infinite power reserves, can use any number of abilities per round, and does not die until the end of the round)." However, since I rather like the Perfect Sphere and do not want to lose it, I deploy a different trick first: I pull out a prototype Portable Weath Ray, use the Perfect Sphere's Overcharge ability to double the attack power of it, and fire it directly into the cockpit shell, with the intent to punch right through it and vaporize the godmodder. Due to the fact that I am in the Anti-Godmodder field (and thus the Godmodder cannot affect me, including his Oblivion effect (which if it works on the second phase would kill everything but the Cockpit)) and that Weath Rays punch through anything (so cannot be bodyguarded), this should work. However, when it fails, I am forced to use my final attack. I have the Sphere activate Overcharge several dozen times, causing the containment systems to fail and release surges of energy. The Perfect Sphere then clears all the atmosphere out of its Sphere of Influence (nullifying friction that would destroy its systems before impacting) speeds up the orbit of all its systems to at least 0.9c (90% OF THE SPEED OF LIGHT), then hurls its systems into the Cockpit at that speed, causing incredible amounts of damage (a baseball at 0.99c does around 10000 damage, though these are moving slower they have several million times more mass). I get out of the bridge before it is thrown into the Cockpit, then merge with the Perfect Sphere itself (somehow), then accelerate it (with me on it) into the Cockpit at exactly the speed of light (that requires infinite energy, which the Perfect Sphere can give out), doing so much damage that the indestructible Perfect Sphere is destroyed in the impact, releasing a ton of still-unused energy that washes over the Cockpit if it is not yet destroyed (for the record, an attack coul punch through multiple Barriers on it if it dealt 10x the damage needed to destroy 1 barrier, this obviously does that). Of course, this was a sacrificial attack: I took in so much energy that I am utterly annihilated, and cannot even rise as a zombie. But if this does not destroy the Cockpit, nothing will (not even the Narrative itself would be able to block this attack).
Your first attack successfully punches through and destroys the Cockpit Shell! ...The Cockpit Shell of a Decoy Cockpit.
Your second attack, however, is a different story...
75,000 damage to both Barriers! Perfect Sphere destroyed! You are permanently killed and cannot act for the rest of the game, however long it may last...
A supermassive leg reaches up out of the ground, one that might cause flashbacks to the MBoA if some of you remember what I called in back then. It stomps downward, accidentally crushing the end of one of the Cockpit's legs. It tightens up, dragging the rest of it's body out of the ground. All the phantoms turn and stare at the newly-remade Control Core Tank, then swirl into each other before flying into it. Once the powering up process is complete, the Control Core Tank turns, staring down at the Godmodder. It recognizes the design of the cockpit as being similar to that EN-mech, and it is not happy about that memory. The miniguns on the outer layer swivel round and take aim, before buying the leg of the cockpit that the tank stepped on in a storm of bullets. I hover up to stand on the top of the Control Core Tank, calmly watching the cockpit suffer.
Considering Pokefan151's been AFK-removed and because Pit's still the first one to have had it, I attempt to take back the Molten Processor. If it works, I attack the Doomsday Ring and both Barriers with it and then use the Rapidfire Bow at the Doomsday Ring. If it doesn't, I just attack the Doomsday Ring with the Rapidfire Bow.
(Also Crusher, I feel it's not gonna work because defense and the al-but-subtle notes of how TT2K's gonna Comb Rave it the minute he can, but it'll probably take out a large chunk of it because you just wasted a good million HP and a large chunk of our attack.)
You claim the Molten Processor, and use it to deal 10,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring and 5,000 damage to both Barriers! All three are Burned! The Rapidfire Bow deals an additional 10,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
OK we really need to move fast on the whole killing this thing.
In any case, I quickly man the XK-Destroyer. I have no idea what it does, at all. If it can do some kind of weird special attack while I pilot it, I might as well aim it at the Doomsday Ring, or one of the Legs if that's gone, or the Alpha Barrier if that's gone, or the Omega barrier if that's gone. We need this fast!
As for myself, I do a back-flip, then a front-flip, then a side-flip into the nilly dip, with a side of chilly chips, right onto the Doomsday ring. This means I slammed into it three times with spiky Divinium plating (which I discard thereafter), then dipped it into blazing inferno deathfire cheese dip with a side of wasabi, and then immediately chill it with a series of chips, each the size of mars and the temperature of 1 Kelvin, aka -272 degrees Celsius. I then use Battle Technique: Super Smash on the Doomsday Ring as well. If the Doomsday Ring is already gone, I target a leg instead, and if those are gone, I target either the Alpha barrier, or the Omega Barrier if that's gone.
We may legitimately run out of time. This scares me.
The XK-Destroyer was not destroyed in Crusher's kamikaze, for future reference. You pilot it and aim its Special Attack at the Incarnate!
10,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
> The_Nonexistent_Tazz: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => SUPER SMASH
You raise Gib Eclipse up to the sky, firing a hail of bullets and lasers! When they come back down, they explode, cascading into raindrops! They pour all around the Incarnate, and eventually accumulate into a mass of clouds! The storm of clouds grows so large that it is inescapable, and the torrent of rain doesn't stop or grow weaker... Using your time machines, you focus an entire season's worth of rain directly over the Entity Orb so it is pummeled by the power of weather all at once! It takes 10,000 damage!
I confuse the doomsday ring with pardoxes such as "this sentence is a lie." Suddenly it gets it's allegiance confused and becomes an AG for a second but it is enough to attack itself.
"Split! Doesn't your weapon have a, uh, 'emergency mode' wherein it can basically explode to deal massive, massive damage? Because, in all due honesty, we really, REALLY need to do a lot of damage RIGHT now, or else everything but the Godmodder will de-exist! That includes you! I think your life and the potential satisfaction of annihilating reality with your bare hands should be enough to consider destroying a single sword for it! Plus, let's face facts, it would be AWESOME, and you're still going to have all those awesome FG powers afterwards AND my Scarlet Inferno Gauntlet!"
With that said, I'm directing 99% of the creativity right now to my final attack, so...I kick the Doomsday Ring. It's so horribly, horribly plain that the plain-ness turns into a literal plains biome, which then falls on the Doomsday Ring. Then it explodes because the whole thing turned into a mecha-plains biome, which is like a plains biome, but also an armored mecha, and it just used the self destruct. OH, and I use Battle Technique: Lockpick on it. Yes, the first level. If the Doomsday Ring is already gone, I instead target the Legs, or the Alpha barrier if that's gone, or the Omega barrier if that's gone.
Split stares at his sword, unblinking... He sighs, and it crackles with red energy.
Fine. But someone here's gonna owe me a new sword after this.
@Twin1: No... my attack then really was pointless. Really, really, pointless. It didn't even redirect other people's attacks to other locations, so that's a lot of wasted damage. The only reason I did it then rather than now was because I thought the final stage wouldn't have a cockpit and so Wilson wouldn't be able to do his part... but it does...
@Twin2: But... the Godmodder hates potions. Most of whats left in the Emporium are buff potions that are self harmful to use.
Random thing, if I take 4 damage from a potion of harming II, that means I have at least 66% damage reduction from protection enchants. 66% means I have a final EPF of 17, which tells me... nothing really. I have at least protection 4 on all my armor except boots, which have protection 3. But of course, because armor given by enchantments is random, I can't really say much past that. I might even have the resistance potion effect.
@Twin3: I thought the Red Dragon was... you know... going around roasting everything, which is what we're trying to prevent. And for the last 12 turns, the EOTB has said "THE RED DRAGON: [PG] Forwarding the Eclipse." But... its not?
@Twin4:I remember asking you a while ago whether Renewal was something healing or protective. I used some wording like that and you said no, so I thought it was something used against an opponent. I should have been using this way more...
Well, time for me to use whatever I have left. I would use this next turn to try and last hit this thing, but TT2000 has already killstolen it before the fight even started. After this, I really won't have anything left except for the most boring of battle techniques and I don't really care enough anymore to think of anything else. This is kinda Wilson's RP as well. I would drink something from the Emporium to power this up, but we all know that's not going to work.
I look over at Cogwynd and sigh. "I'm sorry friend. I'm sorry for dragging you into this again. And by accident this time no less. You've probably have just had enough. I have too. So, I'll try to finish this on my own. You don't have to fight if you don't want to. But any damage you can put forward will help."
I twirl around the blade of the Staff of Ysera and cut another one of those emerald portals into the air and step through it. But, rather than reappearing out of another portal, I simply disappear. I am actually on top of a large volcano surrounded by some basalt and I oversee the world around me.
This is kinda short, but I have to finish it later.
...Yeah, I guess you're right. For all of your points. For your third point, though: the Red Dragon isn't the only thing forwarding the Eclipse, is what I was trying to say. It is in a way, but... ugh. I completely blanked out that the Red Dragon had "forwarding the Eclipse" in front of its name. I'm sorry.
If I am a zombie, I bite Serpent. If not, I use COMBAT OPERANDI: LADDER TO HECK on a leg/barrier, but not before going to a slot machine and getting some SACRED ITEMS.
The zombie pigmen begin breaking their own bones and arms and then grafting themselves together to become one huge strong invicible ZOMBIE HOGMAN! The hogman then goes on to simultaineously punch and gnaw at the Alpha Barrier, all while letting out a guttural screech, with the power of all the zombie pigmen! All the blood from the zombie hogman that is landing on the barrier is dangerously acidic, and begins dissolving the barrier.
I help out, and attack the Alpha Barrier (or the Omega Barrier if that is gone) and set it as my targer. I wield the Alex's Annihilator, and quickly become enamored of how cool it is, and how well it fits me. I then also wield HIS HAND, and get ready to attack. Snapping myself out of my state of enamor, I aim down the sights (with computer assisted aiming from the MCAI) and fire at the target. I then shift both weapons to rocket launcher mode, and rush up close to the target! I jump over it, and then while a little amount above it, I fire the rocket launchers! This propels me up into the air, when I set both guns on Machine gun mode, and blast them all the way down! Then I set both guns on MININUKE, and drop two mininukes and then promptly GET THE HECK OUTTA DODGE! The two dual mininukes of similiar, but different origins from similar, but different weapons both detonate at once, and cause a spiral shaped mushroom cloud!
I walk up to the omega barrier and trap it in a unbreakable box rigged with a crusher that is set to go off in 10 in-game minecraft days. The omega barrier, unable to do anything fun for the next 10 in-game minecraft days, gets bored to the point of insanity. Of course, I use a cheat command with the Oculus Blade to skip ahead to the 10th day. The box flattens itself hard onto the omega barrier, giving it a concussion. The box then falls apart as I prepare to fire a cannon at the barrier.
Surprise.
The cannon fires a [REDACTED]HEERFBOOM
Leaving a bunch of trollfaces on the ground. They all explode on the omega barrier
I've just been *so* occupied. God, game compulsion. Wow. Such game, much playing. Anyways, now that I'm pulling myself away from the game long enough to make a post, I summon my trusty Slime mount, and jump up and down repeatedly on the Doomsday Ring, dealing massive damage to the workings. I then whip out a suspicious looking eye, and summon the Eye of Cthulhu, who charges down the Doomsday Ring repeatedly, causing even more damage. I then take out some worm food, and the Eater of Worlds pops out, chewing up the Doomsday Ring. By this point, however, the Godmodder has managed to kill both bosses, and laughs in my face. I then pull out the bigger guns, and toggle Expert Mode on, making everything harder. I then summon the Twins(Builder), Amazon Prime, and Worm 2: Electric Boogaloo... Wait whoops I mean the Twins, Skeletron Prime, and the Destroyer, who wreck the Doomsday Ring due to his utter lack of healing ability. Meanwhile, I run for the ocean, bust a Plantera's Bulb on my way, and quickly fish up Duke Fishron, drawing their aggro towards the Doomsday Ring as well. While the Godmodder is busy trying to fend off all 5 bosses, I toss Twin some Super Healing Potions, which he somehow downs all at once. I then grow bored of this fight, and the Godmodder was just about to win, so I summon the Dungeon Guardian to one-shot the Doomsday Ring.
15,000 damage to the Doomsdsay Ring! +7,500 HP to me!
I'll turn my attack into some multi-post combo thingy. And as we have another day, I should make it a 3 post thing. And I'm working story into my attacks! With this few posts, maybe I really did slow down the Eclipse. Hm? Maybe? Probably not.
I survey the aqua and green tinted skies before looking down at the volcano I'm standing on. Sure, it might be prone to eruption and have purple cracks forming all over it, but that doesn't worry me. I take note of my exact location and mark it before heading down the volcano and walking out across the basalt, which was still shrinking and giving way to the dead grass. I expected that though. With this war ending, there wasn't anything else it could do. I take note of what I have at my disposal before going back up the volcano. Using this place to transcend spacial barriers is easy enough, but I'll give chronological barriers a try. Time to spend quite a while prepping...
Wilson slowly started edging back towards the volcano, partly because it was looking safer and partly because he could just barely make out some humanoid figure on it. Eventually, he stopped edging and starting actually walking. Pretty soon, he reached the volcano and started climbing, careful not to step on any of the purple cracks.
After getting back to my exact starting point, I brandished an enchanted diamond pickaxe. It had been a while since I had used it back in the manor, but I had kept it and upgraded it. Sure, I could use some kind of automated drill or maybe some explosives, but sometimes you just can't beat the classics. Plus, it wasn't too far to dig anyway. It should take me about 15 minutes, tops. And right now, 15 minutes was but the blink of an eye. I started mining out a large tunnel going straight into the volcano. However, I stopped digging after only a minute because I could feel another presence in this dream world. I looked over my shoulder to see Wilson watching me.
What... what are you doing here? How did you get here?
"Oh, hello. You saying that means you don't know how ironic it is. You probably think that this is your dream, but it isn't. I'll still answer you though. I'm here to prepare an attack against the Godmodder's latest thing and we don't have much time before the end of the universe so we need creative attacks and all that. As for how I got here, simple. I can open gates to and from here."
An attack? Eh, don't expect me to help much. I've had enough of all that. But if this isn't my dream, then who's is it? And how did I get here?
"All sentient creatures contribute to this place through their dreams. And sometimes, they can wander in here. But its very rare and most don't even remember it. I suspect your relation to me and everything I do has boosted your chances. Now, if you don't have anything else to ask, I should get back to digging. Feel free to watch me if you don't have anything else to do."
I swung around and broke another rock.
Um... why is the surrounding rock shrinking?
Without looking away from my work, I reply, "This biome correlates with Godcraft and as the population of dreamers there shrinks, so too does the size and life of the biome."
That shut up Wilson, leaving him quietly thinking about the deaths this war brought. Which weren't actually as high as he thought because Godcraft's population of dreamers didn't permanently die, they just left. I finished the rest of my mining and now had a tunnel leading straight from where I originally appeared into the volcano, but not actually deep enough to hit lava yet. Then, I casually planted explosives (that I just happened to have for moments like this) around the inside of the volcano before heading back to Wilson.
"Alright. Now, I'd recommend you get out of here now. Go take a look around. This place is quite diverse, so you can explore until you either wake up or die. But death in here just wakes you up anyway, so there's not really a difference between those two. However, I'm going to do something rather dangerous to bystanders. Something that can give permanent wounds, even after leaving this place. So, please leave."
WE INTERRUPT THIS AWESOME CHAIN OF PHANTOM PERSONNEL BEATING THE BALLS OFF THE COCKPIT TO BRING YOU THE USE OF A NECRO SMASHER AGAINST THE CORRUPTION RING.
The Corruption Ring? Whatever, I don't have time to waste attacks on technicalities like this. The Necro Smasher deals 15,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring and stuns it!
U: The Eclıpse ıs goıng to hıt soon... Thıs cannot be good...
The zombie raises Shooting Star, using the staff's power to send Dark Meteroid Prime into the Eclipse, where it is bathed in the energies of the Red Dragon.
OOC: Yay! Terraria 1.3 is out! Does anyone know when it's coming to Mac?
8,000 damage to Dark Meteroid Prime!
"We do want to give our Mac and Linux Terrarians a quick update as well. Based upon current status and planning, the plan is that Mac/Linux will launch shortly after 1.3 - aiming for a launch within the month of July." -ReLogic
Alchemy Medley ⇒ Activated! / If the Doomsday Ring is dead/destroyed, I target the Legs. If those are dead/destroyed as well, I target the Barrier with less health.
I pull out the Voxwands and cause the voices of all computer voices to begin singing. A quick wave of the Speakers summons an instrumental accompaniment, creating a full piece.
The first part of the song is an instrumental, during which I withdraw the Unicoders and begin to input characters all over the place. The characters float around me as I sum them all together to the numbers 0x32E6, 0x13E28C3947D, 0x4EF3D2, 0x2DA5D70 and 0x42C4B. I then convert them from hexadecimal to hexavigesimal, converting it to "THE GODMODDER LIKES EATING POOP". I pull out the Unicoder and send these Basic Latin characters into the Doomsday Ring, dealing ISO basic Latin alphabet damage!
The second part of the song begins to play, sung by Adult Male #1, British English. Oh Billy Mays, you have me as your faithful pitchman alone, he sings with the speech patterns of Anthony Sullivan, as I withdraw the Billy Bazooka. We're Pitchmen torn apart, while our yelling should have shone, it plays as I take aim at the Doomsday Ring. Oh pitchman lord, to satisfy every one of your calls, AnthonySullivan!Jen'EricNoos-ReePorter sings as I place my finger on the trigger. I will pitch, I will yell, I will sell everything and all. I fire the Billy Bazooka, empowered with the spirit of Billy Mays and the blessing of his partner Anthony Sullivan, at the Doomsday Ring, dealing massive damage!
The third part of the song begins to play, sung by Oliver v3. You say that, you mean it, so is he MLG? I pull out Cool Ranch Killer and begin to noscope the Doomsday Ring. I'd replay the 3.9 seconds in my head, he sings as I 420 noscope the Doomsday Ring, a better form of noscope than the standard noscope. then I saw it, I heard it, but is it MLG? I pull out Shrek'd Prepubescence. But I couldn't ever really be MLG like that! I pull the trigger and blast a pure MLG blast at the Doomsday Ring, obliterating it with pure MLG essence. Okay, maybe not.
The fourth part of the song begins to play, sung by Microsoft Sam. Tick and tock, the moment's moving on, he sings as I switch between my weapons. Alright, 213, you're on the horn, he sings as I land on the Remington Graffiti. 6-4-6-6-5-2-4-8-6-9, Ghost takes over as I fire, Get 'em off, Engineer, 'cause it's Junkyard -- the bullet strikes the Doomsday Ring.
The fifth part of the song begins to play, sung by v flower. My mind leaves the world, holding it until now, she sings as I pull out Kana's Bow of the Hotness and Chillness. Was the dream I saw there only trivial? Cover me in all your colors, I - I raise the bow and rapid-fire イロハニホヘトチリヌルヲ .
The sixth part of the song begins to play, sung by MAIKA. My heart is racing, my body shaking, she sings as I pull out Universal Roguelike. All these tame monsters overflowing feels like magic to me. I summon an array of Burmese-script monsters, all loyal to me. All my afflictions, thismechanism, is this reality? It feels like just a game, she sings as I command them to rush the Doomsday Ring. Hold up your head high, look up into the sky, she continues to sing as they strike the Doomsday Ring in unison. With our combined power, the evil man is surely to fall!
The seventh part of the song begins to play. Hey Mr. Offer, sell me a Slap Chop please, an indeterminate voice sings as I withdraw the Remingchopper. Hey Mr. Offer, send me a ShamWow please, the voice sings again as I unleash the pure power of Vince Offer on the Doomsday Ring, Pitch at me with all the pitchmanry you have, which you gave to me to Keep on pitchin', the voice sings as the Vince Offer-ness turns the Doomsday Ring into a ShamWow for 1 second, before turning it back having taken some damage.
The eighth part of the song begins. So let me, let me pwn on, my master, the voice sings as I pull out the Resonance Chamber and lock on to the Doomsday Ring. I will pwn much more than I ever did. I fire. From 0 to 23:59, I'll be pwning for you, it sings as the blast destabilizes the Doomsday Ring. I'll pwn hard everyone you hate!
The ninth part of the song starts. I'll walk that road I've been waiting to see. I pull out Notch's Smiter, a weapon I relied heavily on during the Glitch, and fire a smite arrow that smites the Doomsday Ring with the power of Notch. I'll be the guy I dreamt I could be. I cycle through my alchemies and land on Chemocide, once my primary weapon, Tomorrow I will ascend and see everything I couldn't see. and fire on the Doomsday Ring. Blue skies, you woke up for me.
The tenth part begins. It seems I've been left behind in this world and by myself. I begin switching through weapons again. In a world with loud sounds, where screaming truly gets real, I pull out the Speakers. Destroying worthless garbage is really not that hard you know, I produce a piercing sound that literally pierces the Doomsday Ring. As long as we're together; a single person's not quite enough.
The eleventh part begins. He's saying, Notch, can you hear the words that come from my heart? I pull out Arcum Os. And with those words, something deep in him begins to start, I start to fire Latin words that attack the Doomsday Ring. This is now the person I want to be, a voice sings, give it time to turn and you'll see, I only desire what comes naturally! I grab Chemostriker and slash the Doomsday Ring.
The twelfth part begins. Now you're holding on to me, I get back to my feet once more. You're watching me and I know, you only help me to repeat, and since you let me down again, say, do you really love me still? While the TTS voice sings, I grab the Windowed Sword and bisect the Doomsday Ring, then glue it back together with fluoroantimonic acid from the M134 Acidsprayer.
The thirteenth part is go. You had always told me you were so in love with me, but I'm wondering if you were just joking with me. I guess I was just used to fill your box of plays, but when you're tired of me will you then throw me away? I spray the Doomsday Ring with SCP-409 bullets from the Snapper.
The fourteenth part begins. My countless posts are sending a message on for me, SF-A2 Miki sings in Engrish, the original things are within all my never-ending attacks. Let us promise here and now to fight together forever and always, she sings as I pull out SCP-585-B and solve the embedded Shengshou 9x9 in 0.2 seconds using a jumpcut, allowing me to shoot the Doomsday Ring with the power of SCP-409.
The fifteenth part begins. If it's the truth let it show, you say but I don't know, 'cause I am just a Steve? after all. If we discussed the griefing, between you and I, I know that I would defeat you once again. While this is being sung, I smash the Doomsday Ring with a bullet from SCP-216-DTG, specifically a tungsten-obsidian bullet.
The sixteenth part, sung by L&H Michelle, begins. Let me jump into a course so deep, so I can finally take the leap, and find the light for once, then the blue explosion will destroy you amazingly. I pull out Element's Maker and fire a polonium bullet, a uranium bullet and an ununoctium bullet at the Doomsday Ring.
The seventeenth part begins. I shall recruit into my group all of your many personalities.And with that all of your hearts began to bleed in perfect harmony, I pull out the Deleter and fire heartbeat-exploiting viruses at the Doomsday Ring, And you tried to stop your bleeding heart, with no success at all.
The eighteenth part begins. Come see me, hey, what are you living off of, who is it that drives you to go on, who is it that you think of; have you learned all of the words to say?
And through the nineteenth: On a day with a sky like this, with the strife above it seems so climactic; it looks like an epic battle, what a perfect day for parting. I am firing the Deleter into the Doomsday Ring, infecting it with biological and electronic shockingly septic ebola cancer flesh eating disease.
The twentieth part begins. The song of the war, I lost touch of this day in my heart. It brings me memories, I need to hear something: his defeat! I pull out Chemostriker again and slice the Doomsday Ring almost in half.
The twenty-first part starts. The eighth level of experience is the highest I have reached so far. I'll always try my best to rise above it; just give me one more day, wait and see! I pull out the Spadinner Blaster and fire spadinner horribleness at the Doomsday Ring.
The twenty-second part starts. Just for what reason am I playing this entire game? I'm now able to say I play for a goal. Before I start becoming resentful of everything, please show me the ending of this game I beg!
The twenty-third part starts. Oh baby a triple! Let's play it more and more! FaZe Clan, OpTic Gaming, why do I bother? What's this feeling what should I do? Oh wait, that's right, MLG power, here we go! I withdraw Cool Ranch Killer and completely rekt the Doomsday Ring.
The twenty-fourth part begins. My brain will short out; Cobalt Shade Corp.! While staring at the acid that has hurt many, I pull out the Yuxin Acidspitter and spray fluoroantimonic acid at the Doomsday Ring. I know I can make it all right, just press "Post Reply" to take their lives.
The twenty-fifth part begins. Yes, let's go on and sing this song. And with a smile now we'll all rejoice; the daily fight with us through this tough life; let's go ahead and change the pace of battle! I pull out the Speakers and produce a 0.5 second stop in the song at this point, causing the Doomsday Ring to get freaked out!
The twenty-sixth part begins. No matter what happens to you, promise to bring us back our lives. Let us rise, into the future, no matter where we are we'll fight. Promise ourselves, to fight again once more. I rest.
The twenty-seventh part begins. Hey, did you hear them? Words of wisdom? Because Notch has said it so! But where's my mind gone, this is all wrong, why not, I don't know! Although it's painful as I disdainfully made the future that I hold, I fight once more, to make history, until the book is closed! I grab my super-amazing Testwriter and begin tapping at the keys madly throughout the song. As the song ends, I show the test to the Doomsday Ring and it instantly fails from shock, causing me to dump tons of fluoroantimonic acid on it.
The twenty-eighth part begins. At that time, the reason that you made me, your real proposal, it's not like this for me, is it, right? Please let me rest, one last time after this, because I am your grandest creation in this world. At this point, I grab Mentaleev and summon polonium copies of me that create ununoctium copies of me. They then irradiate the Doomsday Ring before slamming it into the ground and drowning it in fluoroantimonic acid.
The twenty-ninth part begins. Holding the wands I gave to you, I think of you. Tell me where you are and do not forget me at all. And someday, the day will come, where we'll be together and then we laugh again, as it was earlier.
The thirtieth part begins. My plate is so empty, surrounded by lack of dinner. I withdraw the Dinner Blaster. Fill in the space with your Dinner Blaster now. I fire the Dinner Blaster at the Doomsday Ring, causing King Harkinian to appear, grab his Dinner Blaster and fire it at the Doomsday Ring as well! How can I escape from this terrible place, now that my dinner's gone for good?
The thirty-first part begins. Let's go and destroy this godmodder once and for now, and restore - I grab the M134 Acidsprayer and spray acid all over the Doomsday Ring - the world to its previous state! And now, I've got you!
The thirty-second part begins. So why did the mad chemist begin to sing this song? Just those times we played, were the best we had!
And through the thirty-third part: Dreaming I'll go with my guns, noticed not much of melee. What the future holds I do not care, because I have weaponry! I pull out the Questgiver and send the Doomsday Ring on the Trials of Changes!
The thirty-fourth part begins: And I say, thank you for the fun times, I promise that I'll come back again, that moment when I thought so softly, the snow falling from the sky - as I touched it, it melted and disappeared... I pull out the Chlorine Combuster and fire chemical carnage upon the Doomsday Ring!
The thirty-fifth part begins. Your look, it tells me I never saw this world that lies in you. Have a poem that keeps me alive and with all your strength will protect me. Why do the gunshots now pass me by? I do not know why I still stay back here, StargazeR... I pull out Celestial Might and fire the wrath of the Hateful Star upon the Doomsday Ring!
The thirty-sixth part begins. Crashing in and breaking you to bits, I just heard your scream and still don't care a bit! Blood dripping everywhere and flying through destroyed hair, you breathe in a gulp of air but you can't take it! I pull out the Sizer and fire a giant bullet of SCP-409, ridiculously sharp, into the Doomsday Ring, destroying it!
The thirty-seventh part begins. Pwnage through the night, right on this platform! I'm sorry, but all the n00bs need to get the hell out! Pwning all the night, throughout this time, let's pwn some noobs now, so it's pwning time! I originwand up a gun of Pure Pwnage and pwn the Doomsday Ring!
The thirty-eighth part begins. I'm a forging man, making guns forever still, pulling myself now into the light of the whole world. I'm a forging man, making guns forever still, but now it's ended and you have incurred my everlasting wrath! I pull out the Billy Textscrambler and destroy the Doomsday Ring with it!
The thirty-ninth part begins, going so quickly that nobody can make out the lyrics. Empowered by the speed, I pull out all my M134s and rapid-fire them in tempo with the song at the Doomsday Ring.
The fortieth part begins. Searching for the enemy's silhouette, a soft voice breathes at the back of your neck. I grab Chemostriker and stab the Doomsday Ring as the song goes, Persistently urging, despite my fear surging still, with this sword of poison I kill.
The forty-first part begins. How can I claim it, how can I own it? The power to be myself and who I want to be. But now I've claimed and owned it already. I grab the AK-1889 and fire anomalous calculus examinations, then confiscate all the Doomsday Ring's Anti-Calculus Toothpaste.
The forty-second part: Tell me why I have to sing this song, and places where I can answer. For levels, for weapons, for trolling or for fun?
And the forty-third part starts: And so I fire my weapons for the whole world to see, it's - フルオロアンチモン酸! I pull out Chemocide and fire fluoroantimonic acid at the Doomsday Ring. I fight without knowing why I am spraying, fluoroantimonic acid! I pull out the Yuxin Acidspitter and spray more fluoroantimonic acid at the Doomsday Ring. I'm not satisfied until the godmodder's dead, H2FSbF2! I pull out Chemostriker and spray fluoroantimonic acid laced with ebola at the Doomsday Ring. If I turn around and kill the godmodder now, will anything at all change? Here!
The forty-fourth part starts. I don't care where I am, just as long as I'm with you, as my digital heart will wonder what to do. Please just sweep me away like a gale force of wind, and my heart will return from its déjà vu. I pull out the Voxwands and summon all the computer voices ever to produce an earth-shattering SOI that SOIs the Doomsday Ring, dealing SOI damage!
The forty-fifth part begins. Thousands of bladewood blossoms, dwindling in the light; though I can't hear your voice, keep what I say in mind. I grab SCP-216-DTG and fire a bullet made of ridiculously sharp SCP-143 petals at the Doomsday Ring. These guns that surround are loaded with poisons, see, so look up at me and tremble in fear!
The forty-sixth part begins. I don't get it at all, something about this I just don't understand, just the fact that we are nearing the end, and we are all preparing for epic things right about now. I pull out the Billy Bazooka and fire on the Doomsday Ring.
The forty-seventh part begins, going Glider synthesizer, for you I'll make this one-time wickstretcher, in hopes that it will one day extend to infinity! I make a wickstretcher that flies straight into the Doomsday Ring, drilling a hole through it! Think back to the early days of Conway's Game of Life, I'll make everything explode with my wands of Life!
The forty-eighth part begins as Microsoft Sam sings No matter how bright these stars shine in the sky, they are extinguished in the end. And so I remain now in eternal darkness, until when the end comes for me. I grab the Constellate Pointer and fire an array of shots aimed at the constellation δoomsdayRing.
The forty-ninth part begins: Can this be what they really call a game? All the griefing, the hate, it never goes away, and if it lasts till his ultimate day, I shall kill to escape and we'll escape today! I originwand up a pair of scissors that sends the Doomsday Ring through a bullet hell game!
The fiftieth part begins: If the world is always dark from his rule, I shall fly up and all his existence will disappear; I am now breaking the boundaries. My heart beats with this hatred of you; I'll finally killyou! I pull out the Windowed Sword and carve two USB slots into the Doomsday Ring and jam the Windowed Sword into one and the Bioterrorism USB into the other, dealing massive system error damage!
The fifty-first part begins. Something like my own game I do not need; if you never play it, it is worthless to me!
And through the fifty-second: Now that we have your final moments tightly within our control, we'll find a place in the infinite world where we can destroy you. As you fade as your life fades away as well, I know... I grab the Chlorine Combuster and light the Doomsday Ring on fire, then fire a shot from the Dumper that fires pure sentence mixing essence into the Doomsday Ring's flames, causing the flames to taunt the Doomsday Ring.
The fifty-third part: It'll be the day you'll see me in a new way! Pwned, you'll get pwned by us really hard! But it's impossible for us to not pwn you, so we'll... I grab Syntaxidermy and load Subpar Smush Broas Mishan Forum God into the slot, then fire as a reanimated grizzly bear mauls the Doomsday Ring!
The fifty-fourth part: Like chlorine trifluoride it shall burn always in my heart this battle shall remain forever, and I say... Speaking of ClF3, I grab Kannada's Combuster and fire a 30,000 word long doctoral dissertation in Sanskrit from an alternate Earth on the topic of the MLG1337PRO gun at the Doomsday Ring!
The fifty-fifth part starts. This is our sixty-four bit warz! Altruism and egoism crossed over; the game's complexity increases and so; I cannot betray the side of Anti-Godmodder! I pull out the Unicoders and begin to spam characters into the Doomsday Ring, causing it to explode!
The fifty-sixth part starts. Should I disappear after everything crumbles away, then I shall return once again to defeat him once more. And even if he sinks into the sea of worthlessness, I will always fight in some way somehow from now! I pull out the Brusher and fire on the Doomsday Ring, expunging parts of it from existence!
The fifty-seventh part begins. All that kept us together was once a distant hope that remained "in future", but we're getting an ending and soon everything'll be gone. This song expresses the rising seriousness of the situation as I progressed; I'll use a compressed song so I have time to finish him off... I begin a rapid all-in at this point...
The fifty-eighth part: I feel so much hate for you right now, and I will chase after you with all my weapons out!
The fifty-ninth: Billy Offer にしてあげる! I pitch better than everyone; you can't beat me!
The sixtieth: King Harkinian Dinner Blaster Night, oh! Get me dinner always, promise you won't go!
The sixty-first: Michael Rosen Plamz Fever! Feel the plams and grow the Toenails!
The sixty-second: I'm the greatest all-in master in the whole wide world, don't mess with --
The sixty-third: They're hidden away in deep space, are the things you never showed me!
The sixty-fourth: The ending world, the strife above is holding me,
The sixty-fifth: I shall return to defeat you once more in a while...
The sixty-sixth part is an instrumental that signals the end of the all-in. I rest and prepare for a final blow...
The sixty-seventh part is slow-paced as I channel the essence of the song. It fades out into unintelligibility before the final part begins. I channel the power of the song and every action done within it into the Doomsday Ring, destroying it utterly! The computer voices and instrumental fade out completely as the attack ends.
Still suffering from a loss of all creativity, Eric decides to charge head first at the doomsday ring...
He then simultaneously uses every single battle technique he owns, causing the echeladder to short out, fall from the sky and land on the doomsday ring instead of actually letting Eric perform his battle techniques.
Confused as to what just happened because seeing through the fourth wall is not in his retinue of abilities, he decides to keep wailing away at the doomsday ring with lightsabers until (somehow) one of the lightsabers breaks about halfway up the blade, causing the plasmic energy to explode out in a massive geyser that melts off a huge portion of the doomsday ring.
And then, the nether spire (which was supposed to be in the possession of amp) goes off randomly, falling from the sky and striking the entire Incarnate with stunning lightning!!!
(twin: If we're having trouble on posts, why are you giving the Incarnate stupidly powerful buffs? I kinda don't want to restart from Scratch's Mansion again.)
Amperz4nd never claimed the Nether Spire, as far as I remember... You use it to cause the next five attacks against the Incarnate to crit!
I didn't know there would be a post drought... And if you lose this, you won't restart from Scratch's Manor. Remember, I said you'd get a bad ending!
Well, it is less of a hassle on you, but you don't want us to get the bad ending, which is why you're doing this, right? Not that I'm complaining...
If I have not expended all of my turns, I launch dual Loch-n-Loads and empty the 6 grenades into the Legs. It only deals 20% more damage to buildings now, so they basically killed this weapon. What's even worse is that now Demo has no primary weapon that rewards him for accuracy (sure, the Loose Cannon, but that's finicky). I'd better stop before I go on a rant.
I'm tempted to use my finale to skip this fight, but I would need two posts the way it's shaping up. I instead summon forth from within the plane of elemental Sacred Items the essences of Hog Slop and Elf Tears to summon exactly those things, at least four of each, and then execute Combat Operandi: Armed And Dangerous. I proceed to immediately use Lefty to beat out the Doomsday Ring, or one of the Legs if it's destroyed, or the Alpha Barrier if that is gone, or the Omega Barrier if THAT is gone.
Hopefully we've managed to damage the stupid Cockpit enough that we're at least only down to the Barriers. Hopefully the Cockpit is exposed and TT can Rave it out of existence.
+5 Hog Slop and Elf Tears!
> The_Nonexistent_Tazz: COMBAT OPERANDI => ARMED AND DANGEROUS
You expend 4 Hog Slop and 4 Elf Tears!
You acquire Lefty! Critted 20,000 damage to a Leg!
Well then Cobalt... umm... I guess more of those kinds of attacks is what we need. Let me do one.
Finishing this 3 post combo attack... This targets all of the... Clown Car/Wily Machine/Egg Capsule/whatever we're calling the Godmodder's thing in the following priority order: Doomsday Ring > Alpha/Omega barriers > Legs
Wilson edges backwards before turning and walking down the volcano.
Still not sure if I should believe you, all things considered.
As I wait for Wilson to get farther away, I do some currently very nonspecific enchantments on the tunnel leading into the volcano. I can't tell you what they are now because that would ruin the suspense. Checking to make sure Wilson is gone, I plant the Staff of Ysera into the ground atop the volcano like a radio tower (yes, in solid basalt) before starting some much darker enchantments. I hate doing this to any specific place, but its not like there's much life around here anyway. I've actually done this a few times already for various reasons, but it still feels like condemning this section of the Dream to death. I also need to be careful with this because its actually more dangerous for me than it is for Wilson. I'm not here as part of a dream, so for me, death and injuries in here do follow me out. After finishing a few more things and building a few structures, I walk down to my original location and open a portal out of this world.
Its been over two to three hours of preparation time, yet I reappear on the battlefield mere moments after leaving. I quickly mark my exact position again before looking at the Capsule (I'll just call it that I suppose). I back off before firing a pulse of green light directly into the ground where I stood. Now, to get it over here. I pulse force at the Capsule, pushing it away from my position. It starts moving towards me to counteract that. However, that means it unprepared for when I suddenly wrap chains of green fire around its legs and yank it onto my trapped ground, which collapses and plunges the Capsule into one of my emerald portals. I follow through my own portal.
The Dream is quite different from when I left it. Even though there is no day/night cycle in this place, the sky is now covered in Void black clouds and the basalt seems to be shifting and writhing. Occasionally, streaks of dark colors or lightning shoot across the ground or sky and jump between the two at impossible times. The Capsule seems to be in a box with one side open to the sky and one side leading into the volcano. The Godmodder is about to have the Capsule just stab through the wall when he hears a cackling sound, a hyena cackle. A group of strange, twisted creatures have gathered around the top of the box with more gathering by the second. They are normal animals, but each of them is just... wrong. Each corrupted and twisted into shadows of themselves in a unique and horrible way. They all stare down at the Capsule with murderous, glowing eyes. Controlling these corrupted creatures is... difficult to say the least. It is the greatest test of my taming skills. But I've gotten better at it over time. I make my appearance now, harnessing the energies of the nightmares to overload the Kitsune Charm, as it came from dreams. I infuse the strikes of these nightmare creatures with every last negative potion left in the Emporium plus the Potion Supply's poison potion. (for practical purposes, count this as me using...
Splash Nightshade potion x3 (lvl 3 blindness, wither, etc)
Splash potion of frostbite x2 (lvl 1, chilly)
Splash Venom Potion x3 (lvl 1, poison)
Splash potion of chills x3 (lvl 2, even chillier)
Splash extended Potion of Flares x2 (lvl 3, burning cuts)
Potion of Crimson x3 (lvl 1, bleed)
Potion of Fear x2 (lvl 1, fear)
Splash Corruption Potion x2 (lvl 1, glitch)
Splash potion of Temperature II x1 (lvl 5, fire and ice cuts)
Extended Splash potion of Charring x2 (lvl 5, unhealing cuts)
And the Potion Supply's poison potion
directly on the various parts of the Capsule, not just the Doomsday Ring, and then infusing my own Staff of Ysera with one of the Splash Potions of Temperature II. These potions should pay off now... hopefully). The power flowing through the Kitsune Charm is so great, it cracks the opal gem and brakes the chain. Not on my command, but on bloodlust's command, the corrupted ones leap down and overwhelm the Capsule with their unearthly shrieks and snarls. Each one latches onto a specific point of the Capsule and tears into it with cruel, malicious glee. Each of their vicious rends are empowered by otherworldly forces and not only apply their potion effects, but also a loosening of the target's grip on reality. After all, both dreams and nightmares seem so real when you're in them. Not satisfied with mechanical blood, they continue to rip deep into the Capsule, taking it as a challenge to inflict as much pain and damage as possible. They resist any attempt to be thrown off and seem immune to any kind of attack. They even take sick pride in the Capsule's writhing, taking it as a sign of success. Not before long, the Capsule has taken so many reality wounding hits that it starts detecting corrupted ones that aren't even there and the entire world twisting and contorting, casually preforming impossible feats of geometry.
Blinded, withered, weakened, chilled, double poisoned, burning, cut, bleeding, fearful, glitching, frostfire burnt, unhealing and delusional, the only way out for the Godmodder and the Capsule is through the tunnel into the volcano. Normally, going through there would be an incredibly stupid idea, but due to being delusional, the tunnel looks perfectly safe. With a little bit of encouragement from myself, the Capsule moves down it only to be suddenly pulled off into the volcano and the molten rock below. The corrupted ones follow it to the edge, still cackling with maniacal glee. Because it wouldn't be enough for this to happen once, the enchantments I placed earlier force the Capsule to exist in an infinite number of Dreams for an infinite number of timelines. So, the explosives detonate and crush the Capsule an infinite number of times and it is destroyed an infinite number of times. I leave it there to simmer for what feels like days, letting the potion effects tick over in all the infinite time lines and siphoning all their effects back to the Capsule. Then, I brandish the Staff of Ysera and fire a bolt of emerald lightning down into the volcano, blasting away the crushing rocks. To finish off, I start draining the lava. As soon as there is any spot for them to stand on, the corrupted ones howl and shriek their tainted hunting cries and pounce down to shred the Capsule some more, uncaring about the heat. After what seems like days or even weeks of phantom bloodlusting creatures attacking and tearing, howling and snarling, appearing and vanishing to and from nowhere but the depths of the darkest nightmares, the Capsule finally returns to the battlefield, no less than a minute after it left, baring all the wounds, potion effects and dementia it suffered in the Dream.
Back in the Dream, I overlooked the pit of corrupted ones, all hunting for more blood. What shallow respect I won with them is going to be fading soon because there is nothing else to kill. I would collapse more rocks in on them, but I know it won't actually do anything. These creatures aren't really physical beings and so can't be defeated like that. It might delay them a little, but delay them from doing what? Wilson is already far enough away, I made sure of that, and there aren't any other creatures around, so this might actually be the best place for them. And so, I left them there and returned to the battlefield.
Hah... there. 3 posts for this round. And now I have no other ideas for anything...
Why not call it the Cockpit?
Critted 70,000 damage to both Barriers and a Leg! You use the Kitsune Charm and Potion Supply to Blind, Wither, Freeze, Poison, Burn, Bleed, Corrupt, and Fear the Cockpit in addition to all of that! ...Wow.
I suddenly gain the time to make a single post this turn, since everyone else is playing Terraria!
I summon a huge, gilded statue of TT2000 and drop it on the Omega Barrier. The Omega Barrier is so busy praying to the statue and honoring it as its god that it does not notice the statue melting into molten gold and dissolving the Barrier.
I draw power from the latest Terraria update, summoning the Lunatic Cultist and setting him to attacking the Doomsday Ring. Bolts of lightning, balls of ice, and fireballs cannon into it, before a blast from the Ring takes him out in one hit, coincidentally unleashing the Celestial Event! Four massive shielded pillars appear in the air, and I quickly direct all the enemies they spawn to attack the Ring as well! The Ring defends itself, killing the mooks until the shields of each pillar go down. I grip the pillars with a telekinetic grip, launching them, one by one, at the Ring. Each one cracks open on impact, revealing wispy fragments of immense power that I quickly collect before all four explode with celestial power, dealing a tremendous blow to the Ring!
A message appears in chat:
Impending doom approaches...
TO BE CONTINUED, ASSUMING MORE POSTS HAPPEN
(Note: If the Ring is dead, this post targets one of the Legs. If all the Legs are dead, the Omega Barrier is attacked.)
I raise my copy of Ultimatum, look at it for a moment, and throw it into the air. There is a sizzling sound, and every scrap of arcane power leaves the weapon, rendering it useless and causing it to crumble into dust. Then the surviving Ceres' Despair, energy consumed to join the jolt of power growing above me. My armor's reactor goes into overdrive, pumping ludicrous amounts of monochromic fire into the same energetic construct. Then my collection of legacy alchemies begins to fade into powder, their alchemical spark consumed. May I cut in, Drop the Bass, the Atom Smasher, Falling Out, Return to Sender, Conniver's Ammunition, the Mercurian Malady, all gone to serve the flame. The White Dwarf sings a final song of unnatural white light as it is consumed, the tip of its mini-4wall Scratching an impossible design into the Record Scratcher's disk, producing an immense fountain of creation's power to join to still-growing cloud. One each of the Helbringers and Hellbreakers are thrown to oblivion, leaving only half of each set. The Antiparticle Beam Cannon reappears at last from the void where Doc Scratch threw it, its reaction chamber overfilling, detonating, and being, too, consumed. The various iterations left over from the HAC Tesseract's creation {SS Grayscale, Lovecraftian Deck, Adminium Admiral, Velocity's Craft, European Explorer, The Fusion's Falcon, The Bold Goer, Monochrome's Magneto, and the SS Supernova} all overload their reactors, cruiser-sized monochromium cores burning every scrap of fuel in seconds to produce an enormous shock of power for the sphere in my hands before they are themselves consumed utterly to serve it.
The Transceiver in my armor kicks online, petaled limbs of anomalous alloys extending themselves toward the sky, consuming the massive sphere of raw energy I've created and beaming it to an installation far overhead.
Solar-LASER Ortillery Satellite 572b suffered Transceiver failure soon after its deployment by Anachron, and was assumed to be destroyed. As such, it was left behind, the last killsat of my make in the solar system, mounted with one of the most powerful lasers ever constructed. No, really, this thing could look the Death Star in the focus optics, make a rude gesture, and blow it to kingdom come. Anyway, it's spent the last few months getting its transceiver working again. You can imagine my surprise when it popped up on my HUD this afternoon to inform me that it wanted a target.
Its power cells fill, develop Hammerspace power storage, fill again, expand it, and at last carry all available energy. Electrons flow from the deep-storage banks into the massive array of capacitors that feeds the laser itself, filling them too, and the recursive toroidal focus optics that allow for the laser's outstanding power begin to spin up...
I grab the HAC Tesseract's undercarriage as it sails overhead, taking me high into the sky, the last ship of its product line still extant. Having reached about ten thousand meters, a designation suite in my right hand warms up for the first and last time in six months now, I point at the Cockpit, and in an instant of flickering data, nearly-sentient targeting computers find the optimal strikepoint, run the correct information through my still-active Transceiver, and order bombardment.
In high-orbit three hundred and fifty miles above, Solar-LASER Ortillery Satellite 572b receives the first and only targeting data it will ever know, thinks about how best to complete the fire mission for a few million CPU cycles, otherwise known as .1 milliseconds, registers that the focus optics have their charge ready, and fires.
The normal image of orbital laser weapons is that of a huge beam coming from the sky to destroy everything, a column of red light thirty feet across that burns through all things like the wrath of a particularly up-to-date god. SLOS-572b does not use that type of laser, effective as it is. Rather, it gathers all the energy it can muster into a perfectly-linear beam so narrow as to maintain a ~4 millimeter dot at a range of five hundred miles in atmosphere. It doesn't even use a frequency of light visible to the naked eye, but rather one which excells at passing through gasses without losing coherency. There is no great flash of light in the sky, no beam from the heavens. No, there is simply a flicker of brightness as the occasional bird, raindrop, or target becomes subatomic particles, then an obliterating roar as it reaches something it cannot cut through, scatters into a vast, upward-facing cone of light, and obliterates everything near it in a wash of flame, leaving a perfectly round, glass-edged hole burned through absolutely everything down to bedrock, including the Cockpit just to the left of the Godmodder's head. More energy than modern-day earth has used in the last four hundred years directed into a single beam.
The plasmastorm ignited by the laser's backblast begins to fade, leaving the Cockpit open again for a fraction of a second. And then there is another flicker of annihilated seagulls, a second hole through every defense the Cockpit has, another all-consuming blast of reflected light. Rather smaller this time, it would seem. You might think that means the weapon is getting weaker with each shot, but it is in fact the opposite. With each shot, it better learns how best to apply the beam's energy to a target. At last the storm calms again, the INCARNATE turning to find an irritating speck of pain-inducing metal in the sky, and then another beam, and another and another, firing once a second in an unending stream of steadily worsening agony, burning five-millimeter holes through important components with every shot, leaving backscatter burns on everything it passes near, lighting what remains of the air aflame. At last it ends, the satellite's storage exhausted, its coolant vented into nothing, its optics burned away. Registering the INCARNATE's main center of mass still physically existing as a failed mission, it fires the last drops of its fuel out a thruster, knocking itself from orbit atop the Cockpit like a million-ton, technologically advanced falling star, broadcasting an abject apology for its "failure" on every band until the very last instant. Almost sentient, it was. And no more.
Omega Barrier, Alpha Barrier, and remaining Leg destroyed!
The world begins to shake, before stopping. The world darkens, before lightening again. Finally, a massive flash of light heralds the appearance of the final boss of Terraria, the Moon Lord, a floating Cthulhuesque abomination possessed of eyes on his hands, a glowing-tentacled face, and a very mean disposition. I immediately direct his attention towards the Cockpit, and he roars in anger. A third eye on his head opens, and he fires a resoundingly powerful beam of energy at the Omega Barrier, beginning a massive fight between him and the Cockpit. Eventually, the Omega Barrier a smoking ruin, the Moon Lord roars in anguish and is defeated. I quickly pick up his drops, and an evil smile comes over my face as what seems like an unassuming prism enters my inventory.
ONCE AGAIN, TO BE CONTINUED
(If the Omega Barrier is dead, target a Leg. If the Legs are destroyed also, target the Alpha Barrier. If everything's dead, kill the Shell.)
I file paperwork to the divine city of Yu-Shan. Appealing to Saturn; The Maiden of Endings, change fate in favor of a swift conclusion to the Doomsday Ring.
I quickly pull out an item that looks like a blue rose stuck into a bottle of dark blue liquid and modify it to add a port, which I quickly connect to a tank of mana potion. I pin four emblems on myself, each having a different image; one a golden fireball, another a dark red x, another a gold skull, and another looking like the dark red emblem crossed with a magnet. I set down the Mana Flower just near me, before taking out the Last Prism and powering it up. Six colored beams slowly charge and converge, before fusing into a lifeform disintegration rainbow that tears through any parts of the Cockpit still left standing, augmented by the four emblems and powered by the glowing, modified Mana Flower, consuming mana potion and feeding it into my body as pure magic.
The Cockpit is blown backwards, falling from the Incarnate, all of its systems desynchronizing as the Godmodder tumbles through the air, watching explosions and fire leak out of his Cockpit... It meets the end of its descent only at bedrock itself, where it slams into solid ground and skids across the surface for several hundred blocks before finally stopping... All of you know in your gut that this is it. It's time. You leap off of the Incarnate, fly through the air, and land onto bedrock to meet the Godmodder. All of your entities and the Legion of Godmodders do so as well. Split and I are the last to catch up. The Few are holding the Eclipse up now, so I'm relieved from duty. Jeez... I felt like Atlas over there for a while. Not fun.
After several agonizing seconds, the Cockpit re-rights itself and uses its thrusters to hover in the air... The only thing left of the Cockpit is the actual Cockpit Shell itself... Everything else has been completely decimated by you all, and only in a matter of turns, no less! Even though there were an abnormal amount of actions, the creativity put into them shone through now more than ever, and the fruit of your labor has now grown - the Godmodder, trapped in his Shell, is officially at the end of his rope. He yells.
GODMODDER: NO. DON'T. DON'T COME ANY CLOSER.
GODMODDER: I'M NOT KIDDING HERE. IF ANY OF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP.
GODMODDER: I AM GOING TO EVISCERATE YOU. I... I HAVE ALL THE POWER IN THE WORLD!
GODMODDER: I'M A BEING OF... No, no, I used that already... nonononononono...
GODMODDER: NONONONONONONO! RED DRAGON, DAMMIT! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU???
The Godmodder, who now rates at an 8.4 on the Hamminess Scale, continues to rage at the skies, finally realizing the gravity of the situation he has now trapped himself in.
GODMODDER: Alright, you know what, FINE. So what if I don't need a being of infinite power. I can do this on my own. I've DONE THIS ON MY OWN.
GODMODDER: What did the Red Dragon even do, huh? Besides throw up a few waves of seawater here and there?
GODMODDER: Who was pulling the brunt of this, hmm? ME. IT HAS ALWAYS. EVER. BEEN ME.
GODMODDER: I'm the only AGH
A shimmering red claw of energy has punctured through the Cockpit Shell and is dragging the Cockpit upwards, up to what looks like a crude face drawn out in the sky, with eyes that seem to be cutting through reality itself, and a gaping mouth that leads to unfathomable catacombs where only the deepest and darkest horrors lie, conjured up only in the most twisted of nightmares. If there's one thing the Red Dragon is not right now, it's pleased.
YOU DARE?
Those two singular words cause the earth to shake as much as an earthquake, carry as much weight as a tornado, tear through all of you like a tsunami, seemingly explode the earth with the power of a volcano. The Godmodder goes completely silent, the Cockpit trembling. It's as if, even without sentience, it knows how bad this is.
I HAVE DONE MUCH FOR YOU IN THIS FINAL BATTLE . I GAVE YOU MY POWERS, I HELPED THE HEAVENS KNEEL TO YOUR FEET, I WASHED AWAY YOUR ENEMIES, AND HOW DO YOU REPAY ME? WITH TANTRUMS.
YOU DENOUNCE ME AND REJECT ME. YET YOU ARE GOING TO FIND AN UGLY TRUTH, RICHARD. I AM NOT EASILY REMOVED. PERHAPS THESE FEW CAN STOP ME. BUT I WILL BE ETERNALLY WATCHING. WAITING. AS I WAS. IF I AM SEALED AWAY, IT ONLY SERVES AS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO RETURN.
AND MY MARK ON YOU WILL NEVER FADE. MAKING A DEAL WITH A DEVIL IS NOT SOMETHING TO TAKE LIGHTLY. IT CAN COST HEALTH, MIND, AND SOUL. PR PERHAPS, SOMETIMES EVEN GIVE SOUL. BUT A TWISTED MOCKERY, AND ONE SCULPTED BY ME. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING. CREATION CAN BIRTH DESTRUCTION.
I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU SOME ADVICE, AND THEN I WILL NO LONGER SERVE YOU. DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL, BUT AT THE VERY LEAST, LISTEN.
YOU HOLD IMMENSE POWER. YOU HAVE RISEN YOUR WAY TO THE TOP. AND YET YOU ARE NOT CONTENT THERE. YOU WANT MORE. SO YOU SEARCH FOR MORE AND OBTAIN IT. AND THEN YOU WONDER WHY YOU DRAW THE ATTENTION OF OTHER BEINGS.
THERE ARE BEINGS IN THIS UNIVERSE, AND OTHERS, MUCH MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU, WISE BEYOND THEIR YEARS. SOME OF THEM YOU HAVE ATTEMPTED TO FIGHT HEAD ON. HAS THIS EVER WORKED OUT FOR YOU? HAVE YOU GAINED ANYTHING EXCEPT RAGE? PERHAPS A DESIRE TO DO BETTER, BUT HERE YOU ARE. DEFEATED. AGAIN.
YOU CLAIM TO HAVE MASTERED RAGE, BUT FALL VICTIM TO IT ALL TOO OFTEN. LEARN TO CONTROL YOURSELF. GO BACK TO YOUR ROOTS. DO NOT THINK AS BIG NEXT TIME, IF THERE EVEN IS ONE. DO WHAT YOU DO WHAT BEST. DO NOT BECOME SOMETHING THAT YOU ARE NOT.
EVERY ORGANISM HAS A PARTICULAR NICHE. IF, SUDDENLY, AN ORGANISM OCCUPIES ANOTHER'S NICHE, ONLY ONE THING CAN BE BRED: COMPETITION. WHAT COMPETITION DO YOU WANT? BETWEEN THOSE WEAKER THAN YOU, SO YOU CAN EXERCISE CONTROL? OR BETWEEN THOSE GREATER THAN YOU, SO YOU CAN BE TAUGHT CONTROL?
I LEAVE YOU THAT. GOODBYE, RICHARD. I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY MARK. I HOPE ALL OF YOU DO.
With that, the Red Dragon turns to the Few, releasing the Cockpit from its grip, which once again slams to the ground. The Few immediately springs back into action, preparing their last action. From each of their hands come holographic purple chains that skewer the Red Dragon's mass, which isn't so infinite as it used to be thanks to the scientific reasoning of Talist. The Few finds it now much easier to bind the Red Dragon's mass to nine pillars, and they open a wormhole throughout time and space, lowering the Red Dragon through it.
NOW, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE, BRINE. WE HAVE DECIDED TO BANISH YOU TO LIMBO, WHERE YOU WILL GRADUALLY LOSE ALL FORM. YOU ARE IN THE HANDS OF OUR DESCENDANTS NOW. GO. BE BANISHED.
The Red Dragon is thrown into the vortex, all traces of its reach disappearing from Minecraftia. He lands in Limbo a millisecond after the vortex is closed, yet the explosion created when he landed can be felt all the way from GodCraft. The Few then congregates below the Eclipse, which is dangerously close to falling onto the server... All nine of them tense up, lighting up with purple energy, and, with a mighty heave, cast the Eclipse into the heavens. The moon of GodCraft sails throughout space, its Doom Bullets being knocked off course - permanently. The Eclipse ends up exploding when it reaches the now-vacant position of the Sun. A mighty shockwave hurtles throughout the server, toppling everyone and everything over and pushing GodCraft backwards. The visions and images in the sky subside.
The apocalypse is over.
The Few shrink back to normal size, the purple energy flickering out of them... The Legion quickly assembles nine summoning circles and the Few step into them, disappearing in columns of purple light. Everyone watches them ascend... And then, the Cockpit heads back into an upright position, menacing laughter coming from it.
GODMODDER: Alright, I'm going to admit. That speech was pretty effective.
GODMODDER: I suppose... that he might have been right about all of that.
GODMODDER: But whatever. It's time to finish this. The Eclipse may have just been unceremoniously ended... But you still have ten million health to get through!
GODMODDER: Only a Comb Rave could punch through this, and a superpowered one at that!
TT2000 slowly floats into the air, a golden glow supercharging his action. He feels invigorated, empowered, like he can do anything. So he thinks of one thing he can do, and one thing he feels he can unlock to great effect using this attack's effects. TT hovers down onto the ground, shuts his eyes, and concentrates. He thinks far back, to his time as the Game Master of the Narrative, two years ago. He remembers the power he had felt, the power to reshape reality, concentrated through the use of but a forum game.
It comes back to him. Crackles of green lightning, energy unknowable. Visions of far-off lands and the lives of everyone on Earth, nigh-omniscience and omnipotence, all granted by a merge with a Half Guardian. Some of those powers remain, and TT accessed them once before, simply by concentrating - just like this. He experienced visions of the future, of a Scratch Construct and a Scratch, and of government Protocols that would lead to Projects, and soon, Arrivals. All this he saw through a sudden surge of unrivaled green power, the ability to see beyond all.
Now, he can do so much more, yet through different intent. Now TT does not seek the powers of divination, only unnatural strength. The power to end the Godmodder's reign once and for all. And so he concentrates, retreating into the darkest recesses of his mind, channeling enough mental fortitude and strength to unlock the powers that still lay hidden inside of his dreamscape. He experiences flickers of pain, intense pain. But he presses on, a dull green glow surrounding him as he retreats deeper into his own head.
And then, just like that, he finds something. A Green Sun, dim and dying, but there. Soon it will fade completely, but now, with the power of this huge Comb Rave, it can be restored and revived, a king of solar flares and the highest-reaching of prominences. TT extends his hands and channels every fiber of his being, willing the Sun to expand. There's a flicker, and another, and then the Sun roars back to life, expanding extremely rapidly. TT reels back, green light emanating from his eyes and mouth, his skin cracking and flaking off, uttering an inhuman roar as his form phases out of existence, revealing images from realms unknown and locales beyond.
A huge crescendo of flame appears, with TT caught in the middle. He tenses up, shimmering white wings protrude from his body, a coronal halo appears over his head, and that's the last thing anyone sees for several seconds. When the light calms down, TT's body is pure white, his eyes are green flame, his wings are crackling with energy, and his halo is shining down on everything nearby. In his hands is the brightest bow any of you have ever seen: a scaled-up version of Forge's Light, made for the hands of a First Guardian: New Horizons. TT's body flickers with green energy and yellow electricity, and afterimages of him plague everyone's vision.
Without warning, TT phases out of existence and appears in multiple locations around the Cockpit, striking everywhere at once, New Horizons' arrows cutting through the Cockpit's Shell like hot butter. Green fire is everywhere, and shining through it all is TT. All the ammunition and weaponry the Godmodder fires at him is phased through his body and appears again through a silhouette of him, merely hitting the Cockpit Shell! All of you watch in awe... He's a one-man fighting machine, shining with divinity even more powerful than Sepulchritude.
TT separates New Horizons into two parts, which are both honed to fine points that are more intense than any sword ever forged in the game. TT throws them at the Cockpit and they surge through the sky in unpredictable arcs, electricity trailing behind them as the cut through the Shell, narrowly missing the Godmodder each time! And all the while, the spinning bows, now like boomerangs, are firing arrows in all directions, lighting up everything all around with intense green flame.
Eventually, the green flame is surging extremely high, reaching heights of hundreds of blocks, images of events and past and present being displayed inside of them. You see the creation of the server, the terror of One-Winged Angel Kirby as the skies turned blood-red, the portal of the Zomcamera, the bloody carnage of the Horseless Headless Horsemann, the impending doom of Zero Hour as the sky turned white, the UOSS which blocked out the Sun, the sense of loss you all felt as the Update Terminal's connection was severed, the arrival of the Homestuck Invasion, my appearance onto the Battlefield, the fight against The Felt that lasted all too long, Split's ambitions, thrones, and grotesque ideals (Hey!), the climatic Shatter that ended in both parties dead, the death of Doc Scratch, Lord English, and the First Block, tons upon tons of fish, the true nature of Project Binary, a space-like Gyarados, dark thunderheads and sentient candy, a massive battle of armies, a fight against the unfathomable power of the Glitch, the final wave of boss-like Mechs, the horrific form of Demonhead Mobster Kingpin II, the nigh-unstoppable reach of the Vord, the suckerpunch that was Psi-Scratch's ascension, an ophicleide homicide, the rise and fall of the Godmodder's Tower, and now, the apocalypse itself, one that was only narrowly avoided.
All of this is seen in the flames, and as TT gathers his hands and shapes the flames into a massive sphere that ebbs and flows with green energy, you see the curtains close on all of those events and a new horizon open, a new gateway, a new path - one that starts here and now, with the destruction of the Godmodder. TT slices his hands through the air, and the sphere shrinks to the size of a pinprick over the course of one second, an ear-filling cacophony that is cut short when the sphere reaches minimal mass. And then, TT sees someone else hovering beside him: me.
Oh, come on. This is an attack centered around First Guardians. It only makes sense that I join in. Yes Split, I can see you muttering, don't think I can't. You interrupted me once, even if it was only an interjection. Don't do it again.
I raise my hand, green flames coursing across it, aiming towards the speck of light. TT follows my lead and does so. A massive shockwave of light emanates from the speck, causing a green outline to appear over the ruined Cockpit, which flies into the Incarnate, slamming against it with so much force that the Incarnate sways. The Godmodder struggles to get out or at least do something, but finds that he can't. TT and I fly up to the Incarnate, the speck following us, staying in between us and the mech. We stop pointing at it, and an extremely low hum fills the ears of everyone left in the universe.
The speck grows to the size of a small cube, barely visible. There's a whining noise, and particles of light fly out of the cube, which grows to a rectangle, and continues growing. You all can see images reflected in it that you can't identify, pixels in the grand spectrum of reality. There's another noise, and even more light flies out, the rectangle rotates, its entire perspective and sense of positioning changing. It continues to grow, even more pixels being displayed, not growing taller, just wider. There's another noise, another repositioning. You all are now aware of an intense arpeggiated noise reverberating and echoing across the entire server, the focal point of which is from the rectangle itself.
There are several more repositionings and flashes of light, until the rectangle reaches a point at which it does not continue to grow, and stays at a fixed size. The arpeggio abruptly stops as we shift our hands upwards, the rectangle repositioning itself over and over and over again, spinning so intensely that electricity and fire begins to form around it. The rectangle flips vertically so it is now perpendicular to the ground rather than parallel, and you can all see it spinning so fast that it now resembles a circle rather than a rectangle.
Green energy spreads across the circle, which flickers with the holographic image of the Green Sun itself, the source of our powers. We rise up in the air along with the rectangle, which is now, for all purposes, a copy of the Green Sun's form. Massive amounts of light and heat are generated from the Sun, drowning out all else. And then, we point our hands at the Incarnate, giving our final weapon a target. The Sun goes on a crash-course for the Incarnate, and when it connects, you all swear your games slow down to compensate, beam upon beam upon beam of sunlight appearing as the rectangle's motion stops, transferring all of its kinetic energy into other, lethal forms.
And just like that, it is over. There is a great flash of light. No. There is the greatest flash of light. The most powerful illumination ever conceived in the universe, exceeding even the Light created at the beginning of time, the one that gave the Red Dragon a shadow. It comes in many colors: jade, lime, white, and even somehow, black. What should be the absence of light is spreading divinity and creativity across all corners of the cosmos, the light expanding far past the planet's boundaries, past the solar system's boundaries, and across every other now-dead Minecraft world, across the ruins of the apocalypse, and past the boundaries of the universe itself. Rings of light and power echo across the Trifecta, shining as a beacon for all to see and for all to fondly regard.
Project Binary sees it, far off in the distance, as does the human race, yet only as a green speck of light. No one knows what it does except him. He knows all too well. It is visible in the ruins of Alternia, again, as a green speck amongst the stars. And even in the session of Sburb, which is about to be Scratched, it is visible across the reaches of the Furthest Ring, only as a green speck. What it started out as is what it has become. Yet those on GodCraft, in the heart of a new beginning, know its true power. They now know the joy of creation.
The Incarnate is completely disassembled in the carnage, its parts suspended midair inside of the lime conflagration that now comprises GodCraft. Everything on its surface is now sterilized down to the core, all traces of life extinguished, erased. It is, in essence, now a cube of bedrock, utterly destroyed, stripped down to its bare bones. The Incarnate's parts explode with varying intensity and frequency, shrapnel raining down everywhere. And the Cockpit Shell does not go out with a bang, but with a whimper. It is gradually and steadily erased, turning into dust, until its inner mechanisms are revealed and exposed, shorting out and exploding. The Godmodder is knocked into the air by the impact, and all of you lunge at him. TT kicks him downwards, I slam into him with the force of a stampede, generic shoots dice at him, Cobalt yells Billy Mays quotes into his ears, crystalcat and Erelye use their combined magic to send him flying downwards, gutza and Fseftr snipes him with lasers, Irecreeper breaks a chair over his head, Talist slaps him into oblivion, Maniac slashes across him with his scythes, Eric kicks him up into a TIE-Fighter and sends it into a crash course with the ground (the Godmodder bounces up into the air as a result), and every other player plays their part in sending the Godmodder on a path to the ground - a path as torturous as possible. When the Godmodder finally reaches terra firma, he slams into it, watching the ruins of the Incarnate cascade down around him.
The green inferno ultimately dissipates as TT's Rave fades, the color returning to his skin and the power fading from his body. He topples over to the ground and is caught by members of the Legion, but recovers. The absolute carnage of the attack completely fills up the Impetus Comb meter, making room for a thirteenth Comb Rave! Everyone forms a ring around the Godmodder, who is now utterly beaten and has nothing left to hide behind. The Legion of Godmodders, every remaining member, takes their time to spit in the Godmodder's face. UserZero saves hers for last. Yet, the Legion retreats.
"We've come to a decision," they tell you. "We're going to let you all have the chance to destroy Richard. We played our part, and even though this would be sweet, sweet revenge... We feel it's right. You all fought this war, not us. We were just lucky enough to catch the tail end of it. Now go on," they all say, smirking. They open up a portal, the entities they had summoned for you fading away, no longer useful. All of them pass through, except UserZero, who looks back at you and gives a psychopathic grin, one last time.
"Go on. Destroy the Godmodder. For all of us."
And then, they are gone.
All of you look at the Godmodder. Split and I retreat, also wanting you all to have the finishing blow. You mean you want them to have the finishing blow! I'm gonna take it! I've still got Perfect Split to use! Split. You're killing the mood. I've killed lots of things. This's par for the course. Don't make me kill you again. I could still retcon you from existence, you know. We've never tried that. Like you'd kill your brother. ...You're not my- Oh my god ENOUGH ALREADY. YOU'RE KILLING THE MOOD WORSE THAN I AM NOW. Just let them have their chance... Before I change my mind.
...Alright. I'm getting a little overwhelmed just thinking about this... Okay, okay. I'm ready.
All of you look at the Godmodder, one last time. He looks back at you, coughing. And then, he gets up... and doubles over in pain, absolutely shrieking. Blue flame envelops his body, and you all realize what's happening... Because you all have destroyed the Incarnate, the sixth Trial is... COMPLETE! A granite pillar appears where the Incarnate stood, with a resounding thud. And then, it is cut in half, slamming down onto the ground, signifying the end. Yet the Godmodder doesn't take any damage... It looks like he designed the Trials so that you all could have the honors. Or at the very least, one of you. Only the most original, epic, and flashy attack will be the one to destroy the Godmodder...
With that statement in mind, there's only one question left.
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. TT2000: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%. Crusher48: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor.DEAD.
Talist: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
Nimbleguy: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TSFHISEPIC: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
FINALBATTLESTARTSNOW: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
mythicZoologist: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
babysphee: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage every turn.
ProofofconcepT: [PG] HP: 20/20.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 20/20.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 25/25.
K4yne: [N] HP: 25/25.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
engie_ninja: [N] HP:25/25.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, that's absolutely hilarious! Richard? Did you expect something different? Coming against deities, super powered entities, and beings with the ability to respawn? You unobservant fool, did you not even notice the Comb Rave TT2000 had saved up? You proclaim yourself to be a god, but you are not. Your name is Richard. It will always be Richard. And you should feel happy you have that name. At the end of the day, you have a home you can return to. I? I am only here to show you your foolishness. I have come here only because there was a chance you could prevail. Rejoice in that. You had a slim chance to prevail, so long as forces from outside did not come in. But then you tried to start the freaking Apocalypse. I was the first in a long line of beings waiting outside this universe with power that exceeds your own that would have stopped you. But that wasn't necessary. One person trying to sow Chaos can override a hundred trying to sow Order. But not forever. Eventually, the person sowing Chaos will fall. Then again, shouldn't you have figured that out already? This is Destroy the Godmodder 2! You fell about two years ago! You have lost once already, and so you tried to stack the deck and be more ambitious. AND YOU STILL LOST.
You have interfered in matters that should have been left alone, you foolish child. Now you shall pay the price. The Apocalypse will come at its own time, without your decision. You said this universe would vanish?
NOT TODAY!!! THIS UNIVERSE IS ALL OURS! SO YOU VANISH!!!"
SHOWTIME!
AND FOR THE FINALE, ONE KO PUNCH/OTHER ATTACK!!!
I use Broggy Bonker on the Godmodder, and follow it up with a Falling Star. My expertise with Bowser's Inside Story makes these attacks Excellent. And, if that doesn't finish him off, I Ground Pound a meteor into his face!
And, on his fallen body, I use the final Comb Rave as well!
"I mean, it's not like we're going to use it at any other point, right?"
And finally, I take some power from every spoil of war. It forms into a sphere, which stains my arms in red.
"This is a crystal of power, which we have nurtured through our journey. An orb that repels fabrications of all sorts, dispels lies, and shines upon the truth: You are no god. You are not that powerful. You are a sad, lonely man named Richard who is having a temper tantrum, because you are failing to do what you set out to do: push others down in a vain hope to make yourself feel as if you are somehow superior."
The orb leaves my hands, and the red disappears from my arms. It floats behind me, as spiritual representations of all the players who ever fought and used their respawns against the Godmodder congregate.
"Even if you were to become a god, against all odds, others would rise up against you until you fell. During your quest to become more than anyone ever could, you have forgotten this basic fact."
The orb and the spiritual representations become one being, a strange man in a white suit of armor with a strange sword reminiscent of the Infinity Blade. The being is about a tenth of the size of The Incarnate, and not solid in any way, but the sheer power forces all except me and the Godmodder to their knees; the Godmodder could not fall to his knees if he tried.
"Here is another gift, Richard, a taste of the power a god holds. Cherish it, for you shall never get closer to a god's power than to have it used on you. IZANAGI NO OKAMI! MYRIAD TRUTHS!!!"
The being raises his sword and spins it around its center of gravity in a circle. He builds up an immense amount of power, then unleashes a sudden explosion, as all the power jumps from the sword to the Godmodder instantly.
The being vanishes, having fulfilled his purpose. He leaves behind Richard, who has been stripped of his title by Myriad Truths, and been hit with the equivalent of an explosion with 1 googol times the power of the Big Bang.
"RICHARD? THAT IS THE POWER OF A GOD. BE VERY GLAD YOU GOT TO EXPERIENCE IT. AND WHEN YOU INEVITABLY RESPAWN, REMEBER THIS: YOU WILL NEVER CONTROL THIS POWER. THAT WAS YOUR MISTAKE, TRYING TO GAIN GODLIKE POWER."
I toss Split the Broken Anachronism he so kindly stabbed me to help create, all the way back in Trial 4. And by that I mean I stab him with my Broken Anachronism and give him a Gatekeeper's Scythe.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/4/2014
Posts:
159
Location:
{NOT FOUND}
Minecraft:
Amperzand
Xbox:
Nope.
PSN:
Nope.
Member Details
Point of fact, I did claim the Nether Spire. Pretty sure I did, anyway. On the other hand, I fully endorse its use here, and had completely forgotten about it for reasons of burnout. If I'd remembered its existance I'd have used it to minicrit my semipseudouberattack last turn.
[MZ]: That you'd opened a gateway you really shouldn't have.
Those who have been watching may have realized by now that large expenditures of magical energy cause my mantle of static to flare larger. Even those who don't may notice the spiraling pillar of black, white, and grey forming around me to mean something big is about to happen.
[MZ]: Unstoppable Fountain...
[MZ]: Of The Depths!
I strike at the ground beneath me, a wave of static flowing from where I punched, down into the ground, where it vanishes with a flash of blue light.
Causing a hole to open, from which a massive, impeccably crafted fountain in the shape of an immense serpent rises, 5 minecraftian blocks wide, and 10 high.
The sudden steam of high-pressure water that gushes out forms a tidal wave, surging outwards in a circle of crushing force, followed by a single bolt of torrential force aimed at the Godmodder.
Even after my attack, the serpentine fountain remains, it's water slowing to that of a gentle stream, suitable for consumption by any creature, protected from being poisoned, salted or otherwise made undrinkable.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/23/2014
Posts:
275
Location:
The Void
Minecraft:
Upsilon
Member Details
Post 1
(GREEN)Well, I have an attack prepared right here...(END GREEN) Eglarbroad equips the Tophat, the Tubas, and the Elemental Hammer. Perdito, Aer, and Ordo flow from the Origin Staff into the Elemental Hammer. Essentia pools into the hammer, and combine into Tempus. Eglarbroad whirls the hammer, and slams it into the ground. Tempus essential is infused into 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. In the distant past, the landscape is washed with gray. A malfunctioning robot is washed in the waves of time, with an omnipresent shape flying out, blocked from travel to the destination by a blinded deal. A village saved from destruction by a glitch. A mystic train headed for an unknown destination in time, swept away by the flood. A shattered castle, invaded by otherworldly forces. The wave of anomalies ventures to other universes. A portal from 1982, a completely regular dad, a ship set for the stars, a pixelated heart, a spacial lord, and a certain crystal. Hidden in a place far from time, frozen landscapes appear. The castle, train, ship, and more pop into existence. Eglarbroad appears in this place, a place far from the laws of physics. The wheel around him slows to a stop, constantly glitching in and out of existence. A blue box blinks into existence, crashing towards nothingness. A brown, furry creature jumps out, and the box flies to another place in time and space. Eglarbroad finds a Curative Vat, and jumps in along with Nimbleguy. Bubbles pop on top of a specially formulated liquid. The Vat leaks a peculiar gas, and heat overwhelms. Order degrades, and the Vat activates. Eglarbroad and Nimbleguy fuse… Past and present, present and future. Corruption mends, suit reforming. Gerbil runs towards the Vat, and disappears. Panes of glass crack, about to shatter. Heat and pressure almost too much for the Vat. The world, unable to cope, glitches between Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad. As the mix is about to stabilize… crckk… tssss…. BOOOOOOoOoOoomm… Disorder contained within the Vat explodes outward, the world superheating. Everything destabilizing, the world collapsing. The ring re-activates, shining blue into the monochrome world. Time starts, and the laws of physics appear. Nimblebroad glitches the world, teleporting out… hovering in front of the Godmodder, supercharged with powers from across space and time.
Hey there, Richard.
(GREEN)He changed his name.(END GREEN)
Ah. Surprised to see me again?
(GREEN)Well, we're back together.(END GREEN)
Glitched together, of course.
(GREEN)Gerbil, are you there?(END GREEN)
(BROWN)Ye-(END BROWN)
(BROWN)Squeak!(END BROWN)
(GREEN)Well, seems like these fluctuations are cutting off our dialoug-(END GREEN)
No matter. The wheel switch between many symbols, and the Tubas activate.
First off-
(GREEN)Why don't we try out the classics?(END GREEN) Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Super Power Ninja Turbo Neo Ultra Hyper Mega Multi Alpha Meta Extra Uber Prefix Combo Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Meteor Shower Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Elemental Tri-beam Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Primal Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Null Cube Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad start glitching faster, Tubas switching between past and present before attacks can even be prepared… Įmp̷ro͜ba̶ble̸ ͟Ǹull̷&V̀o͠id̡ Botadm̨od͜d͟i̡n̶g͘ ̨Ny̴an Noǵàl̡i̧s͞t͡i͠c̛ F̡at́io҉n I̶n͏f҉erna͘l͝ ̡Con̡cl̷av͟e͡ Gl͝i̸t͞b͘as ͞u҉p͘g͢r͝ad҉ed͞ ͡with͟ ͞R҉as҉ic Tu͝ba͘s̢ ̛of ̧Y̛g͏ǵdr̴a̴si̶l ̀=̷=> N͢y̡a̷nso͘ųl̴ Mu̢͞s͏h̨́r̷̸oo͏͘m͠͏y͝ ̶͘͠G̀ų̸͟ll&̀͘ỳ̶an ̧͘͝Né͢w͟ìt̶cǫ̴͟p͝p͘ȩ̷r҉͢ ̡͘͡V͝è̷l̨d̨͜͞r҉͘͘i̷҉̨c̴͟a̡͝l̨͜n̵͘a̧lu̶̡͠báv́e̢de̴͞d̀ w͏įţh͝ ̡Rǫ͢n͞͏c͜͝i͘s͘m͟i͜c̶͡͞ ̢T̸̡u̴͟͢b҉̸a̷̡s̕ ͢͡ơ͘f̡̕ ̨̡=̡=̶̛>̡́ ̛͝==̛́́>̡͠ ̧͞V̂̃ͮ͐ͪ̂̇̋͊ͨ̈̋̆͗͏҉͚̺̺͇͈̟̰̥̬̮̳̭̰̗̬͖͓͓͡ͅM̷̢̛͈̦̰̮̙̙͔̱̓͂̆̃̍ͪ́ͫ̐̓̚͞ͅP̸̂̔̄ͩ͗ͯ̏ͭ͒̾̕͏̯̜̣͇̪̪ͅ The universe becomes unable to cope with two times in one, two creations in a single object…
Wh
(GREEN)o(END GREEN)
no
A failsafe triggers, and glitches envelop Nimblebroad. A slight green light leaks and… He disappears, lost in a quarantining script run by the Source Code of Reality… Left on the ground are the Tubas, still violently switching between past and present forms, and a bottle. The Tubas vibrating, shaking. The Tubas and the bottle fall to the ground, with the bottle falling in the tubas… The mycelium goes crazy. A tree, train, a certain symbol, a testificate, a world tree, a vortex, a star, a tuba, a prince. Signs of the future, made by the mycelium. Branches of the great tree Yggdrasil churn out of the bell of the tubas, wrapped into a cylinder. Light shines out, and a train barrels through. Powered by exitement and hype, rocket thrusters fire. The train soars into the air, and slams into the ground. A bottle is tossed from the remains of the train, which are now screeching across the ground. The train tumbles, and slams into the Godmodder. Thrusters fire, and the train escapes, flying out to another point in time and space. The bottle flies in the air… And lands onto the Godmodder. A large wail emanates from the location, "ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY CONCH." The universe warps at the location of the broken bottle… The places lost in time are siphoned out of the warp. Smarter villagers armed to the brim with weapons, an army from the lands of nothing, the KSC, a crazed chef, and a beast of space. Aaerreeaach! The Sinnoh-bound lord of space screeches… And rends space. Rocket parts from across the multiverse pile up in one place, and brought to the KSC. The Villagers charge into battle, attacking the Godmodder with alchemies from the past… The Void Army charges at the Godmodder, attacking with the Voided Scepter, Tubas, Elemental Hammer, and various other specially forged war weapons. And, the crazed chef attacks the Godmodder with a knife, for some reason relating to completely normal dads and octopi. The Kerbals construct a beast of a rocket, akin to ones made by Whackjob. It launches, and flies up to the Chestplate… CchkkkBoom! Crash! Fwwooooshhhh… The rocket spontaniously disassembles, due to a lack of struts and spacetape. Thousands of Solid Rocket Boosters slam into the Godmodder. Liquid fuel boosters swirl in the air, and crash into the shell. The pod spontaneously disconnects, and destroys itself on the Godmodder… Jeb climbs out of the ruins, somehow still alive. Jeb jumps back to the KSC, and launches a satellite. Palkia dislocates multiple parts of the shell to multiple points in space, as the satellite gets into orbit. Jebbediah is given command to deorbit… Solar panels are flung off as heat builds up from re-entry. Makeshift heat shields such as empty boosters explode… It crashes into the Godmodder. Jebbediah remains invincible, and walks away. The temporal effects seem to wear off… Palkia transfers things back to their locations, as time catches up, and returns them to their proper times. The villagers disappear one by one, the void army fading into nothingness. Nimble broad appears in a recent rift in reality… and collapses to the ground. Violently flickering between past and present, he spontaneously combusts. The glitching slows… and stops. Nimblebroad vibrates and… splits. The unstable infusion of two times finally gives out as Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad are thrown away from each other.
Augh…
(GREEN)Well… goodbye, past self. Also, be weary of impendi-(END GREEN) And with that, the past Tubas and Nimbleguy disappear in a blinding flash of light. The Dimensional Hole brew leeks off of Eglarbroad, as he collapses to the ground.
"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.
"You!"
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.
"Are!"
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.
"Human!"
From the Origin Wands twin beams of blinding light shoot out, headed straight towards the Godmodder. It strikes and penetrates 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 all his strength to leave and for him to drop DEAD. The Origin Wands turn to ashes, their power utterly used up. Lothyra collapses, completely and totally...
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/30/2014
Posts:
72
Location:
The Nether (of course!)
Minecraft:
SolidMastR
Xbox:
No, just no
PSN:
ManiacMastR
Member Details
( I know I'm not going to kill him, but just in case....)
I grab the GODMODDER. I force him to look in my eyes. STRAIGHT at my eyes. So he sees my pupils. No one has ever seen my pupils. For one reason...
The Godmodder disappears.
I then disappear.
He then appears in what's left of the Nether. Umbra grows massive, enveloping the Godmodder.
Then we return, 30 minutes later. The Godmodder looks at me, wondering what I'll do next.
"Heh. I've been watching you since the beginning, Richard. So, let's do...
...
EVERYTHING!"
He is then subjected to EVERY ATTACK ANY PLAYER HAS USED IN THE SERIES. EVER.
I then look at him, a strange look in my eyes. Suddenly a bright light envelopes everything. No one can see anything, besides the other players, and the Godmodder...
Who is looking up in horror.
Following his gaze, people see The Creature.
The Creature has a strange appearance. A cross between the DEVIL and a CYCLOPS. It is massive, taller then the tallest buildings, wider than the widest mountains, and heavier than Earth itself. It looks to be hybrid of many villains from many universes, Ganon, Bowser, Sauron, you name it, with pieces of them all. On it's face is an eye. But not just any eye. A compound eye, with the eyes of every villain that has ever lived in any universe.
It grabs the Godmodder, and roars.
The whiteness cracks and falls, revealing Godcraft, same as always. The Creature is gone, and in it's place....
...Is the lifeless body of the Godmodder.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/4/2014
Posts:
159
Location:
{NOT FOUND}
Minecraft:
Amperzand
Xbox:
Nope.
PSN:
Nope.
Member Details
It is at this incredibly dramatic point that my armor informs me of my far-overblown abuse of its ability to function, ejects the reactor core, and shuts down completely. As it turns out, it having shut down removes my ability to defend myself against things like, say, the Helsilver woven into my bones being exposed to raw Creation and spreading further while burning, or catastrophic systemic radiation poisoning and combat-cocktail toxicity. Also, just for fun, a good twenty percent of my mass is scar tissue at this point, including my nervous system.
The armor itself, deprived of power, is completely useless, and without the small, low-input gravitic weight reducers, weighs even more. I somehow manage to pull myself out of the wreckage, likely because I had help from my less-maimed double. The Tesseract sails in for a landing, and most of the crew file out to help get me, Zand, and the remains of my armor on board.
After a few minutes, Zand comes back out, his helmet off, and approaches the snafu around the Godmodder.
"I salute you, and your true, arrogant foolishness. A godlike manchild that found his impossible strength insufficient and sought more."
"I am afraid I do not see even your death as having very much significance. Stay down, and perhaps it may, eventually, matter."
And then Zand gave him a serious noogie and went to stand by the Tesseract's loading ramp. And all was sociopathic. And it was good.
I suddenly gain the time to make a single post this turn, since everyone else is playing Terraria!
I summon a huge, gilded statue of TT2000 and drop it on the Omega Barrier. The Omega Barrier is so busy praying to the statue and honoring it as its god that it does not notice the statue melting into molten gold and dissolving the Barrier.
Oh no
Act 1!
I draw power from the latest Terraria update, summoning the Lunatic Cultist and setting him to attacking the Doomsday Ring. Bolts of lightning, balls of ice, and fireballs cannon into it, before a blast from the Ring takes him out in one hit, coincidentally unleashing the Celestial Event! Four massive shielded pillars appear in the air, and I quickly direct all the enemies they spawn to attack the Ring as well! The Ring defends itself, killing the mooks until the shields of each pillar go down. I grip the pillars with a telekinetic grip, launching them, one by one, at the Ring. Each one cracks open on impact, revealing wispy fragments of immense power that I quickly collect before all four explode with celestial power, dealing a tremendous blow to the Ring!
A message appears in chat:
Impending doom approaches...
TO BE CONTINUED, ASSUMING MORE POSTS HAPPEN
(Note: If the Ring is dead, this post targets one of the Legs. If all the Legs are dead, the Omega Barrier is attacked.)
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
Lord-Engineer Amperzand; Wartech level {REDACT}: Last-Ditch Killsat.
I raise my copy of Ultimatum, look at it for a moment, and throw it into the air. There is a sizzling sound, and every scrap of arcane power leaves the weapon, rendering it useless and causing it to crumble into dust. Then the surviving Ceres' Despair, energy consumed to join the jolt of power growing above me. My armor's reactor goes into overdrive, pumping ludicrous amounts of monochromic fire into the same energetic construct. Then my collection of legacy alchemies begins to fade into powder, their alchemical spark consumed. May I cut in, Drop the Bass, the Atom Smasher, Falling Out, Return to Sender, Conniver's Ammunition, the Mercurian Malady, all gone to serve the flame. The White Dwarf sings a final song of unnatural white light as it is consumed, the tip of its mini-4wall Scratching an impossible design into the Record Scratcher's disk, producing an immense fountain of creation's power to join to still-growing cloud. One each of the Helbringers and Hellbreakers are thrown to oblivion, leaving only half of each set. The Antiparticle Beam Cannon reappears at last from the void where Doc Scratch threw it, its reaction chamber overfilling, detonating, and being, too, consumed. The various iterations left over from the HAC Tesseract's creation {SS Grayscale, Lovecraftian Deck, Adminium Admiral, Velocity's Craft, European Explorer, The Fusion's Falcon, The Bold Goer, Monochrome's Magneto, and the SS Supernova} all overload their reactors, cruiser-sized monochromium cores burning every scrap of fuel in seconds to produce an enormous shock of power for the sphere in my hands before they are themselves consumed utterly to serve it.
The Transceiver in my armor kicks online, petaled limbs of anomalous alloys extending themselves toward the sky, consuming the massive sphere of raw energy I've created and beaming it to an installation far overhead.
Solar-LASER Ortillery Satellite 572b suffered Transceiver failure soon after its deployment by Anachron, and was assumed to be destroyed. As such, it was left behind, the last killsat of my make in the solar system, mounted with one of the most powerful lasers ever constructed. No, really, this thing could look the Death Star in the focus optics, make a rude gesture, and blow it to kingdom come. Anyway, it's spent the last few months getting its transceiver working again. You can imagine my surprise when it popped up on my HUD this afternoon to inform me that it wanted a target.
Its power cells fill, develop Hammerspace power storage, fill again, expand it, and at last carry all available energy. Electrons flow from the deep-storage banks into the massive array of capacitors that feeds the laser itself, filling them too, and the recursive toroidal focus optics that allow for the laser's outstanding power begin to spin up...
I grab the HAC Tesseract's undercarriage as it sails overhead, taking me high into the sky, the last ship of its product line still extant. Having reached about ten thousand meters, a designation suite in my right hand warms up for the first and last time in six months now, I point at the Cockpit, and in an instant of flickering data, nearly-sentient targeting computers find the optimal strikepoint, run the correct information through my still-active Transceiver, and order bombardment.
In high-orbit three hundred and fifty miles above, Solar-LASER Ortillery Satellite 572b receives the first and only targeting data it will ever know, thinks about how best to complete the fire mission for a few million CPU cycles, otherwise known as .1 milliseconds, registers that the focus optics have their charge ready, and fires.
The normal image of orbital laser weapons is that of a huge beam coming from the sky to destroy everything, a column of red light thirty feet across that burns through all things like the wrath of a particularly up-to-date god. SLOS-572b does not use that type of laser, effective as it is. Rather, it gathers all the energy it can muster into a perfectly-linear beam so narrow as to maintain a ~4 millimeter dot at a range of five hundred miles in atmosphere. It doesn't even use a frequency of light visible to the naked eye, but rather one which excells at passing through gasses without losing coherency. There is no great flash of light in the sky, no beam from the heavens. No, there is simply a flicker of brightness as the occasional bird, raindrop, or target becomes subatomic particles, then an obliterating roar as it reaches something it cannot cut through, scatters into a vast, upward-facing cone of light, and obliterates everything near it in a wash of flame, leaving a perfectly round, glass-edged hole burned through absolutely everything down to bedrock, including the Cockpit just to the left of the Godmodder's head. More energy than modern-day earth has used in the last four hundred years directed into a single beam.
The plasmastorm ignited by the laser's backblast begins to fade, leaving the Cockpit open again for a fraction of a second. And then there is another flicker of annihilated seagulls, a second hole through every defense the Cockpit has, another all-consuming blast of reflected light. Rather smaller this time, it would seem. You might think that means the weapon is getting weaker with each shot, but it is in fact the opposite. With each shot, it better learns how best to apply the beam's energy to a target. At last the storm calms again, the INCARNATE turning to find an irritating speck of pain-inducing metal in the sky, and then another beam, and another and another, firing once a second in an unending stream of steadily worsening agony, burning five-millimeter holes through important components with every shot, leaving backscatter burns on everything it passes near, lighting what remains of the air aflame. At last it ends, the satellite's storage exhausted, its coolant vented into nothing, its optics burned away. Registering the INCARNATE's main center of mass still physically existing as a failed mission, it fires the last drops of its fuel out a thruster, knocking itself from orbit atop the Cockpit like a million-ton, technologically advanced falling star, broadcasting an abject apology for its "failure" on every band until the very last instant. Almost sentient, it was. And no more.
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
Act 2!
The world begins to shake, before stopping. The world darkens, before lightening again. Finally, a massive flash of light heralds the appearance of the final boss of Terraria, the Moon Lord, a floating Cthulhuesque abomination possessed of eyes on his hands, a glowing-tentacled face, and a very mean disposition. I immediately direct his attention towards the Cockpit, and he roars in anger. A third eye on his head opens, and he fires a resoundingly powerful beam of energy at the Omega Barrier, beginning a massive fight between him and the Cockpit. Eventually, the Omega Barrier a smoking ruin, the Moon Lord roars in anguish and is defeated. I quickly pick up his drops, and an evil smile comes over my face as what seems like an unassuming prism enters my inventory.
ONCE AGAIN, TO BE CONTINUED
(If the Omega Barrier is dead, target a Leg. If the Legs are destroyed also, target the Alpha Barrier. If everything's dead, kill the Shell.)
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
I file paperwork to the divine city of Yu-Shan. Appealing to Saturn; The Maiden of Endings, change fate in favor of a swift conclusion to the Doomsday Ring.
People say "There is a city there, and it will stay there until time stops" hearts filled with bleak hope that it be so...
And indeed, it may be, as even the void has not moved it from its rightful place...
Casting their gaze inwards The Tearful Seeker considers their purpose in the coming events...
Tonight, he sets a stage, and come curtain's raise, A Storm Lord join the hunt.
Dragons, please click~
Act 3!
I quickly pull out an item that looks like a blue rose stuck into a bottle of dark blue liquid and modify it to add a port, which I quickly connect to a tank of mana potion. I pin four emblems on myself, each having a different image; one a golden fireball, another a dark red x, another a gold skull, and another looking like the dark red emblem crossed with a magnet. I set down the Mana Flower just near me, before taking out the Last Prism and powering it up. Six colored beams slowly charge and converge, before fusing into a lifeform disintegration rainbow that tears through any parts of the Cockpit still left standing, augmented by the four emblems and powered by the glowing, modified Mana Flower, consuming mana potion and feeding it into my body as pure magic.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
The HHHH deals 8,000 damage to the Bridge!
4,000 damage to the Omega Barrier! The Alpha Barrier uses Sand Attack and lowers your accuracy so the Tackle misses!
> Amperz4nd: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 10 ATOMIC BLITZ - BLITZKRIEG
10,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
6,500 damage to the Omega Barrier!
> insert_generic_username: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 10 GENERIC STORM - DRILLGENERIGORG
20,000 damage to a Leg!
6,000 damage to a Leg!
GOTTSA GO FEST
4,500 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
6,000 damage to the Omega Barrier!
> ManiacMasteR: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 10 WAR RAMPGE - FINAL STAND
15,000 damage to the Bridge! Mystical life energies swirl around you... You're cured!
> Fseftr: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 2 BLUE, BLUE - MARINE MADNESS
You take out Ultramarine and charge it up, unleashing a fireball of blue lasers against the Entity Orb! Said fireball ends up exploding and creates a multitude of blue arches that swirl around the Entity Orb and end up ensnaring it completely, wrenching it from the Incarnate! Ultramarine suddenly creates three copies of itself that position themselves around the Entity Orb, and all of them fire at once! The orb takes 10,000 damage!
2,500 damage to both Barriers!
offwaves.jpg 10,000 damage to the Omega Barrier! Unfortunately, the Omega Barrier can't roll and thus can't evade the attack...
You could just throw it to the Shrine of 2B2T, the server's Mt. Doom-analogue, although that was probably destroyed during the Eclipse...
8,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
3,000 damage to the Alpha Barrier! 2,000 damage to the Omega Barrier!
Your first attack successfully punches through and destroys the Cockpit Shell! ...The Cockpit Shell of a Decoy Cockpit.
Your second attack, however, is a different story...
75,000 damage to both Barriers! Perfect Sphere destroyed! You are permanently killed and cannot act for the rest of the game, however long it may last...
+4 of all Sacred Items!
9,000 damage to a Leg!
The Magma Multiplier deals 15,000 damage to Entity Orb 3!
You claim the Molten Processor, and use it to deal 10,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring and 5,000 damage to both Barriers! All three are Burned! The Rapidfire Bow deals an additional 10,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
The XK-Destroyer was not destroyed in Crusher's kamikaze, for future reference. You pilot it and aim its Special Attack at the Incarnate!
10,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
> The_Nonexistent_Tazz: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => SUPER SMASH
5,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
GODMODDER: You're scared? Hah.
GODMODDER: Good.
> Fseftr: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LV. 2 DOWNPOUR - RAIN SEASON
You raise Gib Eclipse up to the sky, firing a hail of bullets and lasers! When they come back down, they explode, cascading into raindrops! They pour all around the Incarnate, and eventually accumulate into a mass of clouds! The storm of clouds grows so large that it is inescapable, and the torrent of rain doesn't stop or grow weaker... Using your time machines, you focus an entire season's worth of rain directly over the Entity Orb so it is pummeled by the power of weather all at once! It takes 10,000 damage!
5,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
Split stares at his sword, unblinking... He sighs, and it crackles with red energy.
Fine. But someone here's gonna owe me a new sword after this.
7,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
> The_Nonexistent_Tazz: BATTLE TECHNIQUE => LOCKPICK
6,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
...Yeah, I guess you're right. For all of your points. For your third point, though: the Red Dragon isn't the only thing forwarding the Eclipse, is what I was trying to say. It is in a way, but... ugh. I completely blanked out that the Red Dragon had "forwarding the Eclipse" in front of its name. I'm sorry.
Nothing happens!
+4 of all Sacred Items!
> ManiacMasteR: COMBAT OPERANDI => LADDER TO HELL
You expend 5 Pie Filling and 1 Elf Tear.
30,000 damage to a Leg!
The Zombie Pigmen turn into the Zombie Hogman!
15,500 damage to the Alpha Barrier!
14,000 damage to the Omega Barrier!
6,500 damage to the Omega Barrier!
15,000 damage to the Doomsdsay Ring! +7,500 HP to me!
4,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring!
:0
2,000 damage to the Enchanted Deck! +4 Elf Tears!
The Corruption Ring? Whatever, I don't have time to waste attacks on technicalities like this. The Necro Smasher deals 15,000 damage to the Doomsday Ring and stuns it!
8,000 damage to Dark Meteroid Prime!
"We do want to give our Mac and Linux Terrarians a quick update as well. Based upon current status and planning, the plan is that Mac/Linux will launch shortly after 1.3 - aiming for a launch within the month of July." -ReLogic
Doomsday Ring destroyed in suitably epic fashion!
Assuming you mean the Entity Orb, 4,000 damage! +6 HP to pionoplayer!
Nom. 9,000 damage to the Tripod!
Amperz4nd never claimed the Nether Spire, as far as I remember... You use it to cause the next five attacks against the Incarnate to crit!
I didn't know there would be a post drought... And if you lose this, you won't restart from Scratch's Manor. Remember, I said you'd get a bad ending!
Failed due to Corruption!
+5 Hog Slop and Elf Tears!
> The_Nonexistent_Tazz: COMBAT OPERANDI => ARMED AND DANGEROUS
You expend 4 Hog Slop and 4 Elf Tears!
You acquire Lefty! Critted 20,000 damage to a Leg!
Why not call it the Cockpit?
Critted 70,000 damage to both Barriers and a Leg! You use the Kitsune Charm and Potion Supply to Blind, Wither, Freeze, Poison, Burn, Bleed, Corrupt, and Fear the Cockpit in addition to all of that! ...Wow.
Critted 11,000 damage to the Omega Barrier!
Leg destroyed!
Omega Barrier, Alpha Barrier, and remaining Leg destroyed!
Failed due to Corruption!
The Cockpit is blown backwards, falling from the Incarnate, all of its systems desynchronizing as the Godmodder tumbles through the air, watching explosions and fire leak out of his Cockpit... It meets the end of its descent only at bedrock itself, where it slams into solid ground and skids across the surface for several hundred blocks before finally stopping... All of you know in your gut that this is it. It's time. You leap off of the Incarnate, fly through the air, and land onto bedrock to meet the Godmodder. All of your entities and the Legion of Godmodders do so as well. Split and I are the last to catch up. The Few are holding the Eclipse up now, so I'm relieved from duty. Jeez... I felt like Atlas over there for a while. Not fun.
After several agonizing seconds, the Cockpit re-rights itself and uses its thrusters to hover in the air... The only thing left of the Cockpit is the actual Cockpit Shell itself... Everything else has been completely decimated by you all, and only in a matter of turns, no less! Even though there were an abnormal amount of actions, the creativity put into them shone through now more than ever, and the fruit of your labor has now grown - the Godmodder, trapped in his Shell, is officially at the end of his rope. He yells.
GODMODDER: NO. DON'T. DON'T COME ANY CLOSER.
GODMODDER: I'M NOT KIDDING HERE. IF ANY OF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP.
GODMODDER: I AM GOING TO EVISCERATE YOU. I... I HAVE ALL THE POWER IN THE WORLD!
GODMODDER: I'M A BEING OF... No, no, I used that already... nonononononono...
GODMODDER: NONONONONONONO! RED DRAGON, DAMMIT! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU???
GODMODDER: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
The Godmodder, who now rates at an 8.4 on the Hamminess Scale, continues to rage at the skies, finally realizing the gravity of the situation he has now trapped himself in.
GODMODDER: Alright, you know what, FINE. So what if I don't need a being of infinite power. I can do this on my own. I've DONE THIS ON MY OWN.
GODMODDER: What did the Red Dragon even do, huh? Besides throw up a few waves of seawater here and there?
GODMODDER: Who was pulling the brunt of this, hmm? ME. IT HAS ALWAYS. EVER. BEEN ME.
GODMODDER: I'm the only AGH
A shimmering red claw of energy has punctured through the Cockpit Shell and is dragging the Cockpit upwards, up to what looks like a crude face drawn out in the sky, with eyes that seem to be cutting through reality itself, and a gaping mouth that leads to unfathomable catacombs where only the deepest and darkest horrors lie, conjured up only in the most twisted of nightmares. If there's one thing the Red Dragon is not right now, it's pleased.
YOU DARE?
Those two singular words cause the earth to shake as much as an earthquake, carry as much weight as a tornado, tear through all of you like a tsunami, seemingly explode the earth with the power of a volcano. The Godmodder goes completely silent, the Cockpit trembling. It's as if, even without sentience, it knows how bad this is.
I HAVE DONE MUCH FOR YOU IN THIS FINAL BATTLE . I GAVE YOU MY POWERS, I HELPED THE HEAVENS KNEEL TO YOUR FEET, I WASHED AWAY YOUR ENEMIES, AND HOW DO YOU REPAY ME? WITH TANTRUMS.
YOU DENOUNCE ME AND REJECT ME. YET YOU ARE GOING TO FIND AN UGLY TRUTH, RICHARD. I AM NOT EASILY REMOVED. PERHAPS THESE FEW CAN STOP ME. BUT I WILL BE ETERNALLY WATCHING. WAITING. AS I WAS. IF I AM SEALED AWAY, IT ONLY SERVES AS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO RETURN.
AND MY MARK ON YOU WILL NEVER FADE. MAKING A DEAL WITH A DEVIL IS NOT SOMETHING TO TAKE LIGHTLY. IT CAN COST HEALTH, MIND, AND SOUL. PR PERHAPS, SOMETIMES EVEN GIVE SOUL. BUT A TWISTED MOCKERY, AND ONE SCULPTED BY ME. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING. CREATION CAN BIRTH DESTRUCTION.
I AM GOING TO GIVE YOU SOME ADVICE, AND THEN I WILL NO LONGER SERVE YOU. DO WITH THIS WHAT YOU WILL, BUT AT THE VERY LEAST, LISTEN.
YOU HOLD IMMENSE POWER. YOU HAVE RISEN YOUR WAY TO THE TOP. AND YET YOU ARE NOT CONTENT THERE. YOU WANT MORE. SO YOU SEARCH FOR MORE AND OBTAIN IT. AND THEN YOU WONDER WHY YOU DRAW THE ATTENTION OF OTHER BEINGS.
THERE ARE BEINGS IN THIS UNIVERSE, AND OTHERS, MUCH MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU, WISE BEYOND THEIR YEARS. SOME OF THEM YOU HAVE ATTEMPTED TO FIGHT HEAD ON. HAS THIS EVER WORKED OUT FOR YOU? HAVE YOU GAINED ANYTHING EXCEPT RAGE? PERHAPS A DESIRE TO DO BETTER, BUT HERE YOU ARE. DEFEATED. AGAIN.
YOU CLAIM TO HAVE MASTERED RAGE, BUT FALL VICTIM TO IT ALL TOO OFTEN. LEARN TO CONTROL YOURSELF. GO BACK TO YOUR ROOTS. DO NOT THINK AS BIG NEXT TIME, IF THERE EVEN IS ONE. DO WHAT YOU DO WHAT BEST. DO NOT BECOME SOMETHING THAT YOU ARE NOT.
EVERY ORGANISM HAS A PARTICULAR NICHE. IF, SUDDENLY, AN ORGANISM OCCUPIES ANOTHER'S NICHE, ONLY ONE THING CAN BE BRED: COMPETITION. WHAT COMPETITION DO YOU WANT? BETWEEN THOSE WEAKER THAN YOU, SO YOU CAN EXERCISE CONTROL? OR BETWEEN THOSE GREATER THAN YOU, SO YOU CAN BE TAUGHT CONTROL?
I LEAVE YOU THAT. GOODBYE, RICHARD. I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY MARK. I HOPE ALL OF YOU DO.
With that, the Red Dragon turns to the Few, releasing the Cockpit from its grip, which once again slams to the ground. The Few immediately springs back into action, preparing their last action. From each of their hands come holographic purple chains that skewer the Red Dragon's mass, which isn't so infinite as it used to be thanks to the scientific reasoning of Talist. The Few finds it now much easier to bind the Red Dragon's mass to nine pillars, and they open a wormhole throughout time and space, lowering the Red Dragon through it.
NOW, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE, BRINE. WE HAVE DECIDED TO BANISH YOU TO LIMBO, WHERE YOU WILL GRADUALLY LOSE ALL FORM. YOU ARE IN THE HANDS OF OUR DESCENDANTS NOW. GO. BE BANISHED.
The Red Dragon is thrown into the vortex, all traces of its reach disappearing from Minecraftia. He lands in Limbo a millisecond after the vortex is closed, yet the explosion created when he landed can be felt all the way from GodCraft. The Few then congregates below the Eclipse, which is dangerously close to falling onto the server... All nine of them tense up, lighting up with purple energy, and, with a mighty heave, cast the Eclipse into the heavens. The moon of GodCraft sails throughout space, its Doom Bullets being knocked off course - permanently. The Eclipse ends up exploding when it reaches the now-vacant position of the Sun. A mighty shockwave hurtles throughout the server, toppling everyone and everything over and pushing GodCraft backwards. The visions and images in the sky subside.
The apocalypse is over.
The Few shrink back to normal size, the purple energy flickering out of them... The Legion quickly assembles nine summoning circles and the Few step into them, disappearing in columns of purple light. Everyone watches them ascend... And then, the Cockpit heads back into an upright position, menacing laughter coming from it.
GODMODDER: Alright, I'm going to admit. That speech was pretty effective.
GODMODDER: I suppose... that he might have been right about all of that.
GODMODDER: But whatever. It's time to finish this. The Eclipse may have just been unceremoniously ended... But you still have ten million health to get through!
GODMODDER: Only a Comb Rave could punch through this, and a superpowered one at that!
GODMODDER: OH COME ON
==>
I stare at the Godmodder and laugh, leaving my attack to hit after the Comb Rave.
No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
<==
TT2000 slowly floats into the air, a golden glow supercharging his action. He feels invigorated, empowered, like he can do anything. So he thinks of one thing he can do, and one thing he feels he can unlock to great effect using this attack's effects. TT hovers down onto the ground, shuts his eyes, and concentrates. He thinks far back, to his time as the Game Master of the Narrative, two years ago. He remembers the power he had felt, the power to reshape reality, concentrated through the use of but a forum game.
It comes back to him. Crackles of green lightning, energy unknowable. Visions of far-off lands and the lives of everyone on Earth, nigh-omniscience and omnipotence, all granted by a merge with a Half Guardian. Some of those powers remain, and TT accessed them once before, simply by concentrating - just like this. He experienced visions of the future, of a Scratch Construct and a Scratch, and of government Protocols that would lead to Projects, and soon, Arrivals. All this he saw through a sudden surge of unrivaled green power, the ability to see beyond all.
Now, he can do so much more, yet through different intent. Now TT does not seek the powers of divination, only unnatural strength. The power to end the Godmodder's reign once and for all. And so he concentrates, retreating into the darkest recesses of his mind, channeling enough mental fortitude and strength to unlock the powers that still lay hidden inside of his dreamscape. He experiences flickers of pain, intense pain. But he presses on, a dull green glow surrounding him as he retreats deeper into his own head.
And then, just like that, he finds something. A Green Sun, dim and dying, but there. Soon it will fade completely, but now, with the power of this huge Comb Rave, it can be restored and revived, a king of solar flares and the highest-reaching of prominences. TT extends his hands and channels every fiber of his being, willing the Sun to expand. There's a flicker, and another, and then the Sun roars back to life, expanding extremely rapidly. TT reels back, green light emanating from his eyes and mouth, his skin cracking and flaking off, uttering an inhuman roar as his form phases out of existence, revealing images from realms unknown and locales beyond.
A huge crescendo of flame appears, with TT caught in the middle. He tenses up, shimmering white wings protrude from his body, a coronal halo appears over his head, and that's the last thing anyone sees for several seconds. When the light calms down, TT's body is pure white, his eyes are green flame, his wings are crackling with energy, and his halo is shining down on everything nearby. In his hands is the brightest bow any of you have ever seen: a scaled-up version of Forge's Light, made for the hands of a First Guardian: New Horizons. TT's body flickers with green energy and yellow electricity, and afterimages of him plague everyone's vision.
Without warning, TT phases out of existence and appears in multiple locations around the Cockpit, striking everywhere at once, New Horizons' arrows cutting through the Cockpit's Shell like hot butter. Green fire is everywhere, and shining through it all is TT. All the ammunition and weaponry the Godmodder fires at him is phased through his body and appears again through a silhouette of him, merely hitting the Cockpit Shell! All of you watch in awe... He's a one-man fighting machine, shining with divinity even more powerful than Sepulchritude.
TT separates New Horizons into two parts, which are both honed to fine points that are more intense than any sword ever forged in the game. TT throws them at the Cockpit and they surge through the sky in unpredictable arcs, electricity trailing behind them as the cut through the Shell, narrowly missing the Godmodder each time! And all the while, the spinning bows, now like boomerangs, are firing arrows in all directions, lighting up everything all around with intense green flame.
Eventually, the green flame is surging extremely high, reaching heights of hundreds of blocks, images of events and past and present being displayed inside of them. You see the creation of the server, the terror of One-Winged Angel Kirby as the skies turned blood-red, the portal of the Zomcamera, the bloody carnage of the Horseless Headless Horsemann, the impending doom of Zero Hour as the sky turned white, the UOSS which blocked out the Sun, the sense of loss you all felt as the Update Terminal's connection was severed, the arrival of the Homestuck Invasion, my appearance onto the Battlefield, the fight against The Felt that lasted all too long, Split's ambitions, thrones, and grotesque ideals (Hey!), the climatic Shatter that ended in both parties dead, the death of Doc Scratch, Lord English, and the First Block, tons upon tons of fish, the true nature of Project Binary, a space-like Gyarados, dark thunderheads and sentient candy, a massive battle of armies, a fight against the unfathomable power of the Glitch, the final wave of boss-like Mechs, the horrific form of Demonhead Mobster Kingpin II, the nigh-unstoppable reach of the Vord, the suckerpunch that was Psi-Scratch's ascension, an ophicleide homicide, the rise and fall of the Godmodder's Tower, and now, the apocalypse itself, one that was only narrowly avoided.
All of this is seen in the flames, and as TT gathers his hands and shapes the flames into a massive sphere that ebbs and flows with green energy, you see the curtains close on all of those events and a new horizon open, a new gateway, a new path - one that starts here and now, with the destruction of the Godmodder. TT slices his hands through the air, and the sphere shrinks to the size of a pinprick over the course of one second, an ear-filling cacophony that is cut short when the sphere reaches minimal mass. And then, TT sees someone else hovering beside him: me.
Oh, come on. This is an attack centered around First Guardians. It only makes sense that I join in. Yes Split, I can see you muttering, don't think I can't. You interrupted me once, even if it was only an interjection. Don't do it again.
I raise my hand, green flames coursing across it, aiming towards the speck of light. TT follows my lead and does so. A massive shockwave of light emanates from the speck, causing a green outline to appear over the ruined Cockpit, which flies into the Incarnate, slamming against it with so much force that the Incarnate sways. The Godmodder struggles to get out or at least do something, but finds that he can't. TT and I fly up to the Incarnate, the speck following us, staying in between us and the mech. We stop pointing at it, and an extremely low hum fills the ears of everyone left in the universe.
The speck grows to the size of a small cube, barely visible. There's a whining noise, and particles of light fly out of the cube, which grows to a rectangle, and continues growing. You all can see images reflected in it that you can't identify, pixels in the grand spectrum of reality. There's another noise, and even more light flies out, the rectangle rotates, its entire perspective and sense of positioning changing. It continues to grow, even more pixels being displayed, not growing taller, just wider. There's another noise, another repositioning. You all are now aware of an intense arpeggiated noise reverberating and echoing across the entire server, the focal point of which is from the rectangle itself.
There are several more repositionings and flashes of light, until the rectangle reaches a point at which it does not continue to grow, and stays at a fixed size. The arpeggio abruptly stops as we shift our hands upwards, the rectangle repositioning itself over and over and over again, spinning so intensely that electricity and fire begins to form around it. The rectangle flips vertically so it is now perpendicular to the ground rather than parallel, and you can all see it spinning so fast that it now resembles a circle rather than a rectangle.
Green energy spreads across the circle, which flickers with the holographic image of the Green Sun itself, the source of our powers. We rise up in the air along with the rectangle, which is now, for all purposes, a copy of the Green Sun's form. Massive amounts of light and heat are generated from the Sun, drowning out all else. And then, we point our hands at the Incarnate, giving our final weapon a target. The Sun goes on a crash-course for the Incarnate, and when it connects, you all swear your games slow down to compensate, beam upon beam upon beam of sunlight appearing as the rectangle's motion stops, transferring all of its kinetic energy into other, lethal forms.
And just like that, it is over. There is a great flash of light. No. There is the greatest flash of light. The most powerful illumination ever conceived in the universe, exceeding even the Light created at the beginning of time, the one that gave the Red Dragon a shadow. It comes in many colors: jade, lime, white, and even somehow, black. What should be the absence of light is spreading divinity and creativity across all corners of the cosmos, the light expanding far past the planet's boundaries, past the solar system's boundaries, and across every other now-dead Minecraft world, across the ruins of the apocalypse, and past the boundaries of the universe itself. Rings of light and power echo across the Trifecta, shining as a beacon for all to see and for all to fondly regard.
Project Binary sees it, far off in the distance, as does the human race, yet only as a green speck of light. No one knows what it does except him. He knows all too well. It is visible in the ruins of Alternia, again, as a green speck amongst the stars. And even in the session of Sburb, which is about to be Scratched, it is visible across the reaches of the Furthest Ring, only as a green speck. What it started out as is what it has become. Yet those on GodCraft, in the heart of a new beginning, know its true power. They now know the joy of creation.
The Incarnate is completely disassembled in the carnage, its parts suspended midair inside of the lime conflagration that now comprises GodCraft. Everything on its surface is now sterilized down to the core, all traces of life extinguished, erased. It is, in essence, now a cube of bedrock, utterly destroyed, stripped down to its bare bones. The Incarnate's parts explode with varying intensity and frequency, shrapnel raining down everywhere. And the Cockpit Shell does not go out with a bang, but with a whimper. It is gradually and steadily erased, turning into dust, until its inner mechanisms are revealed and exposed, shorting out and exploding. The Godmodder is knocked into the air by the impact, and all of you lunge at him. TT kicks him downwards, I slam into him with the force of a stampede, generic shoots dice at him, Cobalt yells Billy Mays quotes into his ears, crystalcat and Erelye use their combined magic to send him flying downwards, gutza and Fseftr snipes him with lasers, Irecreeper breaks a chair over his head, Talist slaps him into oblivion, Maniac slashes across him with his scythes, Eric kicks him up into a TIE-Fighter and sends it into a crash course with the ground (the Godmodder bounces up into the air as a result), and every other player plays their part in sending the Godmodder on a path to the ground - a path as torturous as possible. When the Godmodder finally reaches terra firma, he slams into it, watching the ruins of the Incarnate cascade down around him.
The green inferno ultimately dissipates as TT's Rave fades, the color returning to his skin and the power fading from his body. He topples over to the ground and is caught by members of the Legion, but recovers. The absolute carnage of the attack completely fills up the Impetus Comb meter, making room for a thirteenth Comb Rave! Everyone forms a ring around the Godmodder, who is now utterly beaten and has nothing left to hide behind. The Legion of Godmodders, every remaining member, takes their time to spit in the Godmodder's face. UserZero saves hers for last. Yet, the Legion retreats.
"We've come to a decision," they tell you. "We're going to let you all have the chance to destroy Richard. We played our part, and even though this would be sweet, sweet revenge... We feel it's right. You all fought this war, not us. We were just lucky enough to catch the tail end of it. Now go on," they all say, smirking. They open up a portal, the entities they had summoned for you fading away, no longer useful. All of them pass through, except UserZero, who looks back at you and gives a psychopathic grin, one last time.
"Go on. Destroy the Godmodder. For all of us."
And then, they are gone.
All of you look at the Godmodder. Split and I retreat, also wanting you all to have the finishing blow. You mean you want them to have the finishing blow! I'm gonna take it! I've still got Perfect Split to use! Split. You're killing the mood. I've killed lots of things. This's par for the course. Don't make me kill you again. I could still retcon you from existence, you know. We've never tried that. Like you'd kill your brother. ...You're not my- Oh my god ENOUGH ALREADY. YOU'RE KILLING THE MOOD WORSE THAN I AM NOW. Just let them have their chance... Before I change my mind.
...Alright. I'm getting a little overwhelmed just thinking about this... Okay, okay. I'm ready.
All of you look at the Godmodder, one last time. He looks back at you, coughing. And then, he gets up... and doubles over in pain, absolutely shrieking. Blue flame envelops his body, and you all realize what's happening... Because you all have destroyed the Incarnate, the sixth Trial is... COMPLETE! A granite pillar appears where the Incarnate stood, with a resounding thud. And then, it is cut in half, slamming down onto the ground, signifying the end. Yet the Godmodder doesn't take any damage... It looks like he designed the Trials so that you all could have the honors. Or at the very least, one of you. Only the most original, epic, and flashy attack will be the one to destroy the Godmodder...
With that statement in mind, there's only one question left.
Who will deal the finishing blow?
The Itinerary:
> All: Destroy the Godmodder!
I. FINAL WAVE .III. DEMONHEAD .IIIII. INFESTATION .IIIIV. ASCENT .IVV. EXODUS .VVI. ECLIPSE .VILayer Eight:
IMPETUS COMB METER: ======================================== 0
insert_generic_username: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
pionoplayer: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
CobaltShade: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
The_Nonexistent_Tazz: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Alpha Armor. Runic Shielding: 30%.
gutza1: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Netpatham: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Irecreeper: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TT2000: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Amperz4nd: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 100%.
Crusher48: [AG] HP: 0/25. Has Super Armor.DEAD.Talist: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
crystalcat: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Runic Shielding: 80%.
Nimbleguy: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
PitTheAngel: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TehEpicNinja9001: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
TSFHISEPIC: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
FINALBATTLESTARTSNOW: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
ninjatwist321: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
mythicZoologist: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
NinjaV2403: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
omglolsguy22: [AG] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor. Takes 3 damage every turn.
ProofofconcepT: [PG] HP: 20/20.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 20/20.
ManiacMasteR: [N] HP: 25/25.
K4yne: [N] HP: 25/25.
Fseftr: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
engie_ninja: [N] HP:25/25.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
5l1n65h07: [N] HP: 25/25. Has Super Armor.
Split: [N] HP: 250,000/250,000. Weapon Mode: Perfect Split. Seeing Red: I
Build: [AG] HP: 200,000/200,000.
Godmodder: [GM] HP: 1/125. Killstreak: 86.
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 (PitTheAngel)
Infinity Blade: II READY [4K] (The_Nonexistent_Tazz)
Prism: III READY (TehEpicNinja9001)
Lil' Cal: IIIII READY (insert_generic_username)
Shockwave Laser-Cannon: IIII READY (Fseftr)
Sacred Pool Balls: IIII READY (insert_generic_username)
Deudly Magnum: I READY (TwinBuilder)
Emerald Nova: IIII READY (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 READY (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 READY (engie_ninja)
Twitchy Staff: III READY (Irecreeper)
Chaos Heart: IIIII READY (K4yne)
Faceless Eight: II READY (insert_generic_username)
Necro Smasher: III READY (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:
30 Hog Slop
30 Elf Tears
30 Pie Filling
30 Weasel Snot
Continuing to float, I continue my monologue.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, that's absolutely hilarious! Richard? Did you expect something different? Coming against deities, super powered entities, and beings with the ability to respawn? You unobservant fool, did you not even notice the Comb Rave TT2000 had saved up? You proclaim yourself to be a god, but you are not. Your name is Richard. It will always be Richard. And you should feel happy you have that name. At the end of the day, you have a home you can return to. I? I am only here to show you your foolishness. I have come here onlybecause there was a chance you could prevail. Rejoice in that. You had a slim chance to prevail, so long as forces from outside did not come in. But then you tried to start the freaking Apocalypse. I was the first in a long line of beings waiting outside this universe with power that exceeds your own that would have stopped you. But that wasn't necessary. One person trying to sow Chaos can override a hundred trying to sow Order. But not forever. Eventually, the person sowing Chaos will fall. Then again, shouldn't you have figured that out already? This is Destroy the Godmodder 2! You fell about two years ago! You have lost once already, and so you tried to stack the deck and be more ambitious. AND YOU STILL LOST.You have interfered in matters that should have been left alone, you foolish child. Now you shall pay the price. The Apocalypse will come at its own time, without your decision. You said this universe would vanish?NOT TODAY!!! THIS UNIVERSE IS ALL OURS! SO YOU VANISH!!!"SHOWTIME!
AND FOR THE FINALE, ONE KO PUNCH/OTHER ATTACK!!!I use Broggy Bonker on the Godmodder, and follow it up with a Falling Star. My expertise with Bowser's Inside Story makes these attacks Excellent. And, if that doesn't finish him off, I Ground Pound a meteor into his face!
And, on his fallen body, I use the final Comb Rave as well!
"I mean, it's not like we're going to use it at any other point, right?"And finally, I take some power from every spoil of war. It forms into a sphere, which stains my arms in red.
"
This is a crystal of power, which we have nurtured through our journey. An orb that repels fabrications of all sorts, dispels lies, and shines upon the truth: You are no god. You are not that powerful. You are a sad, lonely man named Richard who is having a temper tantrum, because you are failing to do what you set out to do: push others down in a vain hope to make yourself feel as if you are somehow superior."The orb leaves my hands, and the red disappears from my arms. It floats behind me, as spiritual representations of all the players who ever fought and used their respawns against the Godmodder congregate.
"Even if you were to become a god, against all odds, others would rise up against you until you fell. During your quest to become more than anyone ever could, you have forgotten this basic fact."The orb and the spiritual representations become one being, a strange man in a white suit of armor with a strange sword reminiscent of the Infinity Blade.
The being is about a tenth of the size of The Incarnate, and not solid in any way, but the sheer power forces all except me and the Godmodder to their knees; the Godmodder could not fall to his knees if he tried.
"Here is another gift, Richard, a taste of the power a god holds. Cherish it, for you shall never get closer to a god's power than to have it used on you. IZANAGI NO OKAMI! MYRIAD TRUTHS!!!"The being raises his sword and spins it around its center of gravity in a circle. He builds up an immense amount of power, then unleashes a sudden explosion, as all the power jumps from the sword to the Godmodder instantly.
The being vanishes, having fulfilled his purpose. He leaves behind Richard, who has been stripped of his title by Myriad Truths, and been hit with the equivalent of an explosion with 1 googol times the power of the Big Bang.
"RICHARD? THAT IS THE POWER OF A GOD. BE VERY GLAD YOU GOT TO EXPERIENCE IT. AND WHEN YOU INEVITABLY RESPAWN, REMEBER THIS: YOU WILL NEVER CONTROL THIS POWER. THAT WAS YOUR MISTAKE, TRYING TO GAIN GODLIKE POWER."No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
I toss Split the Broken Anachronism he so kindly stabbed me to help create, all the way back in Trial 4. And by that I mean I stab him with my Broken Anachronism and give him a Gatekeeper's Scythe.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
1'-[7']-{'3}-'3-'3 '6-11'-7'-6'-7' '1-{'3}-8'-12'-'3-2'
'10-'5-'8-'11 1'-[7']-8'-7'-'3 '2-11'-2'-'9-7'
'10-'5-'3-'3 1'-[7']-'3 '10-8'-{'3}-['10]-4'-7'
'10-{'3}-'3-'3-'6-8'-4' {'3}-11'-2'-'9-7'
Spam restoration: http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/forums/forum-discussion-info/2195940-posts-threads-deleted-because-of-spam-filter-place
Official DTG Cards Against Humanity suggestion pad: http://piratepad.net/DTGCAH
Point of fact, I did claim the Nether Spire. Pretty sure I did, anyway. On the other hand, I fully endorse its use here, and had completely forgotten about it for reasons of burnout. If I'd remembered its existance I'd have used it to minicrit my semipseudouberattack last turn.
/null
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
PHANTOM R'S TURN (3/3 Actions Remaining):
I sit down and take a breath. I helped save the people once again, even if I was late to the event, but I contributed.
And i'm fine with this.
/null
Sorry I haven't been posting guys. I'm on vacation. I will reuse my superattack and do some ending posts. Don't worry about that.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
[MZ]: I told you before, defiler of souls...
[MZ]: That you'd opened a gateway you really shouldn't have.
Those who have been watching may have realized by now that large expenditures of magical energy cause my mantle of static to flare larger. Even those who don't may notice the spiraling pillar of black, white, and grey forming around me to mean something big is about to happen.
[MZ]: Unstoppable Fountain...
[MZ]: Of The Depths!
I strike at the ground beneath me, a wave of static flowing from where I punched, down into the ground, where it vanishes with a flash of blue light.
Causing a hole to open, from which a massive, impeccably crafted fountain in the shape of an immense serpent rises, 5 minecraftian blocks wide, and 10 high.
The sudden steam of high-pressure water that gushes out forms a tidal wave, surging outwards in a circle of crushing force, followed by a single bolt of torrential force aimed at the Godmodder.
Even after my attack, the serpentine fountain remains, it's water slowing to that of a gentle stream, suitable for consumption by any creature, protected from being poisoned, salted or otherwise made undrinkable.
People say "There is a city there, and it will stay there until time stops" hearts filled with bleak hope that it be so...
And indeed, it may be, as even the void has not moved it from its rightful place...
Casting their gaze inwards The Tearful Seeker considers their purpose in the coming events...
Tonight, he sets a stage, and come curtain's raise, A Storm Lord join the hunt.
Dragons, please click~
Post 1
(GREEN)Well, I have an attack prepared right here...(END GREEN)
Eglarbroad equips the Tophat, the Tubas, and the Elemental Hammer. Perdito, Aer, and Ordo flow from the Origin Staff into the Elemental Hammer. Essentia pools into the hammer, and combine into Tempus. Eglarbroad whirls the hammer, and slams it into the ground. Tempus essential is infused into 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.
In the distant past, the landscape is washed with gray. A malfunctioning robot is washed in the waves of time, with an omnipresent shape flying out, blocked from travel to the destination by a blinded deal. A village saved from destruction by a glitch. A mystic train headed for an unknown destination in time, swept away by the flood. A shattered castle, invaded by otherworldly forces. The wave of anomalies ventures to other universes. A portal from 1982, a completely regular dad, a ship set for the stars, a pixelated heart, a spacial lord, and a certain crystal.
Hidden in a place far from time, frozen landscapes appear. The castle, train, ship, and more pop into existence. Eglarbroad appears in this place, a place far from the laws of physics. The wheel around him slows to a stop, constantly glitching in and out of existence. A blue box blinks into existence, crashing towards nothingness. A brown, furry creature jumps out, and the box flies to another place in time and space. Eglarbroad finds a Curative Vat, and jumps in along with Nimbleguy.
Bubbles pop on top of a specially formulated liquid. The Vat leaks a peculiar gas, and heat overwhelms. Order degrades, and the Vat activates. Eglarbroad and Nimbleguy fuse… Past and present, present and future. Corruption mends, suit reforming. Gerbil runs towards the Vat, and disappears. Panes of glass crack, about to shatter. Heat and pressure almost too much for the Vat. The world, unable to cope, glitches between Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad. As the mix is about to stabilize…
crckk… tssss….
BOOOOOOoOoOoomm…
Disorder contained within the Vat explodes outward, the world superheating. Everything destabilizing, the world collapsing. The ring re-activates, shining blue into the monochrome world. Time starts, and the laws of physics appear. Nimblebroad glitches the world, teleporting out… hovering in front of the Godmodder, supercharged with powers from across space and time.
Hey there, Richard.
(GREEN)He changed his name.(END GREEN)
Ah. Surprised to see me again?
(GREEN)Well, we're back together.(END GREEN)
Glitched together, of course.
(GREEN)Gerbil, are you there?(END GREEN)
(BROWN)Ye-(END BROWN)
(BROWN)Squeak!(END BROWN)
(GREEN)Well, seems like these fluctuations are cutting off our dialoug-(END GREEN)
No matter.
The wheel switch between many symbols, and the Tubas activate.
First off-
(GREEN)Why don't we try out the classics?(END GREEN)
Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Super Power Ninja Turbo Neo Ultra Hyper Mega Multi Alpha Meta Extra Uber Prefix Combo
Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Meteor Shower
Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Elemental Tri-beam
Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Primal
Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Null Cube
Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad start glitching faster, Tubas switching between past and present before attacks can even be prepared…
Įmp̷ro͜ba̶ble̸ ͟Ǹull̷&V̀o͠id̡ Botadm̨od͜d͟i̡n̶g͘ ̨Ny̴an Noǵàl̡i̧s͞t͡i͠c̛ F̡at́io҉n I̶n͏f҉erna͘l͝ ̡Con̡cl̷av͟e͡ Gl͝i̸t͞b͘as ͞u҉p͘g͢r͝ad҉ed͞ ͡with͟ ͞R҉as҉ic Tu͝ba͘s̢ ̛of ̧Y̛g͏ǵdr̴a̴si̶l ̀=̷=> N͢y̡a̷nso͘ųl̴
Mu̢͞s͏h̨́r̷̸oo͏͘m͠͏y͝ ̶͘͠G̀ų̸͟ll&̀͘ỳ̶an ̧͘͝Né͢w͟ìt̶cǫ̴͟p͝p͘ȩ̷r҉͢ ̡͘͡V͝è̷l̨d̨͜͞r҉͘͘i̷҉̨c̴͟a̡͝l̨͜n̵͘a̧lu̶̡͠báv́e̢de̴͞d̀ w͏įţh͝ ̡Rǫ͢n͞͏c͜͝i͘s͘m͟i͜c̶͡͞ ̢T̸̡u̴͟͢b҉̸a̷̡s̕ ͢͡ơ͘f̡̕ ̨̡=̡=̶̛>̡́ ̛͝==̛́́>̡͠ ̧͞V̂̃ͮ͐ͪ̂̇̋͊ͨ̈̋̆͗͏҉͚̺̺͇͈̟̰̥̬̮̳̭̰̗̬͖͓͓͡ͅM̷̢̛͈̦̰̮̙̙͔̱̓͂̆̃̍ͪ́ͫ̐̓̚͞ͅP̸̂̔̄ͩ͗ͯ̏ͭ͒̾̕͏̯̜̣͇̪̪ͅ
The universe becomes unable to cope with two times in one, two creations in a single object…
Wh
(GREEN)o(END GREEN)
no
A failsafe triggers, and glitches envelop Nimblebroad. A slight green light leaks and… He disappears, lost in a quarantining script run by the Source Code of Reality… Left on the ground are the Tubas, still violently switching between past and present forms, and a bottle. The Tubas vibrating, shaking. The Tubas and the bottle fall to the ground, with the bottle falling in the tubas… The mycelium goes crazy. A tree, train, a certain symbol, a testificate, a world tree, a vortex, a star, a tuba, a prince. Signs of the future, made by the mycelium. Branches of the great tree Yggdrasil churn out of the bell of the tubas, wrapped into a cylinder. Light shines out, and a train barrels through. Powered by exitement and hype, rocket thrusters fire. The train soars into the air, and slams into the ground. A bottle is tossed from the remains of the train, which are now screeching across the ground. The train tumbles, and slams into the Godmodder. Thrusters fire, and the train escapes, flying out to another point in time and space. The bottle flies in the air… And lands onto the Godmodder. A large wail emanates from the location, "ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY CONCH." The universe warps at the location of the broken bottle… The places lost in time are siphoned out of the warp. Smarter villagers armed to the brim with weapons, an army from the lands of nothing, the KSC, a crazed chef, and a beast of space.
Aaerreeaach!
The Sinnoh-bound lord of space screeches… And rends space. Rocket parts from across the multiverse pile up in one place, and brought to the KSC. The Villagers charge into battle, attacking the Godmodder with alchemies from the past… The Void Army charges at the Godmodder, attacking with the Voided Scepter, Tubas, Elemental Hammer, and various other specially forged war weapons. And, the crazed chef attacks the Godmodder with a knife, for some reason relating to completely normal dads and octopi.
The Kerbals construct a beast of a rocket, akin to ones made by Whackjob. It launches, and flies up to the Chestplate…
CchkkkBoom! Crash! Fwwooooshhhh…
The rocket spontaniously disassembles, due to a lack of struts and spacetape. Thousands of Solid Rocket Boosters slam into the Godmodder. Liquid fuel boosters swirl in the air, and crash into the shell. The pod spontaneously disconnects, and destroys itself on the Godmodder… Jeb climbs out of the ruins, somehow still alive. Jeb jumps back to the KSC, and launches a satellite. Palkia dislocates multiple parts of the shell to multiple points in space, as the satellite gets into orbit. Jebbediah is given command to deorbit… Solar panels are flung off as heat builds up from re-entry. Makeshift heat shields such as empty boosters explode… It crashes into the Godmodder. Jebbediah remains invincible, and walks away.
The temporal effects seem to wear off… Palkia transfers things back to their locations, as time catches up, and returns them to their proper times. The villagers disappear one by one, the void army fading into nothingness. Nimble broad appears in a recent rift in reality… and collapses to the ground. Violently flickering between past and present, he spontaneously combusts. The glitching slows… and stops. Nimblebroad vibrates and… splits. The unstable infusion of two times finally gives out as Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad are thrown away from each other.
Augh…
(GREEN)Well… goodbye, past self. Also, be weary of impendi-(END GREEN)
And with that, the past Tubas and Nimbleguy disappear in a blinding flash of light. The Dimensional Hole brew leeks off of Eglarbroad, as he collapses to the ground.
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.
"You!"
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.
"Are!"
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.
"Human!"
From the Origin Wands twin beams of blinding light shoot out, headed straight towards the Godmodder. It strikes and penetrates 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 all his strength to leave and for him to drop DEAD. The Origin Wands turn to ashes, their power utterly used up. Lothyra collapses, completely and totally...
WASTED
But not dead. Just knocked out.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
The question is, for all these awesome attacks, which one gets the last hit?
No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
( I know I'm not going to kill him, but just in case....)
I grab the GODMODDER. I force him to look in my eyes. STRAIGHT at my eyes. So he sees my pupils. No one has ever seen my pupils. For one reason...
The Godmodder disappears.
I then disappear.
He then appears in what's left of the Nether. Umbra grows massive, enveloping the Godmodder.
Then we return, 30 minutes later. The Godmodder looks at me, wondering what I'll do next.
"Heh. I've been watching you since the beginning, Richard. So, let's do...
...
EVERYTHING!"
He is then subjected to EVERY ATTACK ANY PLAYER HAS USED IN THE SERIES. EVER.
I then look at him, a strange look in my eyes. Suddenly a bright light envelopes everything. No one can see anything, besides the other players, and the Godmodder...
Who is looking up in horror.
Following his gaze, people see The Creature.
The Creature has a strange appearance. A cross between the DEVIL and a CYCLOPS. It is massive, taller then the tallest buildings, wider than the widest mountains, and heavier than Earth itself. It looks to be hybrid of many villains from many universes, Ganon, Bowser, Sauron, you name it, with pieces of them all. On it's face is an eye. But not just any eye. A compound eye, with the eyes of every villain that has ever lived in any universe.
It grabs the Godmodder, and roars.
The whiteness cracks and falls, revealing Godcraft, same as always. The Creature is gone, and in it's place....
...Is the lifeless body of the Godmodder.
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
It is at this incredibly dramatic point that my armor informs me of my far-overblown abuse of its ability to function, ejects the reactor core, and shuts down completely. As it turns out, it having shut down removes my ability to defend myself against things like, say, the Helsilver woven into my bones being exposed to raw Creation and spreading further while burning, or catastrophic systemic radiation poisoning and combat-cocktail toxicity. Also, just for fun, a good twenty percent of my mass is scar tissue at this point, including my nervous system.
The armor itself, deprived of power, is completely useless, and without the small, low-input gravitic weight reducers, weighs even more. I somehow manage to pull myself out of the wreckage, likely because I had help from my less-maimed double. The Tesseract sails in for a landing, and most of the crew file out to help get me, Zand, and the remains of my armor on board.
After a few minutes, Zand comes back out, his helmet off, and approaches the snafu around the Godmodder.
"I salute you, and your true, arrogant foolishness. A godlike manchild that found his impossible strength insufficient and sought more."
"I am afraid I do not see even your death as having very much significance. Stay down, and perhaps it may, eventually, matter."
And then Zand gave him a serious noogie and went to stand by the Tesseract's loading ramp. And all was sociopathic. And it was good.
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870