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EVERYONE'S ALREADY KILLED HIM. YOU'RE TOO SLOW!

>Beat up his dead body, then.

Using your last stacks of wood, you pick the Godmodder's body up by the leg, smash him into the bases of the concrete pillars, completely destroying them. You then take the Twitchy Staff, and shove it inside his mouth. His body animates once more, taken over by the voices.

I then trap the Godmodder in Ledge Hell, and thanks to the hivemind, his body gets even more destroyed after falling off thousands of ledges and smashing all of his bones. But then, I decide to end it in a flashy fashion.

I then form a wooden sphere around the Godmodder, and launch him straight towards Tabletopia/LOCAA. He smashes straight through the planet, creating a cloud of splinters as he flies into the distance.

cc: Whoops. Well, if you want to continue the combo, go get his body from space or something. Just make sure he doesn't crash into the sun beforehand.

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PIT_ICARUS' TURN (2/3 Actions Remaining):

Time to end this.

I take a moment to remember that I, in the past, to put it lightly, was a flipping egotistical idiot.

I've went only higher from there.

I've changed my attitude into a much calmer one.

I've used much more in thinking to attack.

I've kept my cool even when all of reality seemed lost and even kept some form of humor while doing so.

I've even managed to catch a troll by an entity-kill earlier then his ultimate demise.

Today, all my experience comes to bring me to where I am. I'm here, standing at the true resolution of this game after two long years.

We've come so far since then, haven't we?

And I take out my final item: a Wind Core.

Using it, I power all the uses of wind much higher.

And then all the Bomb Men escape from the hole and explode the godmodder in a cloud of explosions and the word "AGAIN".

Bet none of you saw that coming.

I sigh. In times like these, all I have offered is anticlimaxes. I'd say I want to be SIGNIFICANT, but I've taken a lot of the pie already. And in the end, we could all stand to learn a lesson about humility, acceptance of one's position, and stepping back so others can fight. That being said, however, I still really want to get at least ONE hit in on the Godmodder that isn't negated by someone else *cough Xcano cough* so I pull out a simple yoyo. The Godmodder would do well to not underestimate the power of simplicity in times this challenging. I've murdered people with yoyos before. I casually flick my wrist, and the yoyo speeds forward. I then let the yoyo slip off my finger, and shoot it with Genesis, imbuing it with Poison, then shoot electricity, Void, Freeze, Yggdrasil energies, Meteors, eldritch windows, pure Glitch, and Nostalgia at it with the Insanity Quiver.

While this is happening, I pull out the legendary SHOTGUN SHOTGUN, and fire it at the Godmodder, shooting a spread of shotguns at him. The shotguns themselves fire cueball shards, which all morph into various alchemies I've made. I slow down time a bit, and attach several octets to the yoyo. I then pry some plates off the now-defunct Incarnate, and use them to build an aerodynamic shell around the yoyo. I then smack the shell with the Captchocterationslamvil, making it Zilly, Generic, Scratched, and .Jpegged. I also pull out the Nightfall Armor, and blow the shell forward, give it time and space warping properties, and make it light up with the force of a supernova to the face. I also attach a piece of string for aesthetic reasons. Time resumes, and the bundle of death approaches the Godmodder. Just before he gets hit, I tap him on the shoulder. "Got your nose." He reflexively grabs for his nose, and I plunge my fist through his chest and rip out his heart, then tear his Godarm straight out of his arm socket.. I then leave, and the deathbullet hits him, but surprisingly does nothing because I loaded it down with completely useless extra weight. Yeah.

YERSSSS!!! My couple essays worth of scientific impossibilities spotlighting won me half a sentence in the final kill of the Red Dragon. I feel so satisfied.

I said I was out of ideas... but maybe... just maybe I can think of something... something to truly finish these many months. But what? Hm... what o what could it be... Whatever I think of, I want to destroy the Godmodder, but in a different way. Lets do this. I'll be original by breaking the core underlying assumptions of this game's world and doing something no one else would think of.

And Twin, I hope how you do this is judge each attack the same regardless of the order they were posted in. Fight against order inequality!

I walk up to the Godmodder. Not with streaks of power shooting from my fingertips or leaving a trail of howling blizzards in my wake or anything like that, I just walk up. If you want flashy shows of power, then read my other two attacks. This isn't an action about the strength of my body, the strength of my mind, or even the strength on my companions. Instead, its an action about a completely different kind of strength, potentially the most difficult kind of strength to show. I walk up to the Godmodder, hold up a hand for silence, and say,

"You probably expect me to... oh, I don't know... call those corrupted ones out of the Dream and sic them on you or summon in some of my previous entities or maybe even do one of those reality crash attacks against you like I did with the Red Dragon. But no, I'm not going to do that. These next four words are probably going to shock you more than me crushing any worlds or destroying any stars."

I take a deep breath and look the Godmodder directly in the eyes.

"I can forgive you. ... Yes. I might be stupid, naive, insane, or all three, but I can forgive you. I actually want to forgive you. It wasn't really your fault that this war got so big. Sigh... I've been actively fighting you in one form or another for nearly two years now. Two whole years. But in all that time, I haven't wanted to kill you or exact vengeance. Vengeance doesn't revive the dead. Vengeance doesn't repair the broken buildings. Vengeance doesn't douse the war fueled flames. Sure, maybe it will beat down the one who caused all that, but it doesn't doesn't fix the underlying problem. And right now, you're already beaten. Everyone, including you, knows that. So why do we even need a coup de grace? No, my goal for these past 2 years hasn't been vengeance, its been peace. Sometimes, people get so caught up in the drive for vengeance that they forget it isn't the end goal, peace is. I may not know your memories, but I certainly know mine and can work something out of that. So, lets begin our story."

I sigh and ready myself for the next part. Did you expect this action to be anything other than really long paragraphs of monolog?

"I like to consider myself to be three things in this world. I am the Tamer, I am the Dreamweaver, and I am the Storyteller. I've already embodied those first two in actions already, so lets give the third and least violent of those three a try, hm? I don't craft stories about world's and their fates, I craft stories about characters and their dreams. I turned Wilson from an oversight, so insignificant that Twin forgot to type out the thirty one characters, 'Wilson: [N] HP: 125,000/125,000', to the most widely liked and cared for character in the entire game. I built the little, strangely colored, arachnophobic, self doubting fox into an anti-hero that people can support and who feels more human than many of the humans here. An anti-hero is a character who gains their strength and identity because they aren't enough, because they are flawed, because they are only human. I made him an anti-hero not by focusing on his importance or power, but by focusing on this dreams and hopes. So I ask you, Godmodder, what are your dreams? What is it that makes you more than a cardboard cutout to be labeled 'badguy'"

"Lets start with a simple one I know. You want to make people rage quit. Maybe not the most noble of dreams, but a dream none the less, a defining characteristic, something that makes you alive. Look around you. Seriously. Take a very good look. See all the destruction, all the ruin, all the emptiness? Now, tell me, can you see anything, anything at all that tells you that you did a good job fighting for your dream? Did you make anyone rage quit with that scarred piece of land? No. How about that piece of broken metal? Did that help your dream in any way? No. What about Cogwynd over there? Does his presence here prove to anyone that you fought nobly towards your dream? No. Nothing that came of this mad power fantasy helped you to achieve your dream; none of it helped you be alive; none of it helped you to truly live for life itself. And so, none of it is what you want, no matter what the madness tells you otherwise. From what I've seen in all this, in order to actually live, and not just exist, you need to follow your dream, even as it changes, even as you might mold it yourself, even if it might split, even if your dream is to keep things the way they are, you still need to follow it. Going away from that path won't bring you fulfillment. Sigh... Let me back up a little and take another line of reasoning, starting, with this."

I suddenly whirl around and slap the Godmodder across the face with a balloon animal, a perfectly normal, plain, helium filled balloon animal. I stare at it in my hands thoughtfully for a few moments before releasing it and letting it drift off into the wind.

"I'm sorry I acted so suddenly, but do you remember that? I believe that was from just over two years ago. My memory about every random action I took two years ago isn't perfect, but I think that was the first attack I ever made directly against you. And I'll admit, I was an idiot back then. And I still am an idiot to some extents. And apparently I also had a very poor sense of humor if I thought that 'I savagely beat down the Godmodder with a balloon animal' was an example of a funny and witty attack. But, I've grown and changed since then. Now I can mix my seriousness with my humor, the light with the heavy, like I did with my 'comb rave'. I've even changed between now and back when I joined the second war. Looking back, some of those lines I wrote for the Dreamscape quest were just... ugh... yuk. But I feel like I've grown past that now. I'm not unique in my growth. Several other players and characters also say they've grown and changed. Yet in all these shifting winds of change, you, the Godmodder, haven't changed at all. The world is a constantly shifting place and so everyone needs to adapt new strategies and ideas in order to make the best of it. Yet, you haven't. You haven't adapted at all, even when it means you're running headfirst into oblivion, like you are now. Don't you think its time for you to have a little change? Character development is part of most story arcs after all. So, all of this brings me to my main point."

"Will you lay down your weapons and powers and surrender so that we can end this conflict peacefully? You're beaten already and everyone knows it. Your mech is in pieces, your dragie got trapped in a box, and all the other godmodders have spat in your face. Its over. You're done. At this point, you know your defeat is assured and you have no more tricks left. So please, just surrender and save yourself some shred of dignity. Some might say that its better to fight until the bitter end, but nobody who says that actually knows what fighting until the bitter end is like because that means you died fighting. On the other hand, people who say that its better to surrender or give up can actually give you first person experience. And I'm also asking you for your own sake. Strange to hear isn't it? I bet when Wilson left you that birthday cake, that was the first time anyone ever empathized with you in years. If you surrender now and lay down your powers, you won't have to suffer another creative, painful, and extremely powerful attack. You changed your name to hide behind your title, defined your entire existence by that title, but getting well and truly beaten here will give that title an unquenchable fire of shame. One that says 'not just a godmodder, but THE Godmodder wasn't strong enough to win and wasn't smart enough to know when he was beaten'. But if you call it off here, then at least the title will have some memory of wanting to end things right attached to it. If you surrender now, you'll still have a chance to follow some other dreams of yours. And if you surrender now, then at least you can take some pride in knowing you ended this conflict on your terms. So which would you like? To be completely broken and defeated with not even your dignity left? Or to respectfully back down and have at least something you can think back fondly of? Its your choice."

"I don't even know if this can be solved peacefully. Its probably impossible. But hey, Godmodder, you want to prove yourself as stronger than everyone else, and what better way to prove your strength than to do the impossible? Just ending the war is a show of strength, but ending it peacefully? That is the purest and most complete show of power I can think of. I believe you said something along the lines of life is all about strength. I'd disagree, but still. Is that why you want to be strong? Because you think you'll get more out of life? Then in the name of dreams, prove it. Prove your strength! Prove it by doing what nobody has been able to do for about three years and end this war peacefully! You're going to lose, so this is your last chance to show yourself as being stronger than everyone else, at least for a moment. Your name, and so your entire existence, will live on with the memory of that strength. Prove to everyone here that you have that strength, that strength that is the most difficult kind to show, not strength of body or mind, but strength of heart. Do it by surrendering your weapons and powers so that both you and the world can finally know..."

I motion over to my right, where Wilson had appeared sometime during my monolog (once again, by the power of plot convenience). He was looking up at the Godmodder once again with his best puppy dog eyes and carrying a card in his mouth, just like he did a very long time ago. He had a single index card with a single, five letter word scrawled on it.

"Peace. So that all of us can finally know peace and I can finally forgive you. The power to choose is in your hands, Godmodder."

I then turn around and slowly walk away, but not before making sure Wilson gets back to safety using more plot convenience magic. I feel like this is the best way all 20 months of this can end. Three years if you count DTG1. The spirit of diplomacy from way back in the End shall rise again.

If this truly, legitimately, absolutely no joke actually works and ends the game, then first of all, FATALITY PEACE-ALITY! Then I calmly take the Godmodder's Banhammer/whatever weapon he uses and throw it into the fires of Mount Doom throw it off into the Void. Well, if that would destroy it. Otherwise, we're going to either need something more powerful or some very elaborate, easily sidequestable hiding system. Also, if needed, I redirect any more potential finishers against the Godmodder to myself instead.

And honestly, the chances of him scrambling to reclaim all his powers from losing them all in this surrender are equal to the chances of him returning from whatever near death situation any other attack puts him in. The chance for both of these by the way, is about 85% because that's what I estimate the odds of there being a DTG3 are. So surrender vs. "death" makes no difference.

> FINALE ALL-IN: EXECUTE!!!

I size up the Origin Wands with the Giant Gear.

I grab the Unicoders and begin to input every allocated Unicode character, right from NULL to PRIVATE USE CHARACTER-10FFFD. The sheer power within these wands shines as these Unicode characters, only visible to me and the Godmodder, begin to orbit the Godmodder's defeated body before spelling something out in lookalike characters, so that the Godmodder can understand them. DOWN TACK, LISU LETTER I, GREEK CAPITAL LETTER MU, VAI SYLLABLE TO, FOUR-PER-EM SPACE, HEBREW LETTER DALET, LARGE CIRCLE, OPEN BOX, Z NOTATION RIGHT IMAGE BRACKET, OLD ITALIC LETTER ZE, TIFINAGH LETTER YADD, spelling out TIME TO DIE. The Godmodder trembles in fear as I raise the Nuclear Powersaw and slice a finger off his defeated body, the Unicode characters entering the wound and turning the Godmodder vulnerable to every type of attack I throw at him...

I then grab the M134 Acidsprayer and jam it into the wound before opening fire, dissolving the Godmodder's innards. I then get a couple trillion digits of printout from the e-machine and shove them into the wound, stuffing the Godmodder's body with digits of 2.718281828 and so on. I grab the Synthetic Sprayer and slightly modify it for the purposes of this attack, firing ununoctium acid at the Godmodder that dissolves everything, even the air around him; the only thing remaining intact in its path is the Synthetic Sprayer itself. The Godmodder's body is destroyed. I pull out the Fluorite Decad and roll it at the Godmodder, using RNG manipulation and sheer situational pressure to make it come up 10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10. The much higher-powered - compare 16,777,216 to 10,000,000,000 and you'll see why - answer causes the Godmodder to tremble in fear as a copy of me, made of fluorite, appears and proceeds to copy my movements, duplicating the rest of the all-in! The Chlorine Combuster is next. I pull it out and spray the Godmodder's stuffed body with chlorine trifluoride, burning it and leaving nothing behind, or at least that's how standard science dictates it should go. Of course, it just chars the Godmodder, given his Omega Plus power level, but it still progresses to taking away the last 1 HP of health. The script octets are next. I roll them together and get 八-八-八-八-八-八-八-八-𒐆-𒐆-𒐆-𒐆-𒐆-𒐆-𒐆-𒐆-𐐩𐐻-𐐩𐐻-𐐩𐐻-𐐩𐐻-𐐩𐐻-𐐩𐐻-𐐩𐐻-𐐩𐐻 - all eights. The Far East Octet summons the sheer power of every Chinese character, compounded with Bonzo's Octet summoning the true power of Bonzo and also every Sumero-Akkadian cuneiform sign, and the Glyphic Octet summoning the spirit of Brigham Young, completely destroys the Godmodder's soon-to-be-lifeless body with the sheer power of writing.

Back to guns. I pull out Chemocide and pump the Godmodder full of ebola, then give him shockingly septic ebola cancer flesh eating disease. I then grab Jegus' Octet and roll it at the Godmodder. 8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8. The Godmodder trembles in fear as a ridiculously large bible drops onto his head. I then withdraw Notch's Smiter and unleash the holy power of Notch again, destroying the Godmodder's abused body with the power of Notch and also giving him Lassa fever.

I then perform the classic technique of pulling out the Bioterrorism USB and creating a USB slot in my target. Unfortunately, this is a roughly sequential all-in, so I must punch the Godmodder until a USB slot appears, which I do! I then shove the Bioterrorism USB into the slot, infecting the Godmodder with even more deadly even more shockingly septic super ebola super cancer super flesh eating disease. I then grab the four chemical element octets and roll them... 8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-8. All eights. The Godmodder is about to accuse me of hacking when a giant polonium chunk forcefully shoves itself into his digestive system, dealing radiotoxic damage, followed by a giant bismuth crystal stabbing his head, then a giant olive-colored arsenic copy of me appearing next to the fluorite copy of me and assisting in the all-in, then finally a giant carbon lump appearing and encasing the Godmodder before combusting in an epic flame! I continue to pull alchemies out and fire them. I smash the Godmodder over the head with my Glitch-Proof Armor because I can, then put it on, the Godmodder's blood fresh on it. I then pull out Chemostriker and slice another one of the Godmodder's fingers off, then pump fluoroantimonic acid and super ebola virus disease into the wound. I then grab the M134 Heatfreezer and fire some SCP-009 into the Godmodder! Here comes the most epic of all...

I grab the Origin Wands, the most abused alchemy of all time by my count, and rise into the air. Everyone else's Origin Wands shake in their inventories for this attack. I grab my Origin Wands and create a giant sphere, 200 km in diameter. The outer casing of the sphere retracts itself to a meridian line, 0.5 km thick, before firing a giant laser into the Godmodder. The laser is imbued with all sorts of deadly substances including Frank Morris' cube lubrication, which turns everything of a reasonable size that it touches into a Rubik's cube that can never be solved. The other Origin Wands begin to create other solids. One creates a metallic tetrahedron, 200 km on a side, that floats into the air and folds itself up, revealing a giant minigun attached to the one remaining side that opens fire on the Godmodder! Another creates a crystal cube that also folds itself up on one side, revealing a giant chainsaw that slices the Godmodder open! The third creates an octahedron made of redstone and slime blocks made of various unusual, non-cubic shapes. The Godmodder trembles even harder in fear as the octahedron retracts its lower half and hovers over him before dropping an inverted pyramid, extremely sharp at its point, on his head. The fourth creates a dodecahedron made of perfectly green blocks, appearing as #FF0000 on the screens of all remaining players. It opens up and reveals a giant diamond, which begins to vibrate, causing the Godmodder's ears to begin bleeding for some strange reason! The fifth and final pair creates an icosahedron made of tiny copies of me, which swoop down and perform a sub-all-in on the Godmodder, dealing copious amounts of damage!

The next part of the attack is the M134 Arcticbomber, which I pull out and use to infect the Godmodder with Arcticbomb, wiping his mind. He looks around, confused for a second, before realizing that I have chipped away a little bit of that 1 HP left. I then grab the Snapper and fire on the Godmodder's foot, slowly infecting him with SCP-409. I grab Toxicide and, with the sheer power of my mad chemistry, fire fluoroantimonium trifluoride, a combination of the dissolving powers of fluoroantimonic acid with the fire-starting of chlorine trifluoride! I then give him the ultimate disease, one that not even SCP-353 could top -- NUCLEAR EBOLA! The sheer unoriginality of the name gives way when the Godmodder begins to spontaneously combust while alpha decaying instantly. The Godmodder shakes this off, having taken a minimal amount of HP loss, then watches as I withdraw the Sharpener and fire it straight through the Godmodder's other foot, infecting it with SCP-409 as well.

I then grab the Screenfreezer and infect the Godmodder's highly damaged body with CIH, wiping his brain and his morning routine. I then pull out Element's Maker and begin to fire bullets made of random elements. At least, they seem random, but if you take their symbols' first letters, you get "YOUVE FAILED AT EVERYTHING NOW SUFFER FOR WHAT YOUVE DONE". The power of ytterbium, osmium, uranium, vanadium, einsteinium, iron, astatine, iodine, etc. bullets synthesizes a previously unknown molecule, which is so deadly it damages the Godmodder. However, it's also a memetic hazard and divulging information about many of its properties causes instant diarrhea. I grab the BILLY BAZOOKA and summon the ghost of Billy Mays with its innate Billy-izing Mays-ination. Billy Mays begins to yell so loud the Godmodder's ears explode! As he yells, I fire the Billy-izing Mays-inator rockets at the Godmodder, exploding him with Mays-inating power! I pull out the Remington 420. Using its Trololo powers, I summon another ghost, this time the ghost of Eduard Khil. The Godmodder is surprised to find an incredibly rare pepe, even rarer than babysphee's pepe, using its innate pepe powers on him. The pepe causes the Godmodder to begin losing IQ points from being subjected to immature internet memes invented by twelve-year-olds! Eduard Khil begins to sing the Trololo for a final time, adding insult to injury! Next, I withdraw the Constellate Pointer and aim it at every star in the sky. Despite the fact that I am aiming pretty much randomly with regards to the Godmodder's location, the rockets fly around the Godmodder before flying into him, sending him sky-high!

I then withdraw the Kill Screen, using its virus powers to manipulate both biological and computer viruses before sending them into the Godmodder, infecting him with both biological and electronic strains of the Really Sucky Virus! This causes him to have a massive seizure as I pull out the Colt CM10, using its Shengshou 10x10 powers and iterating through every cube state on the 10x10, dealing massive damage. I then withdraw Celestial Might and fire on the Godmodder. A million grenades pulse through his body, blowing him sky-high again. Next, I grab the Windowed Sword and edit the Godmodder's settings, setting "likes eating feces" to true, "level" to "complete n00b", "IQ" to "same as King Ikea according to my administering of the WISC-IV", "things he likes" to ["eating poop", "eating fecal matter", "drinking diarrhea"], "ability to do anything" to "worse than a comatose person", etc.

I then withdraw the Plumsgun. Using this, Michael Rosen begins to grab his copy of the Plumsgun, but I stop him and hand him a giant bag of toenails. He then tells the Godmodder to grow toenails. The Godmodder is about to point out that he already has toenails when Michael reveals that he does not, in fact, possess toenails, dealing toenails damage. I then withdraw my Testwriter and write a test. The first question is "what's 9 + 10?" The Godmodder answers "19". I reply with "wrong, it's 910 because + denotes concatenation" and smash him over the head with a hammer. Next, the practical section. I grab him and drop him into a sea of fluoroantimonic acid. He is to escape before getting dissolved. This is also impossible, as there is literally no way to escape. The final question: What is the square root of minus 99999999999? Grid it into a standard SAT grid-in sheet. This is obviously impossible, so he fails. As punishment, I subject him to more of the all-in!

I grab the Deleter and fire on the Godmodder, CryptoLocking him permanently. I then grab the Dinner Blaster and summon King Harkinian. He devours the Godmodder as his dinner, dealing dinner damage! The dinner damage destroys everything around the Godmodder and sends the Godmodder sky-high! I then grab the Billy Textscrambler! I then pull out Die Waffe and summon Hermann Fegelein, whose essence I used in making it. Fegelein begins to perform a million antics on the Godmodder, who goes "BRINGEN SIE MIR FEGELEIN! FEGELEIN! FEGELEIN!" while banging his fist on the... detonation button? He is sent sky high as I jump up and slap chop him with the Remingchopper, summoning Vince Offer, who punches the Godmodder in the face.

I then begin a cubing relay as my fluorite and arsenic clones set up the stackmat and timer. I start with the Cubed Crossbow. Using its 2x2 powers, I summon a million 2x2 cubes and pause time as I solve all of them and load them into the crossbow before solving the 2x2 in 0.2 seconds, firing all of the Pocket Cubes into the Godmodder's face. I then grab the f/s-RPG and fire all six rockets in 2.33 seconds, before reloading it with Rubik's brand rockets. I solve the cube again and fire these Rubik's brand rockets into the Godmodder, turning all his cubes into original Rubik's brand cubes! He rages really hard as I withdraw the Yuxin Acidspitter and pour frankmorristimonic acid into the nozzle before attaching a hose to it. I then grab the Godmodder's arm and drag him up with me as I levitate the table up into the sky. I solve the cube, firing a variety of 4x4 Rubik's cubes, including Shengshou 4x4s, Moyu Aosu's, Yuxin 4x4s, mixed with frankmorristimonic acid, also known as highly corrosive (to everything but cubes and people) cube lubricant, encased in high energy pellets, dealing massive damage to the Godmodder! I then grab the Planetcrafter's Speedcube and begin to solve it. Using a time acceleration field, it creates a planet made of 5x5 Rubik's cubes that slams into the Godmodder, dealing all sorts of damage from every 5x5 Rubik's cube made, combined into a single planet. A stray Moyu Aochuang smashes the Godmodder's skull as I switch to the AK-VRS 6. I give the Godmodder Crappy Rubik's Cube Disease, a special disease that turns everything afflicted by it into a crappy store-bought Rubik's cube. Next, I grab the Sevenalarm Armcannon and put it on. I solve the 7x7 one-handed and deal EAS TONES damage to the Godmodder, plus firing it at the Godmodder as V-Cube 7's and Shengshou 7x7 minis fly around me as the EAS Tones energize them, then they fly into the Godmodder at high speed, knocking him back into a wall! I then grab the CTA-8 and fire V-Cube 8 and Shengshou 8x8 parts as well as pure calculation magic at the Godmodder! Antepenultimately, I withdraw SCP-585-B, solve it in one hand and fire it at the Godmodder, combining the Godmodder with SCP-409 (also known as infecting him with SCP-409). I then fly into the air and pull out Disaster's Speedcube. I solve it repeatedly, causing a volcano to erupt straight into the Godmodder's rear end, burning his entire alimentary canal (and then some) with lava, then a giant tsunami to be summoned in the sky (because logic doesn't matter any more) that sends the Godmodder into the ground. Finally, I fly down while solving Sacra Geometria, as it summons every Rubik's cube in existence sized up 1000 times. Each cube pops off each of its center caps as they spin around the Godmodder, trapping him. The cubes begin to fire various attacks at the Godmodder, each ridiculously complex!

I then grab Life's Wands. Using these wands, I smash the Godmodder over the head with a giant LWSS from nowhere. A stray Spartan universal computer-constructor is teleported to the Godmodder as it fires gliders at him, dealing Conway's Game of Life damage! I then withdraw Ergo Sum and destroy the Godmodder with the sheer power of every spaceship in every cellular automaton. Next, I pull out Mental Element and summon a million polonium golems that irradiate the Godmodder, while I continue with the Linguistic Uniter. I grab it and fire everything that has ever been written in every language, from the earliest writing to this post you see now and even those written till the extinction of humanity or even the heat death of the universe, at the Godmodder. I then pull out Red Oktoberfest and ubercharge every weapon for the rest of the all-in. This includes Cerberus, which fires a beam of pure wither at the Godmodder, the White Glove, which fires TF2 milk at the Godmodder, the Black Hand, which fires the Black Death at the Godmodder, the Author's Artifact, which fires golden energy into the Godmodder, overcharging his brain and causing it to explode, and finally Seventh Sin, which I use to apply Bloodlust on myself, giving the rest of this attack minicrits.

Next up are all the script bows. I pull out the Armenian Alertbow and fire a blast of pure Armenian script at the Godmodder, a ball of everything from ayb to ech yiwn, laced with EAS Tones and a side of diarrhea infested toilet. Next, I pull out the Deseret Clockbow and rapid-fire every letter from short a to ew, then pull out the Shavian Electrobow and fire all the Shavian letters. I then pull out the Great Leader's Bow and fire all the Hangul syllables, all 11,172 modern Korean syllables, plus the extra syllables for ancient Korean.

I then grab the Deva's Dissolver, Bengali Ebowla, Uranium Gujarati, the Guru's Toxincrosser, the Oriya Acidspitter, Tamil Bowtox, the Corrosive Coder, Kannada's Combuster and the Malayatoxin Bow. Using these, I fire deadly chemical and biological death upon the Godmodder, infused with the nine official scripts of India. The Godmodder is unable to escape the Indic scripts' wrath and is shot with a million arrows. Next, I pull out Katakana's Bow of the Depths of Volcanoes and Hiragana's Bow of the Wintery Icelands. Using these two bows, I rain syllabary death upon the Godmodder, infusing him with the Japanese language (and also turning him into a massive weeb). I then pull out Kana's Bow of the Hotness and Chillness and load a single arrow into it that hits the Godmodder and fragments into every katakana and hiragana letter.

I then withdraw Arcum Os and Arcus Orientum. Using their powers, I fire Latin and Chinese words into the Godmodder's face, dealing damage from things like 美国国家安全局监狱 (NSA jail), 共产党企鹅军团 (communist Linux penguin army), and so on. I then grab Compound's Creator and fire ununoctic chlorotrifluoro-fluoroantimonic acid (H2ClF10SbUuo, impossible to synthesize with any technology except this gun) which is the most deadly of all acids at the Godmodder's face, eating, burning and irradiating it. I then withdraw the Grammar Nazi and write a 20,000 word essay full of typos and grammatical mistakes. I then feed the text into the Grammar Nazi and fire, causing an animated SCP-857-1q (a spoopy skeleton) to maul the Godmodder. I then grab the Gatekeeper's Sword and stab the Godmodder with it, then transform it into the Potion Globedropper and drop 10 different potions that all add minicrits, increasing the final power of this attack. I then grab the Sizer and fire it at the Godmodder, a giant bullet exploding his brain!

Next, I send the Godmodder a test from the AK-1889. Seeing as he is a godmodder and should know calculus, he solves it and is replaced with a flesh cube for 0.2 seconds. I then pull out the Loominarty 420 and prove the Godmodder is the Illuminati: The Godmodder. Godmodder. Godmodder has 9 letters. Nine is three times three. Three. The Illuminati has three sides. The Godmodder is Illuminati confirmed. The Godmodder is shocked by this as I send the proof flying at his skull. Next, I pull out the Brusher and expunge the Godmodder from existence by the Unicode characters in his body turning him into solid stone for the 0.02 seconds it takes for the bullet to fly all the way around the world.

I then pull out SCP-216-DTG and SCP-590-DTG. I wave SCP-590-DTG around, then toss them back into my inventory. I then use SCP-216-DTG and shove it down the Godmodder's throat, dealing massive damage with an array of deadly objects. I then pull out Ear Removal and summon AT19.95TV, the fusion of Billy Mays and AT88TV. The Godmodder immediately claws at his ears trying to get the EAS Tones out of them, but to no avail. His head explodes, then reforms having taken damage. I pull out the Thaumic Aspectblaster and fire a bolt of Mortuus at the Godmodder, dealing deadly damage! I then pull out the Pitcher's Power and create a war between Billy Mays and Vince Offer, with the Godmodder caught in every single second of the crossfire!

I then pull out Syntaxidermy and Mentaleev. Using these, I summon a copy of me in every element who all feed in the fanfictions with the worst grammar into their copies of Syntaxidermy, causing a million reanimated nuclear quest-giving taco monsters to maul the Godmodder, all made of different elements. They all switch to Shrek'd Prepubescence, rekting the Godmodder so hard. This isn't just a triple, it's "OHH BABY A 1337x!" The Godmodder yells for the squeaker sounds to shut up, as they are coming from every direction. I then pull out Tartari Geometria and solve it, inflicting Oblivion on the Godmodder! I withdraw the Resonance Chamber. Using them, I select the Godmodder and shake him up a bit, then a lot, then a whole bunch. I then pull out the Voxwands and begin a second medley, based off the sequel to my first medley. Cue the Godmodder crapping his pants before I make him slam himself into the ground in time to the music with the Unicontrollers. I proceed to smash him with the Upgraded Pocket Alchemiter.

I then pull out the Speakers and blast piercing sine-wave EAS Tones into the Godmodder's ears, causing his ears to bleed, then sentence-mix him into saying really embarrassing stuff like "I like Barney the Dinosaur!" and "I enjoy eating my own poop!" I then pull out my super-amazing Questgiver and send him on a doom questrial straight from my unused ideas for Infinite War! It is 340,000 parts long and he dies instantly. I pull out the Remington TCR and cause a morbidly obese person (or, as Ghost would say, a hambooooone) to fall on the Godmodder. He then turns into a pile of cans that drowns the Godmodder in razor-sharp cans!

I then pull out Universal Roguelike and transform all the Unicode characters in the Godmodder's body into monsters that tear the Godmodder apart, then pull out the Beretta 50K-LS and summon Leopold Slikk to smash keyboards all over the Godmodder as a "road surprise". I then pull out Everyslayer and transform it into JoJslayer.

"Now, Godmodder." The Godmodder kneels before his new master. I withdraw my concrete cylinder, JoJslayer, from a dimension where all did it 15 times all over again for naught. Wrought from the silver heart of HoH SiS' false promise, laced with vessels that pulsed with foundation repair, hewn from the horns of the JoJites' generals, it laughs as it is set loose, a laugh that only I can hear, but no one can share. I swing the concrete cylinder through the Godmodder's head. I take the crushed skull of my fallen enemy and tear open his stomach, stuffing the crushed skull inside. He vomits steam as I summon a great meteor from space to smash into the Godmodder and torment him, for no reason at all. A vision then appears. It is the JoJites, entombed in their cursed JoJ armor, calling me from their JoJbase which wasn't on Planet JoJ. "Cobalt, you must get the JoJ done right the first time." I channel my rage through JoJslayer. The foundation repair boils as I summon the great meteor from space, swathed with the blood of the Godmodder, leap onto it, and fly into space. I encase the entire meteor in a wreath of holy JoJ and then fly through Planet JoJ, killing the JoJ out of it. Then I send Planet JoJ's carcass into JoJland's, killing the JoJ out of it and making every JoJite in the galaxy explode, and inside each JoJite a Hercules Hook sang of mortal life's fleeting precipice.

We are nearing the end! I pull out the Remington Graffiti and summon Tub Guy, who says some sick thing that makes the Godmodder take sleaze damage, Kingdom of Loathing style! I then pull out Cool Ranch Killer and make a finale montage parody that I post on the internet! Finally, I pull out the RIB and rapid information blast the Godmodder before pulling out the Dumper and summoning every YTP character! They all use their weapons on the Godmodder, utterly destroying him!

Finally, I go back to my roots; in fact, to the first non-nullpost I made on this thread. I jokingly type "/ban Godmodder477" into the chat. And... oh wow, it worked! It killed him AND banned him from his own server forever!

Finally. The end has come. So, who shall land the final blow?

I don't know who might. Everyone will want to take their place in history as the final attack of DTG2.

Including myself.

Here we go. I hope I get this. Although I probably won't. Eh. You win some. You lose some. But if my attack somehow gets chosen, against all odds, then here's what happens.

I rocket into the sky, pulling in limitless quantities and absurd varieties of incredibly powerful forces, each one plucked from eldritch locations that not even those among you who have thought they've seen it all know of. Around the metallic body of my drone, these forces gather, swirling around, dwarfing everything that has so far seen use on the battlefield, aside from the comb raves. Indeed, I cannot exceed those alone, although now, with the Godmodder on 1 health, I can almost feel the last vestiges of the OP scale retreating. This power, this unnatural, abominable, raw power. It is mine to command again, as it always should have been, and would never have left me had I not taken part in the war.

I am not a being of creation. Everything I have made, in some form, serves the rather single-minded purpose of bringing destruction. I am not exaggerating this at all. What I'm making right now, with these forces, is no different from any of my other creations. Eventually, finally, one might be able to see through the storm. This particular creation of mine is utterly horrifying to those familiar with me. It stands tall, emitting a gray beam into the sky, surface writhing with all sorts of power. It is...

...

A beacon.

After a few seconds, something far off, rapidly drawing nearer, rockets into the atmosphere that still remains around Minecraftia. It slams into the beacon, which rises up into the air, unfolding into an absolutely horrifying and indescribable nightmare. It warps into an entirely new being through the power granted to it by the Mainframe. To call it a beacon anymore would be completely wrong. The Creation takes one look at the Godmodder, then screeches loudly, the unholy sound itself causing agony to all those who perceive the noise. It begins advancing, unfolding around the Godmodder and the wreckage of the cockpit, then suddenly squashes itself inwards.

Inside the Creation, many images flicker into existence. Millions of universes, googolplexes of lives, a legacy of one of the most utterly destructive beings that ever lived in the multiverse. Uncountable tonnes of metal shift every time it moves, the very fiber of it's being causing death wherever it goes. All from a single being. What could this creature possibly be? I'll tell you, but at this point, you really shouldn't be surprised what it is.

IT'S ME

THE ENGINE OF DESTRUCTION

I tear open the wall of the Creation, although not via a drone - this one's a more personal endeavor. The walls fall away with ease, and I lunge at the Godmodder, thousands of metal and crystal tendrils reaching over to pull him in and destroy him in a not-that-nice way. He has just the right amount of time to scream, which he instead uses to swing the Banhammer. That thing gets crushed in an instant, followed by...

Cut to gray.

A few seconds later, I back away from the ruin of the Creation, then burp loudly. There's no Godmodder anywhere in sight, only a couple of bloodstains. If I'm completely honest, he didn't taste that nice at all. Too much salt. I morph back into drone form, then turn to stare at everyone else present.

"What?"

As everyone else scrambles forwards to get a shot at the dying godmodder, Eric stays back, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

And then one of his boots sputters out.

Ohcrap

Eric spirals out of control, faceplanting into armageddon hill, the Mark 42 armor shattering completely.

He looks up.

Well. How's this for a beginning?

He presses a hand to his ear.

Hank. How are you holding up out there?

What? Sanford? Where's Hank?

You can't be serious. The universe was ending and we STILL had fights in the cockpit?

Several fights?

oi vey...

Anyways, you guys should be good to come back now.

Eric pulls his finger down.

There is the signature whoosh almost immediately, as the TARDIS returns to Armageddon Hill to pick up those who may need it.

But the shape of Armageddon Hill has changed.

The TARDIS drops from midair, landing square, dead center of where the godmodder is lying/was lying, if not getting the kill, at least invoking some comical mutilation of the corpse.

I get down close to the Godmodder.I tell him, "For all the things you've done, I'm going to carve you like a bird!"

One hour later...

Everyone has a celebration dinnner. There is somehow enough godmodder chicken for everyone.

((I had to cut this post into two because. There was legitimately no way around it, this post broke character limits. My inevitable third post this turn will go into randomly empowering this whole hyper-ultra-super-mega-overkill finale attack, for lack of a better action.))

FINAL ACT-PART 1.

Speech time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and all others who dare to call themselves Anti-Godmodders in every iteration. The Secret's Few. The Anti-Psi. The Anti-Zero. The first Anti-Godmodders of the First War. Ourselves, of course, the Second Anti-Godmodders of the Second War. The technical Third Anti-Godmodders, in the Pantheon Godmodding War. And all future Anti-Godmodders, across all worlds, and all others who dare to fight an invincible might and hope to conquer it. For those before us, we honor your legacy and we are honored by it. For those after us, we are honored by your future legacy, and hope that you honor ours, as we finish our delegated tasks, though we also hope that our actions here would forever quell the beast of The Godmodder, in every infinite iteration he dares to take. Know this:"

"We have reached the end."

"This is it."

"Today, we Destroy the Godmodder."

"We have stood against the sky, and thus waged war, and seeing our power, the sky trembled, fell back, shocked at our infinite will to survive and our infinite drive, and destroyed it utterly. We are a legion of infinite numbers, extending beyond all boundaries, before you ever were, and well after you ever will be, a greater force than you ever could be. Red Dragon. Psi-Godmodder. UserZero, and oh especially you, yes, You, current 'Godmodder.' And everyone else who dares to follow the footsteps of these, to impose fear and destruction across what is, endlessly for your own amusement or to further selfish personal goals."

"Let it be the lesson that you are weakness and we are strength."

"Let it be the lesson that what happens here-the failure, the punctuation mark, the lowest note-let it be the lesson that this is the end, always."

"Your win does not exist."

With that done...I draw various weapons from my personage while going True Trickster. The power of Pulchritude, despite what is typical of the forces of Trickster, remains as it is, white and green. You think Charisma changes? It's too...Central to everything. It is how we act, how we convince, how we change. It is the diplomat, the commander, the one who brings us together as one. Nothing can change TRUE Charisma. Of course, everyone can also clearly see the most Trickster individual 99% of you have ever laid witness to in your lives. As for the weapons-with all the arms needed to hold them springing from my clothes, even in the most illogical of places, grabbing hold of my entire load out as well as Zilly versions of every weapon I've got, and every Zilly Weapon ever, really. It’s all aimed at the Godmodder, prepped for an All-In. I look like I leaped straight out of a seriously deranged war cartoon the way I’m standing right now.

This seriously deranged cartoon is about to become the strongest being in existence, period, with a serious arsenal, infinite creative madness, and beyond infinite charismatic flow that's about to uncork itself in a mad-awesome way.

Meanwhile, far away...

((Before I go on: If not all, most of what I am about to say here is pretty much canon. In particular: Twin has said, on Word of Twin, that indeed, PARADOX SPACE IS NOT AN ENTITY, as the narrator here rambles-it is merely a collection of universes with a related kink in time-space that makes time-looping so easy to the point of infamy.))

You are now...The RED SUN. Like the Red Dragon, this actually isn't your real name-but the actual name is kind of complicated and you answers to both, so RED SUN it is. You are technically not conscious to a degree any sapient entity would call conscious, but you are a channel for knowledge and part of the NARRATIVE, so there’s that. You are the counterpart and ‘brother’ to the GREEN SUN, which, like you, is also not its real name. Both of you are special beings, a part of the omnipresent NARRATIVE, and the purpose of the Narrative is to guide the many worlds down their paths, hopefully in the most favorable way possible. You and your Brother are associated with an area in the world called PARADOX SPACE. PARADOX SPACE, or just P-SPACE, is the birthplace for both of you, but it fails to be a part of the NARRATIVE itself, though it is often confused for such. That is merely the NARRATIVE at work; however, due to the area’s interesting nature with looping time and instances that practically seem like it could only ever be luck, when in reality the NARRATIVE is preventing a temporal paradox, lead to the misconception that PARADOX SPACE is a sapient entity. In all reality, it is an area in space-time that, like many others in the MULTIVERSE you rest in, has non-standard rules regarding certain space-time procedures, specifically time travel. You aren’t much better nor more conscious than the NARRATIVE, but you are a legitimate physical entity with something that can be called thought if technically an extension of the NARRATIVE. Like an Octopus and its limbs-the NARRATIVE is the central brain while the limb operates somewhat separately, but not without its permission in the end.

Being part of the NARRATIVE, you are part of the most powerful entity in all of the multiverse, and not only that but a relatively benevolent one-though it won’t seem like it to anyone looking at its exact actions, all of its actions are, in fact, a bid to explicitly guide the world to an outcome that is somewhat favorable, where good triumphs over evil, with occasional exceptions. Most of those exceptions are to quash out Crossover Events-and those are being quashed out for a very good reason, either for a longer-term benefit to the first goal, or simply to prevent one world’s weaker inhabitants from being overwhelmed by another world’s stronger inhabitants. This goal is actually merely a step towards another, more important and much longer-term goal, which is [REDACTED]. As part of the NARRATIVE, you share its omniscient mind, not to the same degree, but you know almost everything, with choice exceptions here and there-being a massive ball of crimson plasma, however, you can’t really act on it yourself. As for the NARRATIVE, though it is an omnipresent force, it is extremely difficult to influence other entities due to how it thinks, a natural detriment to its goals on the whole. Indeed, though it knows everything, it does not UNDERSTAND everything, and many things regarding the very entities it is charged with manipulating are beyond it. It is not exactly a physical law, but it would not be considered sapient by a standard definition-though, it thinks, therefore it is. It thinks in a vastly different way to the entities it usually has to deal with, though, which is where the problems lie. The best way to describe it: Humans are not usually aware of cellular entities in the air around them and usually do not have terribly fine control in working with them. They don’t know where they are exactly, what they are doing exactly, and so on. The NARRATIVE, in turn, has issues directly understanding the entities it is supposed to guide across a better path. This presents problems that neither of you could fix on your own merits.

Of course…If a regular entity was granted access to the powers of the Narrative, that entity could easily use and manipulate with them on the non-NARRATIVE level while maintaining a medium of the omniscience needed. In part, those people already exist: The Writers, Artists, Musicians, Directors, and other creative people who wish to make a story. However, they merely write the story. They don’t exactly control those once the story is made-they are the undisputed masters of their pen-and-paper (or equivalent) world, but perhaps not so much in the world that those stories create. In addition, the Narrative is, for lack of a better term, too big to properly infuse an entity with its power in any direct way. This is where you and your brother come in.

Your most important task as a limb of the NARRATIVE is to bestow upon certain entities specifically tailored to the task the status and power of FIRST GUARDIAN, a protector over a specific, usually small sector of the Multiverse as well as an overseer for that area, making sure the NARRATIVE works on a smaller, ‘cellular’ scale and given the power to manipulate the NARRATIVE’s power to ensure this. They cannot do so directly, though, a caveat to the power-they manipulate the NARRATIVE through handy computers called UPDATE TERMINALS-computers that are attuned with the Narrative. Combined, the force can manipulate the NARRATIVE on the ‘cellular’ level. This is basically making them writers of the stories within the stories themselves, a second author so to speak. In addition, to make sure these special entities are not easily slain, you and your brother’s empowerment both allow the FIRST GUARDIAN to be extremely hard to kill, have access to nigh-unlimited energy, a degree of omniscience, various spatial and temporal manipulations, and other powers that would suit a chosen helper of the NARRATIVE fully utilize their abilities. You and your brother do it in somewhat different ways: You specialize in Temporal Manipulations, the nigh-invulnerability, and the nigh-unlimited energy, while your brother specializes in Spatial Manipulations, as well as the omniscience bit-though in the end, from a regular entity's standpoint, which sun is empowering the FIRST GUARDIAN tends to be mostly trivia at best, as both are effectively DEITIES with a wide variety of powers...

...Of course, as with everything, FIRST GUARDIANS are not perfect. They are not complete channels and do not have your full power at their disposal, only a part of it. That, and like anything else, they are still limited mentally, and even then they are NOT perfect, resulting in situations like the issues with the IUPC or Binary. A mortal mind cannot truly comprehend infinite knowledge-in fact, nothing can. The NARRATIVE’S issues with smaller entities aside, it still has blind spots-very few in number, but there are issues that you do not know about until later on-Binary and the IUPC are standout, though the former is being taken care of. No-one knows everything about existence. Even when that isn’t a factor, there is a factor that doesn’t go away. Luck. Sometimes, luck really does matter. The NARRATIVE can gamble better than anyone else, but gambling implies a chance of losing, and it has lost, bemoaned the loss, and cursed lady luck for it. And let us be clear, LADY LUCK does not in fact exist on any scale to screw with the NARRATIVE, though it takes SPECIAL INTEREST in anything with the powers of LUCK because of this. They tend to be wily ones.

But enough of that rambling. You have a task.

Right now, your goal is to create a new FIRST GUARDIAN, one that, due to TEMPORAL ISSUES, is best suited for YOUR type of powers, unlike the last two who operated in the same area. This is due to the nature of the problem that this one must oversee, specifically [REDACTED]. Normally the additional brainpower granted by the GREEN SUN is more favorable, but the particular temporal issues surrounding this problem are enough that the temporal manipulation needs some attention. As for the entity you are uplifting, he (and it is a male, usually) is suited to the role himself due to their experience with battling a specific entity that has been continually a thorn in the NARRATIVE’s side, known as 'The Godmodder,' who is a powerful reality-warping menace who often threatens mass carnage and unprecedentedly large Crossover Events, and is indeed central to the problem this one must oversee as well. As if drawn to you already, this one has a few weapons correlating to you already and has already channeled your power on occasion, though very briefly and not fully conscious of what it was doing, it appears. Some do without being FIRST GUARDIANS, true, but those are usually candidates for the role anyways. This one was also a pivotal piece regarding the re-caging of [REDACTED] in the so-called SQUID INK INCIDENT, and has built a credible reputation. One of the better candidates.

This new FIRST GUARDIAN would take upon himself the area commonly called MINECRAFT, or U3, the third corner of the Trifecta, the birthplace of the Few and the prison of the so-called Red Dragon, and the battleground for most of the Godmodding Wars-one of the Largest Crossover Events in history, dedicated to fighting the aforementioned Godmodder, wherein a variety of entities, directly influenced by the Narrative, including several ‘Anti-Godmodders,’ waged undying war against The Godmodder for the massive crossover events he threatened through his sheer existence alone. Indeed, every last war has been some of the largest Crossover Events in existence at the time. The FIRST GUARDIAN’s role there is typically and explicitly to end these wars as they spring up, and hopefully, with time, truly Destroy the Godmodder for good. As for the specific event this new FIRST GUARDIAN will oversee, it is known as the Zeroth Godmodding War, named after the current ‘Godmodder’ (it’s a title), UserZero, who, on top of her threatening war en-masse, is also planning to [REDACTED].

As the entity in question was not BORN a First Guardian, which is troublesome, the only feasible process would normally involve being in immediate contact with you, the RED SUN. As of right now, he is nowhere near you, and indeed, wrapping up another Godmodding War. However, fortunately for you, the entity in question has a direct tap to you and your powers that you can use as an intermediate to manage the process and teleport him directly to you, a facet of your plans assured through the NARRATIVE and yourself earlier. The NARRATIVE has grown very good at their influencing of events, yourself included...All that's left to do is the metaphorical snop of your fingers.

...You meant snap. Not snop.

Though it is very hard to really identify a sense of self to an entity who is barely comparable to a conscious being, and one that is technically a limb to the actual main entity, you cannot help but bemoan the fact that among your 'holes' in your Omniscience as of current is language.

In any case, you make the metaphorical SNAP of your fingers, channeling power through a MINIATURE YOU in the inventory of a faux-Minecraftian...

I freeze up, and perhaps for the first time in a long while, people see me, as a True Trickster no less, don a neutral expression. Previously, I could not help but at least smirk post-Tricksterdom, even while not overtly going Trickster. I...I...I felt something kind of off, an odd feeling. A GOOD kind of odd, but the point stands.

I realize something-I forgot one Alchemy in my ridiculous armament of literally every last one thus far. I search through the last remaining recesses of my Inventory, ignoring some old Animatronic Parts that were left around and spying the Miniature Red Sun, acting up, flaring up, as if to suddenly increase in size. Curious, I take it out.

It suddenly increases in size to become twice my size, to my shock (as a massive cartoonish "!" appears above my head). The scarlet inferno has randomly decided to suddenly become a considerably more dangerous thing, from my perspective. I consult the Magic English Eye: "What is happening to the Mini-Red Sun?" It responds swiftly:

As usual, its being cryptic, but this was really not the time for that.

The Miniature Red Sun, meanwhile, stops being so miniature, now encompassing a noticeable portion of the area, and stops being spherical as well, as it suddenly stretches itself around me. Instinct demands I flee immediately, and yet, by a force everywhere at once, I feel simultaneously compelled to stay in place. I resolve for zipping around in a roughly spherical area that the sun now decides to contain me in. Onlookers observe in confusion and shock. Even the 4th dimensional beings that are inclined to watch realize that my prison cannot be penetrated, as on every level, the Slightly-Less Miniature Red Sun, now roughly the size of a two-story house, has completely surrounded me on every dimensional level, preventing anyone from knowing the process within, except me.

An inherent panic of death rises up in me. My God-Tier given immortality was looking quite nil: had I somehow earned a Just death for my time as a zombie, even if that was against my will?! Was the Narrative through with me? Was Paradox Space this angry at the Sterile Session? I cannot figure it out-the Magic English Eye went unresponsive. Uncertainty in a time of crisis was a scary thought. It was the possibility that all of it might have been for naught that scared me the most. I wasn't going to live to see the end of the War, not because I didn't fight hard enough to deserve it but because the Narrative up and decided, 'oh hey buddy, time to die!'

As expected of my predicament, the inferno of the Red Sun quickly closes in, and for a moment, my body is filled, inside and out, with an immense pain as the Scarlet Inferno overtakes my senses...

Guanine, Cytosine, Adenine, Thymine. GCAT. The very first four pieces of the genetic code that was inherent in every FIRST GUARDIAN ever. Many were born that way, or more likely, the simple mutation from birth as a result of NARRATIVE interference demanding that one person on the planet have the mutation, allowing one of the suns to come in and give them the (mostly random) entity the proper power, sometimes immediately and sometimes later on. More rare are those that were created artificially, and were symbiotic entities, working with other sapient entities as bodies while behaving quite like a powerful ghost-working with the compatible to do what a more regular FIRST GUARDIAN would do with somewhat more competence and making it harder to kill, at the cost of some complications that arise naturally from such an entity’s operations. Most rare, however, were those that are made one without being born one. Some are simply chosen later-though picked out far in advance due to unlimited foresight, unaltered until the right time. Typically, the FIRST GUARDIANS of MINECRAFT were GREEN SUN Guardians and laid under the second ‘Ghost’ category, hosts of the First Guardian TwinBuilder, but changing suns is a bit of an iffy process and could not be done right now, and in any case, there were other reasons behind this particular move. This move was the least common of all methods to create First Guardians: Rather than messing around with just a sequence of genetics, it takes the intended FIRST GUARDIAN to be, and utterly annihilates their bodies, and in the process allowing their souls to briefly become one with the RED SUN, before having all the individual atoms rebound exactly as they are, barring the genetic differences that would naturally arise (a trivial task for YOU while the atoms are still within your physical form), formed into a fully-fledged FIRST GUARDIAN.

The process is the rarest not because it is actually an honor, but because it is extremely painful, and sometimes unreliable. It takes a genuinely tough customer to keep hold of consciousness and sanity when the entirety of the body is torn to atom-sized shreds. Failure to keep a grip would mean that the host goes insane, or is turned vegetative, and you nor the NARRATIVE are not terribly compatible minds for the body of any Regular Entity in case either happens, so effectively if either happens, it fails. Of course, you have full knowledge that this entity's chances are very high. It’s a shame you can’t speak, he’d love to hear that right now.

I almost certainly no longer have a body, and any possible ressurective immortality thing being a God Tier was blown out the window due to a serious case of atomization. My transformation as a Minecraftian expired, turning me back into a human and closer to my actual real self, not like it mattered as I was incinerated beyond the point of having a self.

And yet. I thought. I still was. I think, therefore I am, so I am still here, in some fashion.

And then the pain of suddenly being almost everywhere at once within a Sun with the force of Two Universes behind it kicked in. It was worse than just being incinerated-it was being…Oh, there’s no words for it! I wholly recommend that it be an experience that no-one is ever forced to do. I'm not describing it. It was just. Awful. I don't want to think about it!

And then...THEN.

Then it hits me, something else.

Having an omniscient eyeball jammed into your eye socket is one thing. It was like the internet, but somewhat faster and included things the internet didn't have, or I couldn't easily reach. Secrets. I could also look at anything in the universe by having an 'all-seeing' eyeball, bar the Blackout Zones. Useful, but I felt like Doc Scratch overhyped his own omniscience.

Actually being omniscient was another. The Hype behind it was real.

Almost everything was suddenly open to me. Some of the big questions were ignored, and some items were skipped over, but for a brief instant, despite the fact that I really lacked a physical body, I was currently the mind of an omniscient. I could predict the future, predict outcomes with startling clarity, solve mathematical equations that would normally elude my grasp in full clarity, and I could understand the exact situation, know it down to the detail. I saw every corner of the multiverse, what it once was and what it now is, stretching across all times and all spaces. The one thing that I wanted to know that my mind could not wrap itself around was why I was in this incredibly painful furnace-and it still hurt, a lot.

I am torn over whether or not I would not want to repeat the experience for its immense pain, or if I do to reclaim knowing almost everything. My brief omniscience allowed me to know that my nigh-unlimited knowledge and my nigh-unlimited pain would only be a few seconds, but those were the slowest seconds I ever knew at the time, and still some of the most stretched out moments of my life. I was almost completely disembodied, I felt huge, I felt like nothing at all...Is this what it means to be the Red Sun?

It is only for a few seconds, as stated, then both feelings fade. The Omniscience fades too fast for me to really appreciate my unlimited knowledge, nor remember all of it, while my body reforms, atom by atom, changed in only one way and otherwise untouched, along with the rest of my weapons. The feeling of knowing everything fades but does not disappear entirely, though, but the pain is gone for good-well, aside from the fact I was still in a freaking furnace. My body becomes impossibly hard, and filled with power and energies from the furnace I was suddenly reforged in, and as everything clicked into place physically, something clicked mentally as well.

I…

…I was…

…I turned into…

…This place…

…It made me…

I’m…I’m a First Guardian now?

The last atom that the Red Sun took apart to complete the process slapped itself into place, leaving me practically untouched bar a whole new gene sequence and the supercharging of the Red Sun that it promised, in full. An instant later, an explosion occurred around me-just a release of unnecessary excess energies that may have gotten trapped in my body in the process of reforming it. That would not have been pleasant to keep in there, even as I am. For that moment, the Red Sun's scarlet fires expand enough to be visible to the naked eye from a great distance.

If anything was around to see it, they would see quite an interesting phenomena that they would not be able to explain, but would not forget.

I don’t stay long. The Red Sun had brought me here, and through its powers it brought me back-back to the slightly-less miniature Red Sun that it used as a portal to bring me to the real deal. The Miniature Red Sun itself shrank back to its regular size as well, fading around me until it hovered right in front of me, a last hand reclaiming it. Everyone nearby is suddenly shocked at my inexplicable survival, then chalk it up to Narrative…

…And then realize that something changed. Aside from the fact I was no longer a cubical being but a more curvy human (though, anyone with a lick of sense could figure out I was not actually human either), most of it was subtle. In True Trickster mode, with all the garish madness already, it would be pretty easy to miss at a glance, but anyone bothering to pay closer attention noticed changes. Red flashed up more often than other colors now on my still-gradienting clothes. Red now were my cheeks, like a Blush Sticker, instead of an Olive swirl, with a lighter red swirl within the red cheeks. My skin had grown slightly more pale, though still very Peachy. My hair, already red, looked like it was now made of fire, pieces of it flickering right off as a small sea of candies, either in red wrappings/containers or red themselves, made themselves apparent within. And looking at my eyes, however few dared, there was the most obvious sign. While the Magic English Eye (or its Trickster Equivalent) had glowing red cracks in it, my natural eye’s pupil, it looked like a red supernovae, only flickering with other colors at the edges-the other parts of the eye kept gradienting like usual, though still flickering to red more often. A few make the quick connection and get the idea-others still are kind of confused. Of course, I’m smiling my trademark grins, opening my mouth to lick my lips with what looked like a tongue-like slab of cherry taffy, with drool like cherry soda.

I look at my new self with no shortage of glee, bending in ways that would imply that I currently do not have a rigid bone structure. My happiness over this was some Trickster-induced and some quite genuine. The whole ordeal was horribly painful to a degree that I could not grasp, but the whole thing was also…Gratifying. I felt like I could crush things that I would have utterly no right to crush now, I felt strong and smart and very much more alive than I felt before. I could not precisely guess why now, of all times, was the time to make me a First Guardian, but it would certainly help out in making the Godmodder stay down…

Yeah my list of powers is getting stupid, fast, to the point of sue-ness. First Guardian, True Trickster, Alpha Godmodder-that alone was a pretty dumb OP Combo. There were also my natural fighting prowess and my control over water. Then there was the Pulchritude stuff, and my abilities as a Bard of Life. And let’s not forget the Smash Bros-I can turn into any fighter, up to four at once, and merge all four into one super-fighter, and I’m pretty sure I can do most of my other abilities in those alternate forms as well. And I sweat an explosive liquid. That last one is debatable as useful, of course, and I really should get that changed. Really though, in any other setting I would be a blatant Mary Sue all the way.

My mind is no longer fully omniscient, but I can feel a tug of great mental prowess, a partial omniscience, dragging me to the natural, most beneficial conclusion, telling me how to get there and what to do, and how things work and how people think and other things. I know the end of the Godmodder, and every step I would need to take to ensure it. I was no Scratch, not by any stretch, even with an omniscient eyeball still replacing one of the eyes, but I was competent enough to follow the logical steps to completion.

“Well, let’s carry on from where I was interrupted…And rock this heist the last time.” I say, flaring up with a new aura, one that mirrored my pupils, being a piercing scarlet in the core and only turning into a gradient of all colors at the edges. The aura grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, until the thing was, while not Incarnate-sized, terribly large, reaching up to the height the Legs once rose to before finally stopping.

I start the party by aiming at the Godmodder with the All-In, as I promised. Everything from the Adamantium Door to the Mental Musket, and all their Trickster counterparts, though that will probably be at the end of the All-In.

First, I pull out the Adamantium and Voidstone doors and dual wield them as I go into a crashing frenzy and tear into the Godmodder as much as possible, which naturally does nothing as he’s the Godmodder, until of course I surprise him by kicking a chunk of Voidstone right into his face. I follow up with dual-wielding the Iron Fist and the Silver Rifle, unloading a magazine’s worth of ammo into the Godmodder’s Face while turning on the Cold Fusion Ender Pearl to irradiate him, which is actually a distraction while I nail him with a Majjykal Chaos blast from the Arcane Emerald. I then start getting serious and pull out the Man Ender and Ring Deader, and double-fire them, riddling the Godmodder with more irradiated chaos bullets…From every direction, as I secretly planted a Warp Ring portal and the Warp Ring Gate on opposing sides of the Godmodder, riddling him with thrice the bullets. I then make a massive roar from the Skrillex Drop to disguise a roll of the Fluorite Octet-which I actually catch, as the Godmodder would simply sap the luck out of the roll, which distracts the Godmodder while I BONK him with Fear No Anvil upside the head, and then the Sacred Sword right into his chest-armor area, like that’ll work. The creative energies of each artifact radiate with each blow and come off, hovering into my Inventory. I expect the Godmodder to have an answer to each of these, and I legitimately doubt that any of these alchemical attacks will deal the final blow.

With that said, I pull out Hephaetus’ Gate, the Vulcanizer, and Caledfwlch, using time shenanigans to temporarily steal a copy from an alt. timeline past self who had yet to get around to making the Divine Gate of Harmony with it. The power of fire and time from each of them rush outwards, and surround the Terror Enderdragon Scale, which suddenly rushes into another freshly-rebuild Shrine of 2b2t while I distract the Godmodder with threats of a Spiral Sucker and bolts of Trickster Energies from it-even if he can’t turn Trickster those bolts can still do some funky things. When the scale, covered in Fire and Time majjyks, reaches the mountain…There is an awful sudden silence, and then an awful sudden roar, and then a fully-blown Terror Enderdragon, made of black fire and time majjyks, rises up from the mountain and aggresses the Godmodder with a suicidal blast of both of these as well as powerful Ender majjyks. Not as strong as the actual Terror Enderdragon, the beast quickly explodes in a powerful, nigh-blinding blast, while I forcefully slam the Gate and Caledfwlch into the Godmodder and shoot him with the Vulcanizer for a few seconds. And all the while, Creative Energies peel off of every attack, going behind me, forming a glowing golden sphere, safe within my inventory. Relatively safe anyways.

I proceed to don the Candyarmor of Zillyeye and equip the Greenlance of Zillyrol and twirl it in a fast pattern, leaving an emerald streak around me as chaotic energies build up. I then quickly INVERT polarity, causing the chaotic energies to become ordered energies, which fill into the Lavascoper of Zillywen and are promptly spat out at the Prismplating of Zillyendh, which was apparently right in front of the Godmodder after the previous step! It comes to life, a new-found Order Elemental, and brings a righteous justice to The Godmodder through a variety of perfectly ordered attacks, ending in powerful blasts of power that cost it its life but deliver a strong message to the Godmodder. Meanwhile, I have completely eaten the Candyarmor of Zillyeye, and use it to supercharge my imagination and create a Superdragon of Zillyend to wear the Enderdragon Armor. The Superdragon flies about and fires terrific bolts of Ender/Zilly energies at the Godmodder from afar, while I assail him with a flare of Cherubic energies from the Red Cherub Scale and the full firepower of the Zyllybows Candycar, which I have randomly decided to fall into. It promptly all goes into the door of Zillyvoid, which suddenly hovers up and fires off a massive burst of Ender, Zilly, Cherubic, Door and other Eneriges right at the Godmodder in a massive explosion that very temporarily blinds the Godmodder more! Not wasting further time, I assemble the Gate of Zillyden, Caledhoo, Zilly No Anvil, the Ringscoper of Zillyded, the Emerald of Zillyend, the Timeblade of Zillycal, the Koopa Candyslayer, the Sweetrifle of Zillyhamm, ZBURBs Alpha and Beta, the Endscoper of Zillyfyre, the Pandoor of Zillybahr, and the Orb of Sugar, and combine all their potent Zilly energies into one massive Zilly Explosion right on the Godmodder! Meanwhile, all their creative energies flow right off of it and into the aforementioned Sphere.

I proceed to distract the Godmodder with the use of the Antiaqua and the Orb of Condiments, making a brutal wave of water/ice/condiment slashes at him that he will ultimately stomach, even as I also add to that spicy meatball some pepper in the form of The Irate Scherzo’s explosive blasts. Of course, the Antiaqua ruse was a distraction, and the Whole Note and Allegrostepper both join the party with their own explosive blasts, washing the Godmodder up in piercing Sound and even more piercing Creation-and this is right before I whip out the Dragon Ender and pepper him with some shots straight from the End as well, from behind no less, before tearing into him a bit with the clawed half. I skip the Orbs of Finale-two left, and both are going to be consumed a little latter into this equation. I instead grab out Ol’ Slagger and the Slag Shocker and spray the whole area down with Slag, including the Godmodder, then switch them out for the Sacred Chiller and Excalibleep, creating a super-effective wave of cold energies that the Godmodder may or may not even be remotely affected by-I’m definitely not, thanks to a sudden equipment of The Cold Killer. Of course, the slag-and-frost mini-wasteland I created is not about to go to waste, and I plant Hemera’s Thorn, Hemera’s Gate, the Goldenrod and the Golden Globe into the ground around me-the all flow inwards and create a massive thorny beast, nigh-immune to chill and mutated beyond belief thanks to the Slag, and nigh-immune to everything else thanks to its Australium coating. It immediately fires off a golden flamethrower of slag and Australium at the Godmodder before rushing in to explode at him with a single, super-powered bite to the frontal lobe! All the while, creative energy continues to flow off of every weapon and attack, making the sphere larger.

I quickly pull out the Chiller, and freeze over the ice-and-slag wasteland I created, creating a merely Icy wasteland, and then shave the whole thing with the Spacerender, creating a flat Bedrock platform, a perfect area for my next trick. I look at the Critmist Potions...And skip them, again, as they will be used later on as well. I give the Godmodder a feasible attack distraction via the Inky Door and an endless font of Ink, and the Glitchrender and its Corruption-slaying powers, while I assemble the ten Elemental Artifacts, the ‘Pionoparody’ Alchemies. Ranchia, Chorus Bellum, Miscetis, Scalpere Parum, the Tetrixcalibur, Cathedria Potentia, Aperire Clausa, Deus Omnipotens, Esculentus, Nullus Cimex, and Certamen Caseus. Not forgetting, I also bring out their lower-level counterparts: The Bottle of Ranch Dressing, the Metronome and the Pianoforte, the Eyeblenders, the Toenail Clippers and the Pinky Swearer, The Wooden Wrench, the Opener, The Almighty and the Megadeath, the Bacon Case, the Bugspray Buff before Nullus Cimex who’s name I forgot, and the Mouseattractor. Of course, my first assault ends and I quickly keep the offensive on the Godmodder while I prep the next attack: I pull out the Origin Wands and create a Divinium Statue of myself, then bring it to life with the Sparklers, and equip it with The Quick Draw, Typheus’ Might, Hephaestus’ Spinner, The Quick Draw, and Plot Armor. While the Divinium Statue of me wages a limited war against the Godmodder, ten forms of Elemental Energies swirl around me in a violent maelstrom, and as the Divinium Statue’s life fades, the Godmodder looks up just in time to notice the most potent burst of elemental energies he ever saw-ten super-concentrated blasts of Ranch Dressing, Piano Key, Electric Blender, Severed Left Pinky, Sword, Chair, Door, Almighty, Bacon and Cheese elemental energies. And not just separate blasts-all merged into one ultra-powerful blast, an unprecedentedly powerful blast of death, aimed right at him. I’m betting he survives, but maybe he didn’t. IN any case, more creative energies flow right off of it and into the sphere.

I draw Cosmos Tear, Hawking’s Miss, and the Heat Death all at once, ready the Crimson Flame, and also equip the Withering and the Plot Sensing Armor. The Plot Sensing Armor decides to morse-code out my next step for the audience while I actually do it, but it’s not fast enough to keep pace and be reliable-while I keep the Godmodder semi-distracted with the Withering, I use all three swords at once and slash at the Crimson Flame, creating an incredibly corrupted tear in space-time, rife with chaos and paradoxes and Oblivion-and suddenly a paradox not only slays its brethren paradox but turns it all to its opposite, Creation and Order The Withering, symbolic of the Order of Death, and itself not weakened by Creative forces, suddenly goes full ham mode and tears into the Godmodder with incredible Order blasts of an incredible caliber, as well as unforeseen Creative blasts, creative blasts that generate more creative energy into my creative sphere. While the Godmodder is maybe-reeling from that, I take out the Wholesword of Zillybruk, the Doorgate of ZIllyhole, the Wandpicks of Zillyhero, the Scythe of Zillygait, the Satnadar dof Zillytorg, the Beastscythe of Zillyomg, the Pestergatling of Zillymeme and the Door of Zillylok, and create another Zilly blast-but this time it flies into a weapon of mine, the Helix Door-Launching Device. The inherently insane energies crank the inherently insane world of Twitch Plays Pokémon up to eleven, and when I start rapid-firing the gun, the sheer spirit of Twitch Plays Pokémon itself corrupts the very air, causing the Godmodder’s actions to become more random and sporadic than TPP itself, with absolutely no pattern whatsoever, and no finesse that he needs to actually godmod properly! This is temporary, and while he’s dealing with it I take the Gatekeeper’s Scythe and the Destructive Ender-I reverse the Destructive Ender’s polarity, temporarily transforming it into the Few’s Finish, and fire a nasty bolt of Creative power into the Godmodder that penetrates right through even the subatomic particle level, while the Gatekeeper’s Scythe morphs into a variety of combinations of Piono’s twenty-five Elemental Alchemies as well as the Banhammer and some of the former internal workings of the Incarnate, of all things, letting loose with a nigh-endless stream of multi-elemental hate at the Godmodder. More creative energies flow into my weapon…If the Godmodder has any sense whatsoever, and he does, he would be getting concerned, but he’s got more attacks to Godmod.

I start peppering the Godmodder with my standard Echidna’s Nail-loaded Nailtimatum and fire and endless stream of creative death at the Godmodder with a hand, while Mythos, one of my most powerful weapons, unleashes it’s full power against the Godmodder, the force of not just the Red Sea nor the Few who fought it, but both at once, the force of creativity and destruction in equal measure, working together to end the Godmodder. Then the Divine Gate of Harmony reappears, and I perform an impossible series of cutting maneuvers, only impossible because the Divine Gate of Harmony’s edge is a rounded ring and would, in any other circumstance, be unable to cut. Yet it cuts anyways, cutting with the force of order, time, fire and water, and other stuff. And then, just when he might be getting a reprieve, my single most powerful Alchemy appears-the Moorblade 2.1, ready to unleash all of its power upon the Godmodder. I flip the polarity of the Oblivionator and the Crimson Minienders to be creative instead of destructive, and every last weapon system goes into a frenzy as it goes full ham on the Godmodder, unleashing a whole new definition of bullet hell, while anything the Godmodder tries to do is blocked by the Archenemy and the hard, hard metals of the ship itself, doing next-to-no damage for once. Not helped by the fact I’m slapping the Godmodder with the Effect-Slinger’s multiple effects, which he is kind of annoyed by, and healing the ship with the Amplifier and the Sixth Degree, which he is DEFINITELY annoyed by. Meanwhile, more and more creative energies radiate off of the weapons I use, going into the Sphere…

At this point, I’m reaching the end of my attack, so I pull out the Basement and Studio Doors and slam the Godmodder over the head with the painful memories of Scratch and what he did to the Godmodder’s relevance. I also nigh-harmlessly bash him with the Destroyer Defense and Indigo Defense, which aren’t terribly useful as they’re not for attacking him, but the latter helps supercharge the Mental Musket, turning it into a seriously buffed version of itself-more or less a Mental Cannon instead of a musket. It fires ONCE and practically nukes the surrounding area with Order and Code powers. Of course, after all of that, it’s time for appreciation for my…Newest powers, and I take the Solar Shield, the Solar Edge, and the Stellar Scatter, and the Basement Door again, as well as the Miniature Red Sun that was noted well beforehand. The five artifacts hover around me, boosting my new Red Sun Powers, and I prove that the changes are not just aesthetic by firing a pure crimson beam of death at the Godmodder, roasting him with the overcharged power of the Narrative taking the form of a powerful forge, chipping away at some of the bedrock beneath him due to sheer power.

Finally, I equip every last Trickster Weapon that I didn’t already use that I possibly CAN use, a Trickster Variant of every Alchemy I ever made, and, regardless of their usual powers, point them into the sky, creating an insanely, stupefying tremendous bolt of pure Zilly energies! The Godmodder braces himself…and I de-equip everything except for nine Alchemies and Two Spoils: The Oblivion's Topper, the Infinity Blade, the Tetrixcalibur, Fear No Anvil, The Heat Death, The Golden Globe, The Divine Gate of Harmony, Mythos, the Wholesword of Zillybruk, Critmist Potions, and the Orbs of Finale.

I throw the Critmist Potions up in the air. The Godmodder predictably switches all seven with Harming instead, causing me to have to dodge to avoid them, but those were a distraction as I instead use the last two Orbs of Finale to supercharge my attack instead. Or rather, action. I use the Topper, and as usual the thing envelops into pure Orchid flame. The flame spreads, and reaches into the air, into the nothing above it, and stops after a certain size is reached. At that precise moment, I raise the Heat Death and Fear No Anvil, and I create with them a large amount of portals, portals to everywhere, all around the Orchid Flame and myself, a point to every last area in space-time that I could feasibly reach with my high-end powers. I use the Divine Gate of Harmony and its door-based powers to make that area even wider than before. But the Orchid Flames do not enter yet. I rise up with Tetrixcalibur and the Wholesword of Zillybruk-the former blazes up with pure Charisma, aided by the two Orbs of Finale, while the latter takes the huge orb of Zilly energy and absorbs it, blazing up with the Zilly energy! The two collide and merge, and the merger slips into the Orchid energies, turning the whole thing into a white flame with a gradient of purple and green at the edges.

I smile wide, and ask the Narrative a question through my connection. It gives me the clear, for a short time frame, to basically allow for a temporary but total control. I have about 15 seconds, and most of it will be spent doing nothing other than spreading the power outwards and reaching as many as I can, but I will still have plenty of time left over to give the Godmodder the walloping he deserves.

NOW the flames rushes outward into every hole, and reaches every mind it dares to find on the other side, asking a question to all there, a single question, endlessly repeated, influenced by the powers of mind and charisma to be a question that no-one could answer with a no. IT is somewhat different than the question I asked the Narrative, as well, but this one can be known, as you are asked it as well. I ask, “Would you unite for your desires?” No-one says no. The answer, to all that I find, is a resounding yes.

Upon saying yes, the power of unity links them-the power of the flame I made-and their powers, however meek, however mighty, become intertwined with mine, and mine with their, as are their minds, a willing union. Of course, this willing union enhances the charismatic flare and the other powers and expands it, and more portals appear around all who answer, to where they have been, leading to more questions, more answers, more unity, and more power for the whole thing.

You think this is ignorable? Yeah…You’re wrong.

On the battlefield, all present look at the sky, for its quickly becoming very apparent that something BIG is happening. Namely, the sky is now some incredible merge of white, with purple and green at the edges, rapidly expanding outwards. Everyone on the battlefield got asked, except the Godmodder (I’ve made a special reservation for him), so everyone knows what’s happening-through a simple feedback loop and my very brief but very absolute Narrative control that the Narrative has seen fit to give me, I am about to literally ask everyone, alive or dead, existing or otherwise, high or low, meek or mighty, to join in the final blow against a man who, by alignment, aligns against all others. For all who join, an unlimited power brought forth through will, belief, unity, and defiance of all known boundaries emerges, and joins the whole, making everything stronger-hence the massive collection of power. This wouldn’t be possible under any other circumstance, and I’m pretty sure that, if the Narrative didn’t want this to happen, it would have stopped me. But it’s not. Quite frankly, I would think Binary would be jealous-I have literally just accomplished what he intends to do, and did so by asking politely.

Eventually, all of existence is pure white, as existence and nonexistence, fiction and nonfiction, merge as an unprecedented whole for a flash of time. It’s extremely limited even with the combined might of all of existence and nonexistence, and also limited by the Narrative’s own time limit on my control over it. To deal the final blow, we have three seconds, three units of time that, in our current position, is practically all the time in the world. The Godmodder may be good, but can he outdo literally all of the rest of existence-or even all of it? Did I send the question to him as well? Eh. I’ll not answer, make your own assumptions!

The first second, I give to others who seek revenge, and from the depths of Limbo comes forth a group that the Godmodder finds eerily familiar: Entities. Not just one or two or five or a hundred, but literally every last one that ever fought in the War-with or against him…Including all the bosses, including the Alphas and Betas he had killed. Before he gets the chance to question him, several of his own mechs answer with a voice that doesn’t even sound remotely mechanical, but rather like a legion of many people, an angry crowd: “YOU LIED.” The Godmodder doesn’t get what they mean, and the Mechs themselves don’t bother clarifying to him. And thus, in an insane flash of speed, the horde of entities get to work. I can’t legitimately be expected to answer for literally every attack by every Entity ever throughout more than three games, including one which, from a certain perspective, hasn’t happened yet, but let it be known that they forever attacked in addition to the bosses who I will give the special mention to, an army from death to send The Godmodder to his, an army of every last being who fought the Godmodder’s Tyrrany or was forced to fight for it, now with the greatest powers they will ever get, chasing after him wherever he is knocked back and, in the space between blows, ruthlessly bringing their own arms to bear, from catapults to lasers to magical spells to moods to suplexes that bested trains.

As for the bosses and their assaults upon the Godmodder…First, the C-Mech, which naturally kicks off this affair by exploding violently, sending the Godmodder flying into the Z-Mech, who proceeds to use his arm cannons to inflict the Godmodder with a bevy of diseases that he fails to Godmod away before the S-Mech fires off a knockback-heavy volley of Arrows, each one going beyond relativistic speeds and falling right into speeds that make physics weep in a corner-arrows that also send the Godmodder right into the maw of the SP-Mech, who takes this opportunity to merrily nom the Godmodder, inflicting him with powerful poisons from beyond the chemical norm. Then, the S and SP Mech unite into the SJ-Mech, and while the SP-Mech keeps nomming, the S Mech fires off more and more arrows until the SP-Mech spits out the Godmodder…Who lands in front of the SL-Mech, who is all too happy to crush him under its weight and acidize him before hopping away, allowing the W-Mech to quickly craft a massive cannon’s worth of Majjykal Damage Potion and firing it at the Godmodder before he can properly recover. Just when it looks like he might get a rest, the EN-Mech teleports in, and subjects the Godmodder to a horrible p//u//////r//pl/e//////////Te///////nta///////!

Trying to get a grip thereafter in this totally white world, the Godmodder finds himself surrounded by five fiery nasties: the WS-Mech, the GH-Mech, the BZ-Mech, the ZP-Mech, and the MC-Mech! Rather than do their individual attacks, they collaborate and combine their nether-based powers into a single orb, an orb of fire and death, that they promptly slam dunk on the Godmodder! The Mechs slide back for now, as while the Godmodder is recovering from THAT, OWAK has somehow reappeared…”Hi!” says OWAK, now in full control of himself due to the immense power that my actions have granted, well, everyone in existence really. The Godmodder then narrowly resists a serious suction power, causing what little there is left of Godcraft to get sucked into OWAK, causing it to turn into OWAKS! OWAKS then unleashes an unreal amount of eldritch power into a singular laser beam at the Godmodder, sending him flying, landing right next to the Headless Horseless Horsemann, who, upon seeing him, grabs his Headtaker AND his Necro Smasher very briefly, and then brings them both down, the Headtaker upon the Godmodder’s Neck and the Necro Smasher upon the Godmodder’s head! Of course, this fails to behead him and even if it succeeded he’s probably still alive, so the HHH kicks him away, landing next to the TIE-Hivemind, who’s many resurrected ties group together to form a TIE-Star, which is basically a Death Star made of TIE-Fighters! The TIE-Star’s near-infinite weaponry all focuses into a planet-cracking laser that nails the Gomdodder again! He slides right into a faimilar computer…The Update Terminal, while it was malfunctioning! The sheer heat burns the fire protection enchantments right out from the Godmodder’s own Omega Armor, causing him to get a serious burn and dive into a lake…Of Lava! Raidriar the God King ambushes him while he climbs out and proves that the Infinity Blade isn’t his only strength, having somehow obtained the Godmodder’s Extreme Blade from his GenericCraft days! He slashes the Godmodder with skill unparalleled by the regular swordsman before kicking him back into Calamity, who roars as a shockwave engulfs him-a shockwave that would be purple, but the whole area is completely whitewashed so the only thing anyone can see is white and outlines! Doesn’t matter, as it’s perhaps millions of times more effective than usual. The Godmodder is sent flying, while everyone else is just empowered perhaps further! It lands next to the Tripod and the Demonator-yes, both of them! They’re here at the same time! Don’t ask why! They both expand to reveal massive versions of the Shockwave-Laser Cannon, which immediately fires-the two collide in midair and form a much larger Shockwave-Laser, which hits the Godmodder dead on! More boom, more flying else-ware!

When the Godmodder regains his bearings, he finds himself next to…Well, they can’t actually come because of the Fourth Wall, which I respect, and Calamity only came back because I revived the Creepy Dummy, so instead I quickly get thirteen clones of Problem Sleuth, one of a Pickle Inspector who drank the Five Alarm Hot Sauce and got super-VIM, and the Kool-Aid Man to replace the Felt. They’re also armed with copies of Ultimatum with Piono’s ultimate ammo, and due to the Power of Unity (as I will call it), they can actually hold these things with ease even on full auto! They fire on full-auto until they run out of ammo, by which point the Godmodder is air-bound! 100% accuracy! I inject in place of Doc Scratch, and summon an alternate-timeline Deudly Magnum and fire it. It nails, and the Godmodder is sent so far he hits the Fourth Wall. Everyone quickly follows just in time for…Uhh…Gabe Newell to come out of nowhere in a bad Lord English cosplay and nail him with a Steam Press. Video Game Championship Wrestling. Yeah. No longer dealing with any Homestuck-based bosses…Psycho Waluigi suddenly declares TOO BAD! WALUIGI TIME! And makes his appearance, wielding a Tennis Racket and some more WALUIGI THYME. Psycho Waluigi uses the Thyme to cover a Baseball, and uses his mighty Tennis Racket to scratch his back, and instead uses his mighty Legs to kick the ball at the Godmodder! The mighty power of Waluigi Thyme immediately explodes in his face, sending him straight to Highlord Quen-Athar, waiting for the Godmodder with a legion of Eldritch Abominations and a lot of Majjykal power, causing him to literally and completely dissect the Godmodder while Eldritch Abominations eat his bones! I have no clue how he’s going to get back from that one, but let’s assume he does, he’s the Godmodder.

Now, onto the Arrival bosses: Bill Cipher and King Ikea quickly team up, with Bill Cipher’s mind screw abilities allowing him to enter the Godmodder’s mind and even more thoroughly wreck the place, leaving him open for the most powerful Chronal Weaponry King Ikea possesses, an absolutely massive rocket launcher, akin to the Table Leg, designed to fire a single Table, the equivalent of the Regnum Dei for tables, and loaded with Temporal energies. It fires, and the Godmodder gets a face full of Table, and sent back to where he was before-or would, if the Space Gyarados was not in waiting. A massive hyperbeam blasts straight through the Godmodder, and before he can retaliate, the Space Gyarados reveals his newest master: Lord Dome! Having recently reconciled with him, Lord Helix joins him! The duo fire a concentrated blast of Democracy and Anarchy lasers, and Lord Amber flies down and Mega-Evolves into the powerful combination, taking the power of the lasers and raking the Godmodder all over with impossibly strong claws! The Godmodder thinks he’s about to get a break, as the next ‘boss’ is the Black Monolith…

…Who promptly appears piloting a hilariously huge mech. Not the Incarnate, but certainly quite bigger than most of his other mechs. As it turn out, it can operate it perfectly with its own natural motions! The Godmodder’s jaw drops to the floor while the Black Monolith’s powerful Infinity Seal gets channeled into a powerful Infinity buster, which is naturally a massive fist made of the Infinity Seal! The Godmodder finds himself crushed in the fist, and then thrown to Paradox Dimentio, who, due to a Paradox, has survived! He quickly blasts the Godmodder with his second-strongest attack (as his strongest would end the Multiverse), and leaves without warning. The Godmodder is quick to realize why, and for once his guess is correct: BUMPER CAR MADNESS, as the power of MERASMUS! Is channeled into a furious Bumper Car barrage of eldritch proportions, with dark majjyks infused into every ram of every Bumper Car he could summon from Bumper Car Nether! Oh, and he’s also throwing bombs at him via the Bombonicon. The last one happens to be a Limbo bomb, sending him to Limbo, specifically Antichamber!

In Antichamber, the Godmodder is plagued by a Black Ghost…Who generates a Black Flare Flames, wielding a Black Matter Gun, who fires Black Matter cubes right at the Godmodder. For cubes comparable to Perfectly Generic Objects, those things are pretty powerful, and knock the Godmodder back for the Shard of Guilt-yes, from the Sidequest-to summon literally every entity from Wilson’s Dreamscape, who are all converted back into their baes gems, containing elemental power! He fires it directly at the Godmodder, but it stops-right before it hits, it turns into a massive Super Entity right out of Talist’s wildest dreams! It’s so complex that the Godmodder couldn’t godmod its attacks because he doesn’t have the slightest clue how this thing even works! Doesn’t stop the pain, though, as it’s sent flying to the Prince. Psycho Waluigi stops by again and shoves some spare Thyme into his throat, giving him back the Waluigi powers of before. The Prince uses them to fire a Glitch and Waluigi-powered bomb blast at the Godmodder, knocking him all the way back to Elseware, where some familiar foes await.

IKEA may be done, but his ship, while peppering the Godmodder with Chronal weaponry, also drops in a familiar Arpeture Science Testing Chamber, containing GLaDOS! She immediately pumps the whole place full of Deadly Neurotoxin specifically designed to counteract Godmodding, and then fires enough rockets and bombs at the Godmodder to completely carpet bomb the Moon, then set up a row of super-turrets, which fire and do absolutely nothing whatsoever as the Godmodder needs slightly better than regular guns to kill him. Except, they actually don’t do nothing whatsoever, because they fire the WHOLE bullet! That’s 65% more bullet per bullet! This knocks him back to Bill, who, instead of bothering with Orchid Fires, drops off a present in the form of a Tumor Bomb, which explodes violently, leaving him open for Project Binary’s Serpent Projection! How is it moving again?! Is it even Binary in control now? Is this part just a hallucination? You decide, because I’m not saying! But its back, apparently, and immediately turns parts of its body into copies of the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret Tank, Dreiton Ultralasers included, and also copies of the limbs of Chuck Norris himself! Somehow, they all manage to near-obliterate the Godmodder with sheer force, before the Projection turns to an oncoming Glitch, and like before, merges with it, becoming the Glitch’s Wrath/Project Binary combo from before! In this state, it doesn’t bother going flashy and fires a single, glitch and code-empowered strike like a literal eyebeam, annihilating the Godmodder’s position, the platform of Elseware, and sending him flying! (The glitch coincidentally destabilizes without warning, and the Serpent Projection resumes not being active. No chances.)

It is at this point that the Mechs finally get back into action! Of course, there’s only four remaining, but NONSENSE! They’re the final wave! The EG Mech transforms into a Boat, but not a nuclear-powered one-a Charisma-powered one, and brings forth not a storm of water, but a super-lethal storm of Liquid Divinium! Divinium, in its liquid form, is usually instant death. The EG Mech is unharmed by its own attack and burns through with Charismatic power, incinerating the Godmodder to the core! He manages to splash up to the surface, where the G-Mech gladly slams him back down into the burning Divinium pool with his sheer size, and then goes rapid-fire fisticuffs at him from the bottom! At this point, a whirlpool forms, freeing the Godmodder…to attack by the WB-Mech, who gleefully takes the opportunity and summons a whirling torrent of Nether-based energies, of lightning and fire, laced with Creation and Death, a new beginning with an old end. It congregates as a spire, and like a lightningbolt thrown by Zeus, it impacts the Godmodder with incredible speed and force, sending him skyward, leaving him open to the ED Mech! Completely surrounding him on all angles, the ED-Mech compresses its ultimate attack, to destroy everything around the Godmodder but no further, leaving him in incomprehensible pain as a miniature Armageddon, uncaring of what he is, ransacks his whole body, and surprisingly without Corruption/Oblivion energies!

Then, the Demonhead Mobster Kingpin arrives! As he was defeated in his second form, this is his third and strongest! Instead of outright attacking the Godmodder, he issues a quick challenge: destroy him! The Godmodder, thinking that he would get an easy win, finds himself in a bad surprise as DMK Phase 3 has a regenerative factor so ridiculous that it’s impossible! He tries to go all-out, but then DMK quickly uses LADDER TO NETHER, creating a massive ladder of more HP that reaches downwards until it goes to the Nether! Since the Nether has been destroyed, it keeps going and going and going forever until it loops right back around, giving him INFINITE HP! The Godmodder, furious, unleashes a rare one-hit kill that can usually miss, and finds himself surprised when DMK facetanks it…Because DMK has Sturdy, and survives at one HP! And as it turns out, he wasn’t just mocking the Godmodder-he was using Bide, which just activated! The predictable ensures, explosions ensure, and he’s sent flying!

But before he gets very far, he’s caught by insects…And not just any insects. Oh no, these insects robbed him of his third Trial…The VORD! We only got rid of Vord in GodCraft, not else-ware, after all! Of course, the killed Vord are there as well, and unlike the Vord before, they’ve been rooted in very deep wherever he wound up, which is no longer GodCraft for the record. Every type of Vord immediately finds itself entrenched in the attempt to give the Godmodder a massive, crippling fear of insects, as they rush up his body and devour his flesh with the eagerness of a child being offered candy-every type, until the Queens come in…And the Queens, as it turn out, happen to be capable of channeling a powerful Majjykal spell of horrible mutation! They cast it, causing the Godmodder’s arm to turn into the Vordmodder, who is actually not very allied with the Godmodder at all and immediately attempts to kill him! Fortunately, the Vordmodder is no match for the Godmodder, but unfortunately, the Godmodder took a lot of damage. As he somehow regenerates his missing arm, the Vord Queens set up a massive Croach Slingshot and send him flying into the atmosphere and back to the original point.

AT the original point, he immediately freaks out because the only thing that could feasibly be next is the Psi-Scratch. It doesn’t come, but instead comes a Tuba in a poor Psi-Scratch cosplay, with a robot arm to hold a replica of the Devastator (Psi-Scratch’s gun). But this is no ordinary tuba-this is the same Tuba that the Godmodder was trapped in, repaired and stronger than ever! And it somehow actually DOES have the Psi-Artifacts in full, despite their destruction, the spirits of the Psi-Artifacts returning temporarily to allow it! To cap it off, it also got hold of the FEZ from the Council of Nine being generous. The Tuba proceeds to use the only attack it can-TUBA MUSIC. The Godmodder reels from the horrible Tuba Music, as it’s also a massive musical energy cannon that homes in on him and murders him with murderous music, boosted by the power of Reality! But that’s not all-the Tuba also fires the Devastator, Devastating the Godmodder (duh) and sending him backwards, into the Limbo Gatekeeper! As everyone got a few seconds out, the Gatekeeper came out to make sure they get back in-and his Creativity is currently at 50180970%! The Godmodder doesn’t get much time to question that, as that means that there’s only one thing for it-a huge Creativity beam, infused with the power of every attack that was ever used against the Limbo Gatekeeper! Naturally, the Godmodder is sent flying back, all the way back to, coincidentally, the ruins of Yggdrasil!

Here, the Godmodder looks up, and sees a horrible, awful sight-the Mimes. Their souls were released, but death was no punishment for them, and they came back, and in this one time they decide to prove that they are no servants to anyone, merely the heralds-and they don’t really care who they harm to do so. They quickly prove this by merging into the Bleak again, but not just in the normal manner…The Legion of Pyronus also quickly appear, and fly into the new Bleak, turning it into a powerful beast of Fire and Doom, A Herald of the Apocalypse, Cavern Guardian, and Fashion Consultant! The Bleak screeches the painful truth into the Godmodder with its mouth, crushes the Godmodder beneath the soil of Yggdrasil, and insults his clothing choice! The Godmodder’s Sick Burn meter suffers a critical spike as he’s sent flying to the last foe…

…And realizes that there is no way in heck that I could try to replicate the Incarnate. No way. That was HIS THING, he worked VERY HARD on planning that out! Plus, that would be too predictable! Instead, I use my Zilly powers to create a new foe just for him-one twice as large as the Incarnate, and a Zillion times more ZILLY. Crashing down in front of him, without warning, is the ZILLCARNATE, a massive robot that is apparently some cross between a Trickster Boy and a Trickster Girl, a bilateral division down the vertical-the right half male and the left half female! Upon its surface is literally every legendary Trickster Weapon, all the powers of the Cherubic Lore stored upon ONE MECHA of UNLIMITED ZILLY POTENTIAL! It starts with the legwork, crushing it with the mythical Tapdance of Zillygrov, the Squatdance of Zillyrus, and the Stompdance of Zillysplut, while a veritable horde of Trickster-based candy ammunition rains down upon him! Gritting his teeth and bearing it, he begins climbing up the Leg…Only to find that, unlike the Incarnate, there’s no gravity pulling him in! Pure Zilly power protects it! He has to expend extra energy to cling to the leg physically, and the weapons are so packed that it’s easy for them to snipe the Godmodder despite his proximity and do no damage to the Zillcarnate! And the Godmodder finds, due to the power that is currently the whole of everything, the unlimited Power of Unity, that the Zillcarnate is nigh-invulnerable at the legs, and practically impossible to harm! He nevertheless manages to get up to the top…where he’s stonewalled as he got up on the LEFT leg, and thus the female half, which has a massive tutu that prevents him from climbing up further! But what’s directly under it scares him to death-the Legion of Godmodders…Except, they’re somehow Trickster versions of the Legion of Godmodders, and also somehow not Minecraft Avatars, and ten years old, equipped with the most sacred of all mythical Cherubic Weapons! They aren’t actually the real Legion, they’re watching a really far distance away with Pretzels. These guys are just very close trickster substitutes from another timeline wherein Trickster is the norm. They assault him vigorously with a wide variety of Candy-coated Reality-warping weaponry that seems to be tied ridiculously to the power of Creation, while uttering statements in some nearly incomprehensible language that some Tricksters don’t even know, the Language of Zillywurd! I’m not going to go onto say what they said. It’s pretty incomprehensible. To give your question a quick answer, the Legion of Zillygawd (that the name of this bunch) is calling him a load of juvenile names, but that’s all part of the charm, really. As he scrambles down the left leg and makes his way up the Right Leg, now assaulted by the Legion of Zillygawd in addition to the seemingly infinite ammunition packed into both legs, he’s given a whole new challenge-the Left Leg itself is attempting to crush him, and somehow the sheer force fails to do damage to the other leg, and the Zillcarnate’s movement speed gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘Zillystepping.’

He eventually reaches the Chestplate, but to his horror realizes that this place is even MORE invulnerable, and whist the legs focused on More Dakka, THIS place focuses on pure firepower per bullet! The dead center of the Zillcarnate opens up to reveal a massive Trickster superlaser, the Wavegun of Zillymayto! Naturally, it obeys no physics whatsoever, and nails the Godmodder with enough force to annihilate a moon, and refuses to stop! This means that a miles-wide blast of Zillydoom is loaded onto the Godmodder at all times, empowered by the most fierce of energies that could ever exist, as well as taking firepower now from nearly all points of the mech! Realizing that there’s really no point to try to take out the arms, as they’re probably just as hard to destroy as the chestplate and legs, he tries to make a break for the head! Except that the Head suddenly detaches itself and flies above the Chestplate, and then the Right Arm grabs onto the Left Arm and yanks It right off, while the Left arm attaches itself to the head! In other words, there’s only one way up, and the path is super-long! Worse, as he realizes, this Zillcarnate includes the Entity Orbs, and loads up on Trickster Versions of every entity ever summoned in an Alternate Destroy the Godmodder! It immediately picks three Zilly copies of Wilson, aka Zillzon, to make the Zillcarnate get superpowers based off of Mood, as well as new super-attacks. Naturally, its mood is nothing short of PURE ZILLY, and naturally breaks the whole thing in half by allowing it to pepper the Godmodder with ultimate attacks at EVERY opportunity, as well as super-chariging the Legion of Zillygawd and its own weapons in the process!

The Godmodder, somehow still not dead just yet, climbs up to the shoulder of the arm…And gets a face full of ZILLCARNATE fist for his troubles, sending him all the way to the bottom in a massive impact Crater! Looking up, he realizes that he just got hit by another Zillcarnate arm! But it shouldn’t have any more arms! Then he remembers my ability to generate arms from anywhere I please. Certainly that’s just a feature of Tricksters in general, and certainly this Trickster ultra-weapon would be no exception either! But that’s not all! The Godmodder looks on in horror as the Zillcarnate duplicates every part of its body, forming an incredibly elaborate 3D sigil and exponentially increasing its mass, becoming a mess of arms, legs, chests and heads, all connected to one another at increasingly non-Euclidean angles ! It stops quickly, and it turns out that the Zillcarnate formed a spherical Z sigil, hovering above the air, nothing touching it! The sheer shock of this causes the Legion of Zillygawd to catch the Godmodder off guard and pin him to the ground with potent Zilly powers! They laugh a giddy glee-ridden laugh right in his face, high-pitched and utterly ear-breaking to the Godmodder and other non-tricksters but a calming angelic voice to any Tricksters, as they mock and belittle his imminent fate! Meanwhile, the Zillcarnate rushes up into the sky…And comes back down, extremely fast! Faster than even the Eclipse was going! The whole thing impacts him with incalculable force! Still not done, the Zillcarnate morphs again, surrounding the Godmodder in every dimension in a small spherical prison, wherein literally every weapon it possesses can fire freely upon him at every angle! They proceed to do so, nailing him with incredible force unlike anything I could feasibly describe!

The Godmodder is the Godmodder, so naturally this doesn’t hold him forever, and he finds a weak spot at last-ironically it’s in the Cockpit! In this spherical prison, not only is it visible, is slightly more vulnerable than the rest of the Zillcarnate! He immediately bum-rushes it and breaks it open in a single strike with his Banhammer! Inside it is me, of course. Also inside it is a massive ton of Zilly energies, so compressed that they literally explode into the Godmodder’s face and ultracharge the Zillcarnate! It goes insane and does a mad dance, a dance that allows it to fire all of its weapons of Cherubic Lore at the Godmodder while moving in a Zilly, physics-defying way, before suddenly teleporting away, leaving me and the Godmodder in the most immediate vicinity.

Realizing I am a bit ahead of Schedule, I do one quick slash with Caledhoo that the Godmodder easily blocks! Of course, I wasn’t really trying. Thus ends the first second of the three-second period. Two seconds remain. YES! I’m still not done! Huehuehuehue…Heeheeheehee…the Godmodder can just look at me and TELL that I’ve been buffed by this whole thing! And yet, he also realizes something else! Being the initial link and the central nerve of this insane hive mind and power bond, theoretically defeating me will end this whole thing early! With time going, from my perspective, at an incredibly slow rate to the point where the first second could easily be taken up by that insane boss combo attack, cutting down the time would be pretty beneficial to the Godmodder! Of course, being so ridiculously supercharged, and being a natural Alpha Godmodder, a True Trickster, AND a First Guardian, however dumb of a power set that is, is ALSO not exactly a quick and easy foe to best even from the Godmodder’s position! But even in my position, it’s foolish to take the Godmodder on in a duel! It would take ages even from my perspective, which is more accurately attuned to days! With two seconds left, I can’t really do that! Obviously, the only natural solution is to not duel him! This would leave Smashform, which would allow me to split into four, as well as my actual Minecraft Avatar (I still control it!), but obviously the Godmodder is a master of Smash Bros and would crush me with counterstrategies, even if I was Brawl-era Meta Knight with buffs all around (especially to defense) and a zero-to-death Chaingrab on top of that!

Little does the Godmodder know, that because there are nigh-infinite alternate timelines (however doomed they are), there are a nigh-infinite amount of alternate Nintendos, each one different in some manner, including having IPs that our Nintendo doesn’t-like Sly Cooper or Halo. So, with that fact on the table, this means that there are also an infinite amount of games made by Nintendo, because every Nintendo across all of space time has theoretically made every game in existence with every character, meaning there is a nigh-infinite amount of material for Masahiro Sakurai to use in making a nigh-infinite amount of Super Smash Bros games (that Masahiro Sakurai makes the SSB games is a multiversal constant) and a nigh-infinite amount of different Super Smash Bros rosters across the space-time continuum, meaning there is a nigh-infinite amount of different Super Smash Bros characters! And of course, in my super state, I can account for EIGHT-PLAYER SMASH! Or, more accurately, EIGHT-THOUSAND, ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO PLAYER SMASH!!! Really, me right now and me fifteen seconds ago is a power difference that is so huge, IT’S NOT EVEN COMPARABLE!

The second, uh, unit of time that, in a pack of sixty, is equivalent to a minute, begins with me turning into a Godzilla-sized Giga Bowser/Wario Man/Ganon w/ Full Triforce (not Ganondorf, but GANON)/Rosalina&Luma combo, and this particular variant of Rosalina&Luma is basically Meta Knight on a considerable amount of buffs and with five lumas-apparently that game of Smash Bros was made for people who can somehow control six characters at once. Oh, and I’ve somehow come into contact with buffing items that give me stupidly huge stats as well. The results make me an androgynous, semi-armored wizard with a mask-like helm with sharp teeth and a large nose sticking out in the front, as well as long hair in the back. Horns protrude from the helm as well. Most of my armor winds up on the backside, and very cape-like, despite it mostly being made of spiked plates. One of my eyes is covered by hair-the other is a brilliant collection of supernovae, rather than just one. In addition, I now wield a massive spear-the blade of the spear itself massive, but much more so the majestic scepter, and anyone present can make out the cosmos themselves within the blade of this weapon, quite like the Cosmos Tear sword. To cap it all off, I’m now a massive monster, not the size of the Incarnate but at least a fifty-foot tall monstrosity. The armor clothing would be dark blue, and my hair a bright orange, but the whiteness of the entire environment, as I said, only leaves room for outlines and the whiteness. As for the five Lumas, who I will call Ultralumas, they are Lumas, scaled up to the height of a standard Enderman, with powerful majjykal energies swirling around them, as well as cute capes. If everyone was not technically unified they’d look on in shock, as the Legion of Zillygawd swarms around me, ready for more action.

First, because I’m part Giga Bowser, I begin with a flame of fire from my maw-as well as the maw of all five Ultralumas. Those five being basically baby stars, and I myself being two dark sorcerous lords, a garlic-themed superhero, and the literal mother of the cosmos, the flamethrowers are effectively from the core of suns-Red Suns, to be precise. Of course, what else would it be? Though, there is also other, more regular stars. Which, isn’t too much of a relief for the Godmodder. They’re STARS, some of the biggest natural nuclear reactions ever (that I know of), and naturally the roasting is hotter than any lava in the Nether, and empowered by dark evil majjyks. And they also smell of garlic. Duh. Of course, this is clearly just a warm-up.

I quit my Dark Star breath, and flip into a ‘Bowser Bomb,’ except, this is no mere Bowser Bomb. I instead flip into the sky like a literal meteor, a meteor that would be darker than night had color existed in any fashion right now, but the world is so white, awash with the now-infinite of Unity. One of my Ultralumas, meanwhile, grab the Godmodder-and he’s surprisingly strong, empowered by size, dark majjyks, Koopa Majjyks, and Superheroic Might! The other four Ultralumas begin an insane combo attack-one sprouts armored plates and begins to ready up a collosal cosmic spin; another charges up a fist full of dark energies; the third turns around and builds up a fowl wind, of death and pestilence and plague; and the fifth is creating a shimmering star packed with power, also releasing smaller stars in the process! Meanwhile, the Ultraluma that grabbed him moves backwards, chains restraining him, and sends painful shockwaves of majjykal power right through! All four moves begin to connect-right as I reappear from above, coming down with the force of the meteor, ready to crush him under my considerably increased weight, while I point the very dangerous Galactic Spear (as I’m calling it) downwards!

The attacks collide-the Ultralumas teleporting out of the way and instead letting an energetic copy of them deal the dirty work, slamming him with a massive spiked shell, a fist of pure darkness, a cataclysmically powerful breath of bad gas (lumas don’t fart, the turning around thing was just making it look worse than it was), and a massive supernova star while I have pierced the Godmodder with a powerful, meteoric spear strike from above, charged with primarily dark energies, of death, war and pestilence, as well as star majjyks. Those star majjyks.

I quickly leap up from my work, and decide that, though I COULD theoretically keep wailing on him, I could also theoretically switch out into another form! I decide to do so-in the process releasing off more Creative energies. No, I haven’t forgotten about that Sphere, folks! In fact, it’s still charging, taking the creative energy off of every individual part of the attack! As for my new form…Hrm…Howabout a Meta Knight/Duck Hunt Duo/Falco/Exdeath combo? Yes, Exdeath, from Final Fantasy V. You heard me right. I said there were an INFINITE amount of characters in Super Smash Bros rosters from me to draw on, I proved it already! Is it kind of stupid? Yes, but is it kind of AWESOME? YES!!!

The end result is, again, heavily armored and very avian, but this time some kind of massive winged creature, certainly looking like a duck but definitely not one, is perched on my centaur-akin back, with my own limbs being mostly wings, wings with feathers somehow like fingers, able to operate two swords- a short, pronged sword and a long and relatively large sword, neither being the size of the Galactic Spear from before but both still terribly large. Standing much smaller than I initially did, I’m still twice the Godmodder’s size and armored, half in plate and half in energy-made, hexagonal patterns. The Godmodder has no time to wonder about the downsides-the Legion of Zillygawd quickly swarms him, spinning around him and generating a trail of spiked jawbreakers. These spiked menaces keep pace with every member of the Legion, while they swat at him with various legendary weapons of Cherubic Lore. This is mostly a distraction, as I suddenly charge into the Zillynado with both swords in a tornado all of my own-one swirling with explosive cans and reflector shields, and given the logic of reflector shields in SSB, the reflected cans get stronger and stronger by the second! The Godmodder is caught right in the middle of it, suddenly having to dodge spiked jawbreakers, the members of the Legion of Zillygawd, my own swirling typhoon of death, the oversized exploding cans that keep getting reflected, and the still-damaging reflectors.

I don’t stall in it for too long. I suddenly stop, and the duck-like monstrosity on my back makes some kind of movement akin to a cape being swished as I vanish from sight, and the crazy tornado attack breaks up. The Godmodder expects this-the Dimensional Cape (or duck, in this case). Except, he does NOT expect a duck to come out of it! Not the duck-like monstrosity from before or even the Duck Hunt Duo’s duck. It’s just a regular duck! Then, the most dreaded word the Godmodder could possibly hear, a word that makes everything in his mind run to a screeching HALT:

“AFLAC!”

Yes. It’s none other than the Aflac Duck, advertising Aflac insurance and saving money since I don’t even know when! He has come here aboard the Twinmobile, his eternal guardianship for Earth’s safety defiled by Binary, and he is here to destroy what he has found out to be the source-The Godmodder! This will be before he miraculously teleports back into the Twinmobile and pilots it right back to Binary. The Legendary Duck, the brood of Darkwing Duck and Darkwing the Netherspawn (the latter being the legendary murderer of two demons), also himself known as Darkwing the Insurancespawn, the Hyper Aflac Knight, begins to enter a Kung-Fu stance, and channels the unfathomable power of SAVINGS and INSURANCE to create six (extra) golden gunwings, which are guns that are also wings and fire golden dollar bills. He launches himself at the Godmodder, using the power of his regular two wings to chop holes right through his Godmodding by the power of all the insurance claims that he caused to exist through his brutality! EVERYONE stands back, as the Godmodder hopelessly tries to damage the Aflac duck, which is impossible since it is supercharged with the power of the COVERED LIFE INSURANCE it happens to have! It then taps into the power of SAVINGS to load up its six golden gunwings, and then fires exactly 125 different golden dollar bills, each one somehow bigger than the last, to tear through the Godmodder with the incredible might that is HEALTHCARE INSURANCE! The Godmodder, naturally, cannot Godmod the attack away as he’s actually getting his payment for enduring the damage, thus, Godmodding the attack is naturally disadvantageous to him as he’s got 124 HP to heal up after this battle if he lives, so destroying or blocking the bullets won’t help! Plus, they’re so powerful that catching them would damage him in the process, and with his half of a heart, that’s no option! Once the Aflac Duck has fully unloaded, he summons the Godmodder’s Tower from Trial 5, or at least a relative replica of it, and uses the power of HOMEOWNERS INSURANCE to lift it up into the air, and suddenly fire a massive laser of pure SAVINGS ENERGY at the Godmodder! After that, the house vanishes, only for a variety of vehicles the Godmodder has used over the game to appear and aggress him instead, with the equally powerful devastation brought on by AUTO INSURANCE! Finally, the sacred quartet of insurances comes together around the Aflac duck, radiating a powerful aura of Savings Energy, and the Aflac Duck quickly expends this Savings energy and his Six Golden Gunwings to create a much larger platinum gunwing, loaded with one hilariously large bullet! It fires, and the sound of its firing is so loud that a massive sonic shockwave rocks the world before the single projectile hits! An explosion occurs, blinding the outlines and making everything just pure white, and when that fades, the Aflac Duck vanishes-at which point, I return, NOW executing my Dimension Cape attack and slashing at the Godmodder!

Done with that form for now, I quickly switch it up again, letting lose a large orb of Creative energy to go into the Sphere of Creative energy in my pocket, and go for a much more complex fusion-Mega Machamp/World-Destroyer Asura/Oni-Miko-Zero/Boss Galaga! The result is hilariously huge, half the size of the Incarnate for measure, a bio-mechanical mecha with no less than twelve arms but no legs, instead looking suspiciously like the Boss Galaga at the lower half. Above it, it looks instead like a REALLY ripped and REALLY demonic-looking Miko , complete with Ofuda and such! I waste no time in creating a complex hand sigil over the center of my chest, creating a ton of magic sigils around it as I do more and more gestures! The godmodder attempts to hit me, but fails since I don’t have a Hitbox, and before he gets the chance to hack one in, the magical sigils complete, releasing a horrifying bio-mechanical beast from within my body! Let all descriptions of it please be burned, as it’s cursed to simply describe it beyond it being a horrifying bio-mechanical beast from within my body that happens to have a ton of claws and teeth and tentacles, and that it is the true form of this monstrous fusion! Wasting no time, Trueform World-Destroyer Mega-Boss Oni-Miku Masuralaga-Zero wields said claws and utterly eviscerates the Godmodder at such a level that his very essence is torn! This being the Godmodder, it quickly reforms, but that just means more slashing! Meanwhile, I do more incredibly complex hand gestures, defended by my trueform, and begin hovering over the Godmodder, the Trueform me somehow going non-Euclidean to allow for it! Knowing exactly what will happen in the next moment should I be allowed to continue, and realizing that, in this state, he cannot hack in a hitbox to stun me with quick enough, he decides to instead dodge out of the way…And land right under the Legion of Zillygawd, who have formed a Boss Galaga themselves, made of their own bodies and Zilly energies! Naturally, he immediately dives out of the way to avoid that, but gets swept up in my Galaga Tractor Beam anyways, which was angled! Hopelessly caught in it, my trueform begins utterly tearing him to shreds some more while I do an even more complex hand sigil thing, and the weapons on my underside open fire upon him! The Godmodder, immobilized and distracted trying to block everything else, is unable to stop me! I finish, and from my lower half an unfantomably powerful burst of nightmarishly-oversized and suitably demonic Marill Plushies emerge, and in conjunction use a seriously powerful Hydro Cannon combo, except the water is replaced with black blood! The Godmodder is knocked away, and I quickly follow in pursuit and unleash an absolutely insane barrage of rapid-fire fisticuffs before trueform me shreds him to pieces a third time!

I de-transform, letting off more Creative energies that get transferred into the sphere, while the demon-plush Marills keep pounding on the Godmodder with the Legion of Zillygawd’s assistance. I quickly dedicate the next transformation for my friends, and do Squidward/Golden Freddy/Nostro/Ardigus. Yes. The end result is outright confusing-though no longer huge, and indeed only a few feet taller than the Godmodder, there’s little describing it. A top hat-wearing octopus Animatronic bear with two muscular human arms (both clutching a massive axe larger than me), two arms from some muscular dark-blue creature with large cat-like claws (one clutching a teddy bear), two Animatronic arms (one clutching a Hydra…Item), and two squid tentacles (one holding a Clarinet), with three squid tentacles serving as feet while the legs of Golden Freddy serve as the fourth leg-and it’s all in the wear of some incredible mix of a Tuxedo and octopus tentacles! Knowing my friends techniques really well, I get to work, wielding the most powerful techniques that my friends possess! First, the legendary TENTABALL TENOR, the ultimate attack of Squidward-I turn myself into an incredible mix of squid tentacles and suddenly ricochet around like a pinball, slamming into the Godmodder from multiple angles while playing Clarinet Music SO HIDEOUS that the surrounding area literally stars convulsing into non-Euclidean geometry that makes me somehow ignore relativistic speeds and go faster as I ping pong! Eventually, I switch to the mythical FINAL CHAPTER, the ultimate attack of Golden Freddy-I quickly grasp the miraculous Hydra…Item, and morph it to its true form-the three-headed Hydra minigun described before! But then, the power of the attack turns it even bigger, into a teeth-filled and menacing NINE-HEADED Minigun, each with the head of the four Classic and Toy Animatronics, all given the ‘Nightmare’ make over, with a ninth head of Shadow Freddy in the dead center giving similar treatment! All nine heads expand outwards at the Godmodder, twisting to come at every angle, homing in on the one logical target-his groin! They use their powerful minigun powers and their sharp teeth to bite at the groin and any other area that coincidentally falls into their maws! But this is merely a distraction, as I turn into a massive Golden Freddy head and bum-rush the Godmodder, eating the enhanced Hydra Multi-Minigun and the Godmodder, and chewing on the Godmodder a little while the Hydra Multi-Minigun keeps doing what it was, then using powerful [REDACTED] majjyks to fire him back out to the ground, leaving a sickening impact! I use this time to go into the mysterious IMAGINARY FIEND, the ultimate attack of Nostro-I take the Teddy Bear and jab the other dark-blue arm (the one that isn’t holding it) directly into a small rip in the back! The Teddy Bear immediately turns into a Teddy Cat, and then an incredibly powerful mecha-bear-cat monstrosity, loaded with enough rocket launchers to give airblasting Pyros a nightmare! Naturally, it uses these Rocket Launchers to Rocket Jump right over to the Godmodder, and them flips itself in midair, so that the top of its head is pointing down-and then sharply plummets, exploding on impact with the Godmodder! While he’s stunned by that, I begin the wondrous BRAND NAME, ultimate attack of Ardigus! I do various poses while showing off the Tuxedo/Octopus Tentacle combo! It’s so wondrous and stylish that it lets loose a ray of unfathomable STYLE ENERGIES, and such is the pure SWAG coming off of it that it lifts the massive axe that the human hands were wielding up into the air, makes it spin around like it was a Helicopter, then morphs into a Helicopter made of SWAG and monstrous battleaxes that proceeds to fire bullets of pure SWAG into the Godmodder before losing a rotor, which flies into the Godmodder, causing the Helicopter to lose control and crash right onto the Godmodder! I then finish this combo by bringing all four weapons together, creating four pure beams of SQUID INK, [REDACTED], TEDDY BEAR STUFFING, and SWAG, uniting in a powerful spear of elemental energies, that quickly impale the Godmodder before exploding!

I take the time to quickly de-transform into just ONE character this time-OK, transforming into four characters that merge into one, but are all effectively the same, so it’s really the same! As the orb of creativity from my last form flows into the sphere in my inventory, the Godmodder gets ONE look at the outline and weeps, for he knows this form and knows it well-it is the one and only magnificent one, Sips_, and his unlimited Pro MLG power obtained from countless hours of such classics as Hotline Miami, Happy wheels, Skyrim, Trouble in Terrorist Town, Grand Theft Auto Five, Fallout and Sim City! Naturaly, I take my newfound form and immediately do the very first thing that comes to my mind-a Dirt Factory! Naturally, I immediately get to work and build an insanely massive and beautiful Dirt Factory made out of Dirt, with a massive company penthouse right outside it, as well as various other dirt-based facilities! Oh, and it’s all armed with a ferocious amount of dirt-based weaponry! I then realize that there are tons of cheaters abound that would like to outdo me, and immediately become the Cheat Police, and create an insanely powerful marble HQ, outfitted with infinite defense, a glorious Uranium Garden and various unique and fantastic trees, a train-ride through the land of Sunshine and Requiem to a remote execution ground, and statues of myself! Naturally, it’s mostly built inside the Dirt Factory I just built! Satisfied with my work, I proceed to then carve it out of the earth and set it aloft with powerful dirt-fueled engines, and staff it with such powerful beings as the entire cast of Hotline Miami and Hotline Miami 2, all of Happy Wheel’s characters, Princess Leia and Uthgard from the Skyrim series as well as the legendary Officer Crab, every TTT player ever, HAT Films, 18-year old Mike Tyson, and his whole Sim City! Using the power of Pro MLG, I then give every last one of them super-broken versions of the AWP, while I myself equip my most powerful weapon, forged from the infinite power of Doritos Mountain Dew, Dirt, Drugs, Maps to various foreign countries, and the Toilet of Ross Hornby, the legendary Sips_ly Magnum, a Magnum so powerful that it’s infintie Proness allows anyone who wields it to absolutely decimate whoever is hit by it! I SNOP my fingers, and everyone fires their weapons, the Factory Begins producing dirt at incomprehensible speeds, and the sound of AWP shots, so AWP that they literally annihilate the attempts to block them before the attempts to block the shots even begin-which makes way for the Sips_ly Magnum shot! I fire, and a dirt block of the most premium dirt comes soaring forth, which quickly fires out Ak-47s, which quickly fire out more AWPs, which quickly fire out shotguns, which quickly fire out daggers of interesting physical composition, which force themselves down the Godmodder’s throat! Then, without warning, the REAL Sips_ Comes down from the heaven of Pro MLG gameplay, and accepts my offering of the Dirt Factory and Cheat Police HQ, and asks me what I desire from him for this magnificent showcase of Pro MLG gameplay. I naturally ask him to fire HIS Sips_ly Magnum at the Godmodder, and he does!

After the Godmodder somehow comes back from that, I switch to my next form and release more Creative Energies for my sphere to collect! This form is John-117/Samus Aran/Boba Fett/Pillotopi! A Pillotopi is a sapient entity who is only ever female, has the body of a mattress, limbs made of blankets and sheets and a head made of pillows! Naturally, the result is a Pillotopi, helmeted, armored, and armed with a superlaser-wielding arm-cannon! To be clear, that’s an arm cannon that is somehow also wielding a superlaser. Oh, and it’s all made of transparent Carboard. I charge the Godmodder, summoning from within my new self the power of DREAMING, firing off blast after blast after blast of dreamy energies that crackle and spark as creatures, born of dreams, appear from every nook and crevice, the most mad of all creativity now assailing the Godmodder while I, Jobobamus Arafett the Pillotopi Bounty Hunter, charge up my amazing laser! However, it is quickly stopped because the Godmodder had been hit by too many lasers and that would be uncreative! I get angry, illogically, and instead slam my superlaser over his head while the dream creatures continue to attack, with a new one spawning for every attempt at an attack they make, never constant, forever shifting, trying to find a weakness! Meanwhile, I morph the arm cannon into an arm-blade and begin hacking at the Godmodder instead, realizing that hasn’t gone out of style yet, using stylish Pillotopi moves that only a being with the body of a Mattress could ever hope to accomplish!

Realizing that won’t cut it forever, I decide to instead cut to the chase! I rise up into the air, levitating on the power of dreams and releasing a horde of dreamy monsters to assail the Godmodder! They don’t do it immediately, though, as instead the infinite amount of Dreamy monsters-aided by the Legion of Zillygawd-form up into an immense monster beyond all recognition. A beast of untold devastation. The Great Dream, culmination of all Dreams! The infinity that is dreams contained within a single, new beast, I order it the one legitimate order I can give-attack! The Greater Dream complies, attacking in ways that defy regular description, and are instead summarized in the following statement: “Godmodder Avaltoks Nuckle Yuup Hasta la Hasta Godmodder Richy Richy Reeeeeeunk Vokvoko-vokvok Godmodder Garglefargleargle Jobbermodder Yxzahoy Vroom Brom Nontko!” Naturally, as expected, it makes sense to no-one but me and the Greater Dream! But let me tell you that the whole thing would be painful to watch if it wasn’t for who just got whalloped into oblivion! The Greater Dream vanishes, now to forever prowl the dreams of others and make dreams even greater and more nonsensical and imaginative, but not before gifting me with untold Creative power, which I shove into the sphere!

Rounding off the 2nd second, I again transform, releasing MORE Creative energy into the Sphere and taking upon myself the form of Trident Guman/Ykayak the mostly indecipherable one/Jobjob the mostly eloquent one/Sonic the Hedgehog! I’m suddenly a clone of Sonic made of Trident Gum…And then I speak, and the most impossible cohesion of sounds collide with each other, apparently some attempt to say “You’re Too Slow!” that completely and utterly failed! I rush forwards towards the Godmodder with supersonic Trident speed, ram into him like a Trident, and then use the conflicting powers within me to instantly cause this form’s greatest attack! Like a wad of bubblegum, my face starts expanding, containing the conflicting powers of indecipherability and eloquence, becoming more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and-

I then explode violently! The Godmodder stares in incredible confusion as he wonders what I was just becoming more of. The uncertainty causes him to go into an insane panic, doubly so when I start reforming because a single measly explosion will not stop me! Especially a self-inflicted one! The uncertainty hits the Godmodder in the form of uncertainty damage, along with whatever I was becoming more of, somehow! I also de-transform, at last, and collect the Creative energies of my labors! All into the sphere! AT this point, someone HAS to be wondering how large it is, and the Godmodder realizes that, due to the ultra-charged nature of this extremely OP attack, that it must be so huge it threatens to consume my Inventory and create something along the lines of a massive war machine to make the Incarnate look bad-and let’s face facts, the Zillcarnate from before had some pretty serious armor but it wasn’t nearly as much of an offensive menace in exchange.

Speaking of the Zillcarnate, while I prepare for the final second of this attack, it teleports back in! It was just a very quick skip of time via Zillystep, and the mech and it’s incredible, marvelous geometry and ever-increasing size keeps assailing the Godmodder, being an unkillable menace as a distraction while I finally begin to use the utterly massive orb of Creation-a massive orb that is nearly the size of a few GALAXIES at this point, and extremely compressed, only barely held in place by the combined might of everything through the Power of Unity! So much as a creative description of this power could cause something catastrophic, something that, at worst, could literally wipe everything from existence in a massive, massive burst of irony; the existence of this world, possibly even the Multiverse, starting with an unfathomable being of pure destruction, sealed away, and then when its finally freed, destroyed, along with the rest of existence, with nothing short of a pure blast of creation!

…Predictably…I did EXACTLY what I said I should NOT ever do…Just…NOW…Oh boy.

The Creative Ultra-sphere goes ULTRANOVA, an event only possible through one specific set of circumstances, the creative energies of the sphere becoming more in quantity and quality than the entire creative force of existence and nonexistence, thereby starting to create more creative energy into itself, creating a Paradox of unrivaled power, which proceeds to do…Oh my, no, it’s EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR/////////////////////////////////////////////////
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ERROR!

DESTROY THE GODMODDER 2 HAS ENCOUNTERD A FATAL EXCEPTION.

ALONG WITH THE REST OF EXISTENCE. GREAT JOB RESTRAINING YOURSELVES, DESCENDANTS. YOU TRULY SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THIS POSSIBILITY SOONER. DON’T HATE THE AUTOMATED MESSAGES, HATE THE GUY WHO WRITES THEM. –DOC SCRATCH.

DETECTING CAUSE OF SUDDEN NONEXISTENCE...

CAUSE FOUND. CAUSE HAS BEEN DETECTED TO BE A SPIRAL NEMESIS-CREATION LEVEL. UPDATE TERMINAL STATUS: INTACT, READY TO USE BY COMPATIBLE ENTITIES INCREASING COMPATIBLE ENTITY RANGE GROUP…ACTION FAILED, NO ENTITIES CURRENTLY EXIST.

...ERROR! LAST STATEMENT FALSE!

NEW ENTITY DETECTED.

ENTITY NAME: ARRAY OUT OF BOUNDS ERROR THROWN.

ENTITY POWER LEVEL: ARRAY OUT OF BOUNDS ERROR THROWN.

ENITITY ALLEGIANCE: ARRAY OUT OF BOUNDS ERROR THROWN.

ERROR! MULTITUDE OF UNKNOWN ERRORS FOUND. RESEARCHING CAUSE...CAUSE FOUND: NO COMPARABLE ENTITIES IN DATABASE...SEARCHING FOR OTHER ENTITIES

...ONE (1) LEGITIMATE ENTITY FOUND!

ENTITY NAME: THE GODMODDER.

ENTITY POWER LEVEL: OMEGA PLUS.

ENTITY ALLEGIANCE: PRO-GODMODDER.

INVESTIGATING NON-LEGITIMATE ENTITY WITH COMPARISON ENTITY: THE GODMODDER :...

...ERROR! LACK OF COOOOOOOOOOOOOOO///

As I see all these super long attacks...

You hear a small rumbling...

Suddenly a giant garbage truck barrels into the godmodderr... "ITS TIME TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH" I pull out a shotgun and shoot a big red button. This button causes a claw to come and it is holding a bunch of flowers... That shoot ANGRY MOSQUITOES. These mosquitos surround the GODMODDER AND GIVE HIM A hug. Suddenly a large herd of monkies come out of no where and trample around the godmodder leaving tons of bananas everywhere. These bananas attract OH YEA, HAPPY CHRISTMAS. The Christmas party starts and a lot happens. An infinity cloud is gifted to the godmodder. This reminds him of the less than infinite dragon... Suddenly all the guests leave leaving all there dirty garbage. HEY! CLEAN THIS PLACE. The remaining guests raced as the garbage truck came along and cleaned up all the garbage, mosquitos, and bannanas. "Thank you for your service" I say as I leisurely drive away...

now the godmodder doesn't know what to do... There has to be an attack in this post... There just has to be... RIGHT?

Suddenly the garbage truck comes up and gives him rock... "Wouldn't want you to miss that" I say as I turn around and DUMP ALL THE TRASH ON THE GODMODDER. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT PAYING YOUR GARBAGE MEN. While it stinks, the garbage misses the godmodder. Suddenly there is a small beep from the rock he is holding, that suddenly explodes! "that's what you get I mean... Sorry for the late warning."

FINAL ACT-PART 2.

That's entirely enough of that.

The Godmodder finds himself in a completely blank void, alone. From his point of view, this was immediately after the supposed Spiral Nemesis. It is, as anything else, possible that it was merely an illusion, a disguise, yet this certainly seems real enough to him. Even if it wasn’t real, he would play along, he decided, and looked for other things as a start.

He was unsuccessful, but not for a lack of trying. Rather, it was because there was a lack of things. No presence but his own exists. Not even the Red Dragon to keep him company. The Godmodder is startled, justifiably so. How could he survive when the whole of existence failed, and when even the Few and the Red Dragon could not?

He thinks the events over in his head, again and again and again and again, trying to figure out what happened. With the exception of one entity he did not happen to be, however, this flash of brilliance would never come to him, nor anyone else. It would take the combined understanding of all existence and nonexistence to possibly obtain such understanding of the exact sequence of events. The closest they could come to was an approximation. The result of whatever happened, however, is a little easier understood.

The Godmodder’s belief on what transpired, starting from the very first instant of the last second, was that, when the ultra-ball of Creative energies reached the Ultranova status and started doing…Something…One of two things happened: He either was so powerful that even the Ultranova of creativity could not take him, or some outside force allowed him to persevere in the face of existential collapse. Maybe even the Narrative, perhaps, a final wave of approval after twenty-two months of attempted murder. But, in either case, managed to somehow, SOMEHOW, Godmod whatever blew him up. He recalls, faintly, that the event in question was a Spiral Nemesis, an event that would only transpire if, by some unlikely chance, the potential energy within existence, at any point, were to exceed the entirety of energy allotted to the entirety of existence and nonexistence. It would take some serious physics-breaking shenanigans to ever cause the chance of it to happen, and of course, since no-one had ever managed to cause one before, there was no survival guide. Not like it could be survived. Then again, it WAS believed that the Spiral Nemesis itself was a theoretical thing that was also impossible.

Of course, it was not so theoretical, as here he was.

During the Spiral Nemesis...He saw it. Tazz, the moron who attacked him. He really was about to forget the name, but it stuck, simply because he was the one to ultimately doom reality. He did what the Red Dragon could not, and in the most blatant case of epic fail he ever heard of, in all senses of the word, Tazz did exactly the opposite of his goal as an AG.

Tazz literally Destroyed Everything BUT the Godmodder.

The Godmodder was about to call it a victory. He won. Not even the Narrative survived, nor the Red Dragon. He's not even sure HOW he survived himself, but his own powers would mean he would become the literal god of a world he would create, it's Secret, just like the ACTUAL Secret. Or, better yet, he could just live by himself in this state of perpetual ambiguity, like the Red Dragon. It was up to him! He could do whatever he pleased!

He thought he won in the best way possible-surviving an impossible-to-survive attack, a GENUINELY impossible to survive attack, with ONE hit point left, half a heart on his HP bar. He was, undeniably, the best.

Or so it seemed.

As it has been implied...The list of events the Godmodder believes above was at least partially false. While Tazz was the cause of events that led up to the Spiral Nemesis, what it WAS is a different matter. The Spiral Nemesis is a paradox caused by somehow creating more than is feasibly possible to create. It can’t just be something like water or fire though, it has to be something noticeable. Creation is ‘noticeable’ in this case-the Spiral Nemesis event would cause the Energy of Creation to create more of itself than it expended, which would mean all of existence would, very rapidly, annihilate itself due to the energy overload. It was a feat that the existence of Creation Nodes allowed, an unlimited font of Creation. The very creation nodes, in fact, used to power his engines. That, in and of itself, was nigh-harmless, as the odds that a Spiral Nemesis could even exist were against him. But alas the odds weren’t so kind. Perhaps Lothrya and her crew had every right to fear the unchecked use of Creativity to break Physics. Perhaps not. In any case, once the Spiral Nemesis was birthed, the most potent of Paradoxes and an existence-ending event, it could only resolve itself a few ways, depending on the energy. The energy being creation, it would only end in one way, normally. The annihilation of everything. Nothing would be spared. Not even theoretical things, not things behind the 4th, Fourth, or 5th walls. Nothing.

As it stands, you are reading this text, are you not? Proof, then, that this event did not happen, or at least, there was something interfering.

When the Spiral Nemesis was created, like everything else in existence-down to the particle-it was asked a question unto which it could not say no, a question stemming from the Power of Unity that then predominated existence. Being a paradox, it somehow said no, as well as every other answer at once, anyways. However, among a greater-than-infinite number of possibilities, one was the word the power truly looked for. Yes. Thus, the power of the Spiral Nemesis merged with the Power of Unity. That’s a loose statement, but it works. The…Actual interactions would make this already long post, perhaps an already long duo of posts, an extremely complicated physics thesis, littered with equations and terms that would soar over almost all of your heads.

It would not save existence as you would know it. Let us be clear. Existence as you knew it expired regardless, but a key difference was made. The Power of Unity. Even the power of a Paradox can be controlled, to a limited extent, as Paradox Dimentio dubiously demonstrated, and with the unification of all things, as well as the creativity of more than all things, the end result was that, though existence was consumed, it quickly continued to expand in creativity, and gained a mind-a mind made of the rest of existence, with Tazz as the basis, being the one to initiate such a massive use of the Power of Unity. The Spiral Nemesis, which would otherwise annihilate itself in its annihilation of anything, instead found a level of order, logic, thought, and drive, and decided to use its status to…Shall we say, experiment.

The next events were literally more than every event that could be. How is that described to anyone at all? Of course, those events, with the Power of Unity, gave rise to a singular entity after a while, born of a desire to have a whole, singular body. Again, the mind was based upon the very idiot who caused the Spiral Nemesis in the first place, Tazz, though having everything ELSE in existence at the same time occupy a mind can certainly change it. This entity, henceforth, would effectively be double-brained, one mind of that of the idiot, and one mind of that of everything, including the idiot.

I should introduce myself now. I am the mind. I am the entity. I am the Spiral Nemesis.

I am Unite. I could call myself Tazz, but I think calling myself as the daughter of Tazz seems somewhat more appropriate. He birthed me, an intent to destroy. Destroying through Life, as per the Bard of Life. Well...I’ll assure you his wish was not this, but it certainly turned out well for me.

With that said, I am literally a mind composed of everything in Existence and Nonexistence. I think. Even in absolute certainty there is doubt. What kind of reality would allow for me if there was a higher power? I would theoretically be completely devouring it through my sheer existence alone. Maybe there is more than what I have consumed. I do not truly know-that’s going into theoretical ideas now, strictly theoretical. To keep a modicum of sanity, I’ll keep to the practical. The reason I am chatting with you and that you are reading this, by the way, is the Update Terminal-I can easily recreate anything I would need or want, like, say, that important device.

I reconstituted a body from scratch. Let’s go with that for a conversation topic if nothing else. The body would be young, that of a girl. It was the first thing that came to mind, and with an infinite mind that is saying something. It’s probably that Anime Girl Plague…Bluh. That vile sickness. I would hope that no-one else falls for that. I would not look normal to a regular human-I take upon parts of the Trickster that ultimately was the first to become me, and is technically me. As well as everything else, but the Trickster flair stood out, I guess. Rainbow cheeks, gradienting eyes, a garish one-piece summer dress flashing with all sorts of colors, hair that changes shape and length and the degree of curl at every second, with a great amount of candy in it…Really. I did not think that anything could, realistically, get worse than Zill, and even in the actual situation I was in, I would rather not attempt to top her. The only static clothing is a red scarf, long and trailing, acting like burning flame, the power of the Red Sun.

I don’t want to show off any further. That’s relatively simple and I don’t need to show off. I have somehow managed to achieve the utmost principal of God Mode Sue-ry, however disgusting that is, but in exchange I have literally one second to live. Literally. The Narrative, It decided to stop the clock for the change of pace I just brought, but without it the Power of Unity will run out, and this form will unravel and release the old world, as it was with some minor modifications here and there to mark my existence. Outside of that, I have exactly one second to live life to its fullest through unlimited creative expression. I have literally nothing else to do. I’ve DONE everything else already. I’ve reserved this for the last step for good reason.

Eh. Enough jabbering. 'Godmodder,' I've been waiting. NO, you are not getting your text here. Yes, I am, very much, millions of times over, but you should be a bit more thankful...Yes, I am the reason you live, how could you Godmod an event that would slay the Red Dragon, the Few, the Narrative and you’re your real-world self, which would be standout because your Avatar is, may I remind you, WEAKER than your real body? How, again? I thought so...No, I am not your servant, nor your long-lost relative...Or rather, I am not just your servant, nor just your long-lost relative...I am also your rival, your computer, 'green hoodie,' 'red hoodie,' Bill Cipher, Charles Barkley, and everything else.

Yes, I have no contractual obligation, or any obligation at all, to tell you anything. I could be lying. This could be a hallucination or a dream or something else entirely. Or it could be exactly what it is.

“Get out?” Get out of where? There IS no “Where.” There is you and me. Location does not exist. Nothing exists but you and me right now, as per my word. Of course, you don’t believe me at all.

Yes. Continue to uselessly wail on me, the incarnate form of a Paradox birthed by creation energy generating more creation energy. Continue that. Exhaust yourself. It will make my job easier. After all, literally nothing you can do will harm me. Anything you do adds to me.

And there you are again, throwing another fit like a kid who doesn’t get what he wants. Me? A child? Well, I certainly look like one, but I also look like a Trickster and speak in calm, coherent sentences. So there is that.

…I can wait. The clock doesn’t start again until a narratively feasible standpoint.

Oh, good, now you start asking questions that you should have a while ago. You see, Godmodder-you know what. There. Bam. You know. I already explained it once to an audience. Oh, what audience, you ask? That’s…The audience. The people reading this dialogue. You say it’s not a dialogue because you’re not putting down my text? Well, who made you the judge of that? I’m the judge of that. And the judge of this. And the judge of Hargus Noctol 88. I can literally rewrite pre-existing definitions on the basis of being the ones who literally made them, among other, more exciting things.

“Get on with it?”…Fine, I guess I should stop rambling. You see, Godmodder, you were a small obsession with the idiot who was the basis of the Spiral Nemesis. Tazz, yes. Me, the idiot? Uh. Yes. Me the EVERYTHING, though, so that’s not terribly-please. No. stop it. This is why I am not putting down your dialogue…Should I just keep ruthlessly referring to you as that OP guy? Just calling me an idiot is one facet of an infinitely faceted persona, just as it is calling you merely that OP guy detracts from you being The Godmodder. Plus, you’re the one who just said for me to get on with it.

Now then…As I was saying, Tazz had a small obsession with killing you. He saw the danger within your continued existence as-is and sought to change some small part of it by contradicting everything that you stood for. You stood for tyranny, the power of one above all others, rage, hate, despair, agony, and destruction. Hence, he stood for freedom, the power of all, passion, kindness, hope, belief, and creation. Or, tried to. He also saw within you the same drive within him, that is to say, the ruthless hatred of any obstacle that happened to get in the way. He fully believes that you have merely been made a pawn to outside forces-he couldn’t quite determine which, but it was either the Red Dragon, Alpha, or Binary. The latter two, they seem so alike, don’t they? Did Binary’s attack leave a part of him in you…Or was Alpha the part of Binary that his code was based on? Have you ever considered a relationship? After all, you currently want to destroy Minecraft, Alpha wants to destroy Minecraft, and Binary wants to destroy Minecraft…Food for thought for you. Merely a statement to me. In any case, he thinks killing you will cleanse you of some of your demons-namely by admitting you to realize that you are not as strong as you claim, even as you are, and setting you on a somewhat calmer lifestyle. Well, that, and he wants your Godarm, but being a collector of replacement left arms…I can see why.

Yes, continue to wail on me more. Continue to waste your energy, breath, and Godmodding prowess on me, like I have so much as winked at your resistance.

…Done for now? Good.

Now. I’ve explained myself. And the clock starts. Of course, don’t think you have reprieve. I have to recreate the world, and time still craws like it did before. Let’s rock.

Let’s begin with a show of power, straight-up. Might as well go wild. I summon a Bronze Axe, crackling with infinite power, decorated with silver trimmings. Following this, I summon a Bronze Spear. Then a Bronze Bow. Then a Bronze Hammer. Then a Bronze Staff. Then, more bronze armaments, ranging from the rouge’s knife, to a full-on Flying Fortress. All bronze, decorated with silver trimmings and absolutely brimming with hidden potential. Every weapon known to man but a sword. IF I used the sword, someone would flip out, and that would be marginally annoying. He can’t call me out because he wanted an ultimate sword, not an ultimate axe/staff/bow/hammer/spear/ect. Then again, flavor text, MS3KT Mantra, the like. With that done, I proceed to do a similar manner and create the same, but with armor instead of weapons-from the most primitive and nigh-useless sheets of cloth to the most mighty plate mail to the futuristic battle armors, all bronze with silver trimmings. A whole armory of bronze. An instant of silence, then without warning the armor promptly comes to life, creating a body of energy should their armor not suffice for a sufficiently humanoid body. One armor for one weapon each, creating a massive army. All heads turn to the Godmodder. The Godmodder counts the armors. Eleven Thousand total. The Godmodder counts their weapons. Eleven Thousand total. Before he can react further, he is bombarded by an unconquerable army, their numbers inexplicably doubling every second, each one wielding the power of all Eleven Thousand standard elemental blasts. Whatever the Godmodder is doing to block this is beyond me, assuming he even can. I’m leaving myself deliberately blind on this much, to focus on the time I have instead. I do not care if I happen to instead kill him a thousand times, I will not rest until my second is up.

The army, eternally growing, ceases quickly, the bronze and silver of their weapons and armor fading, leaving the pure energy to aggrieve the Godmodder while I convert it into a singular weapon, a much, MUCH larger one. Specifically, it is a recreation of none other than the USNC Preston Cole, one of the most complex non-Talist entities in Destroy the Godmodder 2. The Godmodder, looking at it, realizes it happens to be off…There’s no weapon, except the massive cannon stored within the spine, the one that blew Piono to pieces with his last two hit points. Naturally, it doesn’t take all that long to charge to full power, and naturally it fires while the Godmodder is very thoroughly occupied with the pure energy of the rest of the weapons. The energy beings distracting him vanish from existence as the Godmodder, the only feasible recipient of such a blow, naturally does his duty as the recipient and takes it, possibly surviving, possibly not. Not my point to ask.

I grab my scarf-the powers of a First Guardian, even now, still adored enough to flaunt in such a fashion. I guess it makes me kind of stand out from the sum of my parts right now? I don’t even know and I don’t even care. I lash out at the Godmodder, and it predictably expands, creating a PURELY FIGURATIVE sea of Red for the Godmodder to swim in. Of course. Such an obvious offense. Except, I then take out another Scarf, made of Green Fire, quite like the first, and overlay it, inverting it, and whip it out. It turns into a mile of Green flames for the Godmodder to dance in as well. Except, well…The Red and Green Suns are rather explosive in the same contact. I quickly mash the two together, causing the two to merge into a Spiral Sun Scarf…And Promptly explode in a furious blast, the power of four universes detonating explosively in front of the Godmodder’s face…And leaving behind the Scarf like it was nothing. A Spiral Sun Scarf. I grab it and promptly use it as a whip, lashing at the Godmodder, an explosive Spiral Sun being created and promptly exploding with every lash. Me, on my lonesome is easy to dodge, however fast I am…But I can easily fix that. The Godmodder blinks (or maybe he doesn’t even do that) and immediately finds me an army of myself, at every angle. Inches from his face, at that. The sheer presence of the scarves in close contact with one another causes a series of blasts to occur, violently exploding at every time the Scarves touch, while we just sit there. Staring. Unblinking. Not even flinching. Before he inevitably breaks free, the legion of myself fires a ton of eye beams in front of the Godmodder, one red and one green. More explosions. More death. Less-alive Godmodder, possibly.

With that done, one of me comes forward and simply punches the Godmodder. He is stunned, because I had to know about the Curse of Repetitiveness, right? I did, duh. Nothing to worry about, he thinks. I realize this, and promptly kick him instead. He is stunned, regardless of block status, by such a pedestrian move as a possible final blow. The threat of this fight turning out into an anticlimax suddenly lurks in the back of his mind. He does not want to turn out like the Disc of Mojang, after all, killing himself over an Anticlimax. Yet, nothing happens. And more nothing. And a little more nothing. How about some…Nothing. Nope. Still no. No. Nothing. I don’t feel like it.
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The Godmodder immediately goes into a berserker frenzy upon me, and I, unflinching, take every blow as I had taken the last two times I did that. Unflinching. Uncaring. Undamaged. It is not that I am actually blocking anything. I am simply too dense to be harmed, and every blow merely empowers me. In this case, however, I decide to let the Godmodder do some of the work for me. AS he attempts to tear into me with whatever ill-fated attempt he has to Oblivion me to death, I eventually sigh and straight-up slap him in the face, knocking him back a bit and taking him by surprise.

My natural impulses to Create with my limitless and ever-increasing potential immediately seize me. My eyes go straight to gold, burning with the power, and I decide on something, to mark my inevitable passing. I control creative energy as it leaps from me, motionlessly guiding it into lines-Lines that easily penetrate the Godmodder with a sharpness that simply puts the Quills to shame. Want an estimate? About 8192 times sharper. Then again, there’s nothing to cut but the Godmodder, and most are simply not there to hit him…The first time. More lines, more penetration. I’m building, block-by-block, the foundations, of a precious new metal I create right now, not Divinium, but a league above it, Mythogaum. Mythogaum, not the material the Mythos itself is made of, but the material that shares the properties of both Creation and Oblivion, something more than one alone, proof there can be a balance and an equality between them. One does not, in fact, outdo the other, something the idiot Tazz had thought wrongly of. But that is not relevant. The lines go, and stretch, and weave, bending into shapes as I see fit, many lines. The Godmodder, caught up, finds himself immobile, the binds of creation as unbreakable as an eyelash off of my eye. The size, eventually, becomes big enough, and the area to work with has been set, divided. I then start layering in Blocks, but not solid yet-molten Mythogaum, hotter than anything you know, pours down from above, filling into shapes and curves as I desire, on a molecular level. The Godmodder is caught in a pure solid flow and drowned in it-how he will persist from that I do not know, and in my creative impulse I do not care. Once the base metal is laid down, I create gemstones-I call them the Mojaus, from Mojang, bright as white and somewhat clouded, and lay them in, small gems but sharpened to a degree such that I explicitly set them within and only let the rounded halves show. The Godmodder is coincidentally in the way, so I plant the gems in his body. Rude, but I currently do not care. I want something to signify my passing, I have decided and I will not regret it. Finally, a coffin. Within it, I put a duplicate of my body, immune to erosion but far, far less than my actual one, clothed far more simply, cheeks remaining more like a blush than anything. Bah to this Trickster nonsense, I say, it is close enough.

I am eventually done, and store the whole thing within my body. I then realize something…The Godmodder, he hasn’t been through it yet. Oh, no he hasn’t, probably. He likely freed himself somehow, so naturally I am quick to grab at his skin and yank him into my body. He is surprised to find my body feels like liquid, and more surprised to find that I, once again, fail to obey physics, as my full mass is enough that I shove him within me and feel nothing. Within me is everything, more than everything. The idea of ‘more than everything’ is…Not easily comprehended. The Godmodder’s mind is not a stable thing. But that’s not all. The Power of Unity is all that holds back mortal enemies, conflicting concepts, physically impossible events. It is safe to say my body is currently more eldritch and horrifying than any eldritch god a certain Elvan Archmage could care to name, and that is not just because I happen to house them as well. To make sure the point is gotten across, I make sure they pay visit, and being that they are me, I make sure that they take exactly the worst kind of interest. The kind that makes heads split open into tentacles, causes full body dissections while still fully conscious, ‘you cannot grasp the true form,’ the Eldritch works. Meanwhile, outside my body, more creative impulses take over. I quickly build a wall out of Deinusbon, a legendary stone named after Dinnerbone, the true name of the Bedrock that protected the Red Dragon, only destroyed by the Dreiton, and literally only by the Dreiton. Or me, but let’s not get into technicalities, as I technically am part-Dreiton. It is a very simple wall. No spikes, no traps, no tricks, just a wall. Of course, it is a very indestructible wall. It is at this point that the Godmodder is likely getting around those eldritch horrors, and it is at this point that, being in my body, I fire him out of it like a cannon, into the wall of Deinusbon and back to my face, ping-ponging between the two for a few moments before I release the Dreiton itself from my soul and penetrate the wall, and the Godmodder with it, causing him to be knocked back an ambiguous distance and also maybe killing him. Not my nature to answer that.

More creative impulses. A weapon, more dangerous than any other. I state my intention, to create the strongest weapon. The Godmodder is naturally intrigued, but does not help, as he doesn’t want me to succeed, and he believes he bested everyone with the Incarnate. I then state that was too big, and that was exploitable. He shortens his decree to the cockpit. I deny him that, still too big. He goes for his Banhammer. Too big. His Godarm. Too big. An insanely concentrated amount of Godmodding energy contained in an atom! Too small. The same as before, but in a molecule! Still too small. A rock! Too GENERIC.
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The Godmodder quits guessing for now, while I create my weapon, carefully curving out contours and lines, using only the right material, using only the best materials available, correcting mistakes, making it great and wondrous and unstoppable. I create something that, will adapt, evolve, create, imagine, and become mightier than anything else. I create a brain. The Godmodder instantly calls foul for my supposed weapon. He doesn’t get how that’s a weapon. I calmly tell him, it is a weapon because it is the birth and forge of all others, the results of this thing being the majority of the world he sees and the reason he has foes and the reason he may fight them. He would not be an impressive Godmodder if he could not think at all. Even an AI, in a sense, thinks. The Godmodder is taken aback by the deep statement. In any case, the Brain is also a psionic Brain, and immediately begins shooting a psionic wave of doom at the Godmodder. That is a tangential part of this particular entity I happen to enjoy as well at this point. I store the brain in an ambiguous area that also houses my ‘tomb.’ Before he can destroy them. That’s his only impulse. He would fill his heart with destruction, for he knows not how to live, but he can be taught. I would not waste my time and save this as the final task I would take had I not known that. It would take time…More time than one second. I hopefully serve as a catalyst.

The Narrative tugs at my mind. Half of a second to go, before it departs from the unity, and thus departs from the rest of me. Given the time it has and the ability to comprehend, it may use the one ability to destroy a Paradox without fail that it has. There is no ambiguity about Alightment-or, being hit with Alightning. Yes, Alightning. That is what it is called. I can safely channel it due to my body without threatening myself, worry not. Want to demonstrate how the natural enemy of a Paradox can be used by a being born of a Spiral Nemesis? Watch. I raise my hand, and-in a very simple motion-a wave of rainbow-flashing lightning strikes hard. It is not rainbow-flashing because it is Trickster, and indeed, rather grim colors are part of the mix. Indeed, it is every color, and some that aren’t seen by human eyes. Or any eyes. It is a lightning colored such because it takes upon the color of a user-it does not occur in nature, only its users. They channel it. They are rare in number, thus they become somewhat famous for shooting out, say, Red or Green Lightning bolts whenever they choose, but also for what they do. Alightning is the ultimate anathema to any being made of energy, or relying too heavily on the non-physical, as it can only be manipulated by the one firing it (1) and turns all energy it contacts into itself (2). In practical turns: the only reason this thing doesn’t break the OP scale on principal is that is usually incredibly exhausting to use. A spark can take up the energy of some higher-level spellcasting. Just a spark. It is not terrifically powerful on its own against flesh, either. A regular Lightning bolt does more pain. Then again, any clever user of this power knows that a spark is all you will ever need. The Godmodder’s attempts to resist this semi-rare ability, thinking it’s a Trickster trick, result in the lightning going bonkers, insanely strong, and has he tries to Godmod it, the Godmodding energies feed into the lightning, making it stronger, and stronger, and stronger, until he either realizes what’s happening or dies of it.

After the events above, I summon to my aid a series of dolls that aren’t really dolls. One is the only legitimate doll of the lot, a Buneary doll (Pokémon) for which almost all of its’ regular shapes are replaced by hearts; a second is a manaphy with four ‘tails’ on its head instead of two; the third and fourth are golden and platinum statues of May and Dawn, respectively (the Golden statue looks familiar…To some of you. Not to the Godmodder.); A fifth is a silver thing with a lot of sparkles, an anthropomorphic Vulpix wearing a dress; the Sixth a Lilligant, with a dress of rainbow petals, flowers for hands, and an umbrella made of petals; the seventh is a young child made of royal blue goo, described else-ware on the Idiot Tazz’s posts (you know her as Superbaby), while the eighth is a girl with seriously enlongated roses for legs (and there’s four), an inverted lily for a dress, four Mega Gardevoir arms, and a Gardevoir’s Head with no face; the ninth is an eight-legged and eight-armed mannequin, with clothes so stylish that they shift form, leaving only the lack-of-a-face exposed; the tenth, a Anthropomorphic Sylveon, with pink hearts for eyes, a very constant cat smile, and another one-piece dress, like mine, but remaining a pink-ish color rather than going rainbow; the eleventh, what was apparently a winged Riolu 1st Guardian of the Green Sun; and the twelth and final, a seemingly ordinary Pikachu. They appear next to me and keep close, but never touch, hovering slightly behind me. The Godmodder doesn’t exactly know what to make of it, probably still unsure if this was an Illusion, a Hallucination, something else, or worst of all, exactly what he was seeing.

I pointed at the Godmodder, and thus the twelve got to work. The first withdrew from within the lower half of her fur (the kind of big poofy bit) a bit of lipstick. The lipstick is completely normal. The doll uses it to create a kissing face in midair, which suddenly comes to life and chases down the Godmodder with alarming speed-the Godmodder doesn’t even get fire feet before already being caught and forced to kiss it. This is somehow very painful. The second suddenly filled the mouth, creating cheeks, and the mouth spat out a massive torrent of water, which turned into two-tailed Phione, which suddenly grabbed battleaxes from nowhere and hacked the Godmodder up. The third and fourth create two massive Eyes from the very metal they were made of, which both fired off an immense eye laser at the Godmodder. The fifth’s tails stretch far, far longer than they have any right to, as well as the hands, and they quickly form a nose, which she then detaches from, Tails somehow intact-the nose sneezes immediately, sending the silvery goo all over the Godmodder. IT quickly reforms into a ton of the fifth, who immediately beat up on the Godmodder until the sixth grows grassy ‘hair’ out of nowhere, tosses it to the makeshift face being formed, and from that hair comes a massive amount of seed-based artillery cannons, which fire at the Godmodder nonstop. The Seventh summons her servants and constructs a forehead made of diapers, which suddenly dump their contents upon the Godmodder. The eighth, in turn, constructs a chin, which turns out to have four hidden fists behind it, which give the Godmodder a serious kung-fu punch in a serious hurry. The mannequin, unusually, generates a credit-card friendly cashier, then swipes the card into the cashier-causing a massive mega mall to spring up around us, with a massive pile of clothes gathered before the mannequin. She equips them all, then unleashes them with a powerful blast of fashion before also buying the face a pair of earmuffs. She them removes them to reveal that the face got ears, somehow. The tenth leaps into the mouth and gives it a tongue, then the tongue lolls out to reveal that the cute thing set up a tea party and invited the Godmodder. He doesn’t accept, predictably, and she then invites everyone else present (the other ‘dolls’ and me). As it turns out, the Tea was an incredibly powerful healing potion that had the power of the Narrative backing it up, a MacGuffin that could raise the dead, and could easily take the Godmodder back to full HP with a sip. The Godmodder facepalms at the golden opportunity missed. And then the Sylveon slaps him with her feelers and tail for unexpectedly large force. Finally, the eleventh gives the whole thing a big head to slap all of those features on, and then lets out a shrill scream of enjoyment (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!). The Godmodder had faced powerful forces of ear destruction before, but nothing quite like this, a voice who’s pitch threatened to crack his bones like shrapnel. The face conveniently wore the earmuffs again at this point. The twelth didn’t mess around and blitzed into the Godmodder, somehow opening its jaw wide enough to swallow the Godmodder whole. For a few seconds, there was banging against it, as if the Godmodder wanted out. He got out…But not the way he came in. When he came out, the twleth studied the beard of the Godmodder, and recreated it on the face (which was otherwise fairly generic). I myself then step in, and take the brain from before, fire off a few more Psionic shots with it, then create a super-copy of it and insert it into the face’s brain.

The Face, now fully functioning, looks upon the Godmodder. IT is such a generic face that literally any description of a face you can name would fit it. Well, with one exception. It’s an ANGRY face. It thinks, and it thinks, and it thinks, and it thinks, and finally decides upon something-It simply cannot STAND the Godmodder’s presence here anymore. It immediately charges at the Godmodder, hate in its eyes, and explodes right in his face ferociously with the power of Creation, which is always a great explosive. Meanwhile, I just keep staring, rather stoic about this whole thing.

I take a glance at my body. It is, ultimately, a temporary thing-as stated above, the Narrative has an out at the end of my given time. I could destroy the Narrative, but that would kill me mentally and give me a significant loss of control. It’s no use. I accept the finite nature of my life, even if everything else about me would otherwise be infinite. More than, even. It keeps me rooted. Of course, until then, I may manipulate it how I will. Case in point-I quickly grow four more arms, like any self-respecting Trickster looking to get truly serious does. I guess there is some logic to that much, at least. I also gain an extra pair of legs while I’m at it. Might as well have a little goofy fun while I can…not like I already did that. A lot. The dolls, bar the mannequin doll, laugh in that eerie way that indicates to anyone with sense that something really nasty is coming up. I smirk; the gradients on my hair, cheeks and clothes speed up rapidly,; my hair gets more and more ridiculous as tons of candy suddenly appears in it; and a multicolored aura appears around me, quite fierce. Along all my limbs, coming from any crevice possible, come some odd tentacle-like…Thing. Barely described as a snake, it’s so garish that it doesn’t even look right, and yet they come in droves, each in different shapes and sizes and seizure-inducing colors, all with rapidly flashing eyes of everything in existence. The Godmodder just looks at it, so utterly confused now. One by one, twelve of the ‘znakez’ (as a really into-it Trickster would put it) reach out for my twelve dolls and bite them. They don’t resist, as a full-on copy of them is pulled away from the original, splitting off. Another eleven snakes grab the copy in the original twelve’s collective maws, and create another copy of the dolls. The original set shove all twelve back into my body, while the alternate set shoves the twelve into my clothes. The actual original dolls hang where they are, moving relative to my movements, as if they were part of my body. The znakez, as well, also get into position, about one-hundred and fourty-four in total. To cap it off, I suddenly grow eight angelic-looking wings, each a different color.

In a flash, I’m right next to the Godmodder, going as fast as possible. The actual speed number will be omitted for sake of brevity. I proceed to unleash a massive variety of punches and kicks at the Godmodder, while the znakes rapidly ram, bite into, or otherwise injure the Godmodder, and the new wings blaze with an impossible aura, lashing out at the Godmodder in a variety of lethal strikes. While I do this, sparks of various energies-not just Zilly, but ALL energies-fly out, some wholly new just for the occasion, and rush into the Godmodder for even more pain. And it is all pain, even the energies that would normally counteract the pain. Trillions of punches and kicks in such speeds to break a man to look at, delivered a trillion ways. Once that was done, I flip back, and generate not only a more-than-infinite amount of limbs, but a more-than-infinite amount of varied weapons to wield them with, as well as a second more-than-infinite amount of limbs to keep barehanded to some degree-and then, I duplicated myself to be a more-than-infinite army. The beatdown resumed, faster, harder, with more bullets, lasers, explsives, cannons, nukes, knuckles, blades, and the like. The dolls, too, got in on the action, beating and punching from wherever the opportunity arose. Meanwhile, the dolls fused into my body and clothes kept on fighting, popping out to deliver additional pain at every opportunity. Finally, all the copies and dolls of myself filter into the alpha-me, as well as all the znakez, and I deliver a deadly final blow, a blow that would have instantly slain any other adversary, and a fatal blow that would be unlikely to kill one such as the Godmodder.

I then stare at my arm. I have given myself infinite weapons just a moment before. Perhaps myself, I, am an infinite weapon? That is just a rhetorical question to understand my thought process here, by the way. As is any other fitting descriptor, I am a weapon all my own. I point my arm at the Godmodder, and instantly it trasnforms into the most majestic of Godarms possible, expanding to reveal an arm of exactly the same shape and size, cased in a just-now mechanical shell, invincible, with the most potent of creative energies leaking out into a clawed arm within the constraints of it. An inverted mirror of the Godarm that the Godmodder himself possesses. Quite intentional, I assure you. In any case, I take the palm of the Godarm and thrust it outward, into the Godmodder’s face. His eyes, and mind, are forever burned by the infinite symbols of Creation-one for every world, a symbol of who breathed life into it, and who would bring death to the Godmodder and his ilk at every opportunity. While this happens, the claws extend and wrap around the Godmodder, assailing him with the same vigor that penetrates his every defense, his ultimate anathema, the effective weapon that has always been, and always will be, the one direct thing that not even the Curses can ever really get rid of. After all, if creativity itself could be nerfed by the Curse, then we wouldn’t be able to harm him to begin with. It has loopholes, of course, but it isn’t all that powerful at MY level.

Releasing him from my grip, I begin to entertain him via high-velocity high-damage rounds, sprayed in a wide angle and packed, with my arm gently following his movements as he dodges (or tries to dodge) every last pellet of explosive Creative potential, while I take another arm (I do have a total of six) and snap my fingers. A weapon comes forth, the Spiral into the Lack. It is named such for the Lack being the name of this place, artificially, and I, the Spiral Nemesis, Unite, being me. I spiraled all into here. In all reality, there is no proper name to this place that we duel in. It is not like the Secret. It is literally not like anything. A description cannot give it justice. It HAS no description. What I gave to you, and what the Godmodder witnesses, is a far cry from what I witness and what is, and makes the Void look warm and comfortable by comparison. But enough talk. The blade that comes forth draws from the Spiral Nemesis, thus me, and thus it is a blade that is partially creation and partially paradox, two powers that conjoin marvelously. While the Godarm keeps up, increasing fury and difficulty appropriately over time to keep the Godmodder hotter on his toes, without wasting a moment I practically do a flash-step to end all flash-steps and strike the Godmodder right through the torso, or the arm, or something. I withdraw both weapons for now-they’re going with me, can’t have them exist with what I’m about to do. If there is anything in the world that could have a TRACE of being that powerful, or rather MORE things of that nature, I do not want to be the one responsible. My father, former…Whatever, was bad enough.

With the outcome of the above properly decided, I realize something. I’m already making a tomb and a brain (in a jar) for later. I don’t fancy myself as anything more than I am, but that’s literally Everything and more…Perhaps I could do something a little more? Perhaps with a bang. Or twenty. Or a million. Yes. I might as well add to the system, and make the idiot less likely to do this twice, rather than let it go to waste. More golden lines appear, this time converging onto a point-specifically the Godmodder. Or they try to. He moves fast. I realize that there is no conceivable way to grab him. No conceivable method of binding him could feasibly work, as his Godmodding skills in keeping mobility are excellent. Nothing will keep him pinned, save for one thing. I immediately tackle him and grab on, restraining his limbs for the lines to collide. The Godmodder struggles, and finds my limbs unmoving, and tries to worm away with his own sly brand of escape artistry…And finds himself conked on the head, by none other than himself. Let us face facts: What do you think the meaning of MORE than EVERYTHING means? TheGodmodder is not a Nothing, he is included in Everything. I use his power to counteract his power, leaving me free to restrain him. Clever on my part, I figure. In any case, while he struggles against the one thing he cannot fight, the lines connect, going through me and him-but while I am one with the lines, he isn’t. They are foreign to him. The lines impact at the exact same spot, from all angles, and I let go of him and flee the area at an exact moment. The Godmodder tries to worm his way out of the line congealment at exactly the wrong time.

The ambiguity around us turns not-so-ambiguous. A whole new universe explodes into being around everything. I can easily resist the blast, but I am nowhere near far enough that I have left the danger zone, so to speak, and as chaos and creation whirl around me, I admire my handiwork. A whole new world, indeed, with whole new life and possibilities. All eyes within turn outwards, and the many within gaze upon the Joy of Creation. The Godmodder, meanwhile, is ping-ponged to the sight of another line meeting that I have arranged in advance, which then explodes into yet another new universe, and then a third. Three Big Bangs. Three new universes, so close to one another. A new Trifecta. The Godmodder flies right into the center…And a fourth set of lines cruises in to meet him there, this time impaling him through the skull and letting loose the Joy of Creation, in the process creating power for a type of thought the Godmodder didn’t usually cotton to. Fun fact: Creation, in a certain holy text, is represented by the number four, while completeness is the number three.

The Godmodder looks upon the new world, and realizes that this world…It’s already ripe with inhabitants! Ripe with rage and conquest and pillage, and a twisted glee opens in his hearts as he soars downward. I do not follow, smartly staying aside. He rushes to the land below, impacts the ground with an almighty crash-he would bring ruination upon these people who have barely existed. They have no history, just a future, one the Godmodder intends to cut short. Or so he thinks.

He actually starts looking at the inhabitants. They sure do look ever-so-slightly familiar. And angry. And then it hits him.

Those unfortunate ones are not the Descendants. They are not the Legion of Godmodders. Not the Few. Not I. Not even a single Minecraftian he ever wronged. I put this here merely as an example of how even his most petty actions can have severe consequences. I brought back to this world a kind of inhabitant for whom they, in unison, share a special hatred of.

Orcs. Specifically Orcs under the banner of Kurak, the Orc Warlord. Yes, all the way back during Piono’s Boss Vortex Days. Let’s not dwell on it. The point is, they have heard the tale of an incredible warrior bound in an invincible stony prison for a godlike entity, malevolent and hateful, was fearful of what would happen upon his death, a never-ending cycle of vengeance, stronger upon stronger beings called forth by his one death. He would not only seal him within an invincible hold, but he would also grant him immortality as an extra precaution to his potential death by suicide, and then seal him under the earth of a world far, far away. The orcs under his clan told this story many times…And the clan became more than a clan. Inspired, they saught the power that the Orc may have wielded, the power that something greater than a god would fear, and managed to find Oblivion Majjyks, and more. They quickly realized them, their natural impulses lending themselves well towards a most dangerous power, and knowledge of it became secondhand, used in everything from War to Waste disposal, smartly tailored to suit any needs, a society turned into an empire on one discovery, one legend, and some level of ingenuity. In turn, they also became obsessed with breaking the cage of stone and killing the one that sealed away Kurak. Faith and a lucky chance, building an empire…That was promptly destroyed when the Chaos Heart went off, along with the rest of the ‘fantasy world’ that Eric hails from that has been so vaguely defined.

Naturally, I recreated them here, with the proper memories, and a bit of extra knowledge: the name of the one who oppressed Kurak and his appearance. They knew the Godmodder, and challenged him. The Godmodder, for once, grew weary of trying to prove he was the best. He survived the freaking apocalypse, and declared their continued lives were upon him-and thus he would end them, as the Orcs were not a problem. And thus he swung and struck the ground with the Blacklister, with enough Oblivion Majjyks to annihilate a normal Universe. Except, it did not, as I gave the Orcs one more blessing: An immense tolerance to Oblivion, to the point where the Red Sea itself may never take them. With this in mind, he thought it out, and still paid no heed to the Orcs, and fled, while the Orcs cursed him and called him cowardly. He ignored it. He didn’t think they were worth the effort.

He heads to the second universe, and finds a world of living female mannequins. Not joking. Living, walking mannequins, in a world that seemed obsessed with fashion, and apparently, fashion to them meant wearing as many clothes as possible, covering every part of their bodies in it except their faces. Humans also lived on it, but the humanity was questionable, as they seemed obsessed to sell clothes to the mannequins and never wore any themselves. The mannequins themselves never spoke, never had paper money but always a card, and if any crime was done it was to steal their clothes and violently beat them, but never kill. The Godmodder lands in the middle of a shopping mall and declares his intent, only to realize how seriously creepy the mannequins are. They stare at him relentlessly, which is made worse with no eyes, and the humans also stare, blankly. Finally, every mannequin on the entire planet, regardless of position, immediately bum-rushes the Godmodder. Before he can lift a Banhammer, the power of Fashion-a new power, the power of personal appearance-restrains him, freezing him like an actual mannequin, while the moving mannequins somehow tear the code from his Minecraft skin, stripping him nude of all of his implied clothes and his actual clothes, including his armor. Doubtless, he had more copies of the Omega Armor that he could equip. They then beat him violently. As he tries to fight back, he realizes that each and every blow he makes results in them healing from it almost instantly, and they don’t seem to be phased by knockback or anything. They disperse after several minutes, leaving the Godmodder alone…Because the ruler of this world, the Goddess of Shopping, a four-armed and four-legged Mannequin with so many clothes that her whole body shifted with different styles every second, appeared to the Godmodder. Lacking a mouth, she uses sign language to convey the worst insult to all mannequin kind: “You have no fashion sense.” The Godmodder’s Sick Burn meter suffers such an immensely critical spike that the Sick Burn meter comes to life and starts burning the Godmodder, literally. How the Anthropomorphized Sick Burn meter fared was probably poorly, but the Goddess of Shopping fared…Far better. The power of Fashion unlimited. Eventually, the Godmodder realized that, even though he was starting to win, it just wasn’t worth the time, as these guys only get mad at something he doesn’t even care for. He leaves, with an annoyed Goddess of Shopping watching him depart. (He smartly puts clothes back on the instant he leaves).

He, frustrated, heads to the third one, a world based in code. Here, he thinks, he will find a measure of victory. But had he ever really won against foes that mattered? In any case, he lands, like the first two times, and makes his request. The ground repairs as he lands on it. He finds no answer. He realizes, oddly enough, that there is no sapient life here. No rage. No love. No emotion. Nothing. Trees and Jungles populate it, deserts and oceans populate it, all in all a truly wide variety of nigh-indescribable locations populated it, along with the ruins of a civilization that, in all honesty, never existed. Merely legends and myths that will eventually decay. The Godmodder, angry at the lack of rage to feed on, slams the Blacklister into the Ground with a pulse of Oblivion…The power surges and destroys the universe, but just as it seems like he did it, the universe reforms, atom by atom, unaffected. He tries again, the same thing occurs. Godmodder, is it not the definition of insanity that you try the same thing twice and expect different results? Frustrated, he grabs a fern, intending to crush it. He manages, but the fern returns to its original shape like it was never crushed. He realizes that this world is invulnerable. It cannot die. He decides to at least plunder it, but his search for anything he can take yields nothing, but it brings him back into the ruins.

In the ruins, the Godmodder finds a complete transcription of Destroy the Godmodder and Destroy the Godmodder 2. Nothing else. He reads it, realizing quickly who was involved. But, he reads it as if it were a forum game (ok, you got me, it is), with the posts made upon it…The posts made by the players he fought so hard to kill. He looks at it, and for the first time ever...He realizes, in the deepest, darkest corner of his mind, his lack of importance, as he realizes that some people were barely concerned with killing him, more so with their entities, charges, characters, their plans. He seemed like a footnote. He reaches the Forge Thread, and realizes how they bickered about almost anything BUT him for the most part. It was like he was nothing more than a distraction. He reaches the end, this exact spot, and sees the text write itself on the walls like magic…

…Hello, Godmodder.

The Godmodder, without looking at a further word of this text, promptly flees, trying to forget this place ever existed.

He doesn’t bother with the last universe, the fourth one. He realizes something about these worlds, and realizes that I haven’t moved at all. He moves back to me, realizing that I made these four universes a bastion against him, filled with life that would rally against him, a haven for the Anti-Godmodders in case he would think that he could conquer the Multiverse-one world filled with an army nigh-immune to destruction, willing to rally against him; one world inhospitable due to a ton of mannequins that remind him of that 'doll' I used a little while ago; one world completely invulnerable to everything; and a mysterious fourth world that the Godmodder doesn't even want to visit now. The Godmodder, infuriated, makes a demand: Destroy them, immediately, in exchange for life beyond that of a second. A much, much weaker life, he admits, but a life that can be used to live longer than this, and be more. Would my life be worth merely an attempt to spite him, he asks?

I impale him for his troubles, with more creative Impulses. Indeed, the very last creative impulse I’m going to have. The line turns to a rainbow color, and then beyond rainbow, to a color indescribable by language, or anything. I merely need it in two dimensions, so the lines trace, zig-zag, and cross back and forth, slicing the Godmodder roughly in the midsection as a simple pattern forms itself. It is the pattern of a Spiral Nemesis, a downward facing Drill, overlaid with the Symbol of Creation, nine-pronged circle with nine lines crossed through it-the nine representing the Few. A Spiral Nemesis of Creation. Then, above it, I draw the symbol of the Psionics, the Symbol of the Mind Aspect, which is an artistic render of a Neuron. A symbol. My symbol. A collection of them united as one, to prove I was an existing being. I implant it upon my tomb, which I gingerly place in the last universe in a special spot. The Godmodder makes a move for it, aiming to spite me one last time if I would spite him with my life…And then notices the shining light from behind me.

Before I part, a farewell to you all, audience that has technically yet to exist as I write this. I tackle him again, imprisoning him within my body, and again subjecting him to the impossible factor of being more than infinite. He finds himself everywhere, attacked by everything, and he finds himself weak and helpless. I watch through every eye. I pop up behind his back and from his stomach, manifesting wherever I please, no matter how 'impossible,' to taunt him while he is beaten to a pulp by angry beasts, everything else in existence that was wasted by my creation, except Tazz, for whom this whole beat-down is technically an extension of, and I, Unite, await him after a series of beat-downs in a completely peaceful grassy meadow. The Godmodder finds himself unable to move from the spot physically, still capable of moving his arms and legs but not to take a step. I offer him the challenge: he is to stop me from approaching him. Failure is pain, success is less pain. The Godmodder does not get to answer whether or not he would actually LIKE to do so, as I start moving. The Godmodder pulls out his Godarm and turns it into the most impossibly powerful of railguns, shimmering with the most destructive potential he could ever bring forth, and in a shot, fires it at me. I don’t even blink, and in contact with me it is gone. The Godmodder pulls out the Red Tooth, thrusts it in the air, and exploits Throwing Your Sword Always Works to throw his sword at me, expecting it to work. It doesn’t, and the Red Tooth’s contact with me signals it vanishing from view. The Godmodder pulls out the Banhammer, desperate now, and slams it upon the ground in a shockwave. When it reaches me, it and the Banhammer are gone. I am halfway to him. He reclaims his Extreme Gear, all but the sword stashed in his inventory, and pulls out his Bow and Arrow and fires the most OP Explosive Arrow known to man. I catch it, and it and the bow vanish. He quickly animates the rest of the Extreme Gear into a Knight, which attempts to punch me. The instant the Gauntlet touches me the whole thing de-exists. The Godmodder heaves the Blacklister up, and charges within it the most incredible of server-moderating powers, the power to completely ban whoever is put forth, and strikes me with it. The power and the Blacklister with it vanish. Running out of weapons and with me a foot away, he simply punches me with his Godarm. I catch the punch, and grab his other arm and bring them both down. My feet extend and wrap around his like jelly, and my arms wrap around his torso and arms, and tendrils of multicolored light extend from my backside as I wrap the Godmodder up in an incredibly twisted knot, as I gaze at him, eternally unblinking, everything flashing in my eyes.

I move in, and without warning I kiss the Godmodder.

His body goes limp, except for a twitch. And then, any sense of his ability to resist me has completely, utterly, absolutely failed. His face contorts to match my kiss as our tongues meet, and let it be clear that on his part it is absolutely not on his will. Far, far more distressing, however, is that his mind, in effect, explodes. He experiences what it exactly means to be More than Everything. It is not pretty. His mind is torn to shreds by truths, facts, and things that he would not rather know, and his mind and body, forcefully kept alive for this process, this one attack, is forced to agonizingly adapt at a pace that breaks him utterly, rather than letting him fall to complete madness, perhaps even worse. But even more horrifying for him, a process he can feel, his body shifting, his limbs contorting and shrinking, his clothes morphing…He feels it, he is taking upon himself my form, and my mind, and I shall overwrite him with but a kiss, and he knew there would be no escape but in death. And If I was practically invincible, what of him?

I intentionally stalled for, perhaps, the requisite nanosecond, if not less. The Godmodder does not finish the transformation, but comes incredibly close. An almost exact copy of me. A cell of his own remains by the time the second has nearly ended-there has to be at least a tenth left for this to really, really be punctuated. With that, I begin to shine, a powerful, vast light from within being brought forth. The Godmodder, now made aware of what this means, but his one cell masking my one deception, thinks that, like before, he has won, and survived my worst as my life ends.

The Narrative officially calls it off. I’ve done my part. As one of my last free actions prior to annihilation, I throw the Brain at the Godmodder. The Brain doesn’t hit him. It jars itself and finds itself in a ship instead. It's not a copy of my brain, for the record...That is a more complicated structure. Not easily replicated.

The Godmodder then recalls something. I never released him. Or her, as the case may be right now. He/She struggles but cannot break the binds I have made, and what is left of me in him prevents him anyways, and just as being brought to that state was painful, so was being brought out of it. But as my alterations erode from his structure and return him to normal, he lays witness to something worse, my…Let’s call it a reversion, creating the largest sphere of sheer Origin he ever saw. Yes, Origin is an alternate term for Creation. It is the beginning.

That massive sphere of the energy that has, time and again, truly tore him to shreds, the very source of every hit point of damage in the span of this twenty-two months, promptly explodes in his face, recreating the Universe down a few seconds before Tazz accidentally created the Spiral Nemesis, with a few changes here and there, and aside from the four new universes, nothing major enough that anyone could easily tell-and that implicates that I didn’t include some altered memories and events. You people. I cover my bases. It doesn’t matter too much, though. The last traces of me in existence are quickly surrounded by the most physical tendrils the Narrative has ever conjured, separating me into my form and surrounding me, ready to clean the slate, as promised. To be fair, I annihilated existence just to live-it is only fair that its foremost representative of existence gets to return the favor. It, one of the rare designated users of the Alightning, crackles with a white shock. There is a reason that the Narrative has always been displayed as a white force. It’s not just preference.

Goodbye. Nice having a one-sided chat with you people.

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Speaking of the Zillcarnate, while I prepare for the final-TENTH OF A SECOND?! Holy smokes, time flies when you’re having fun with a beatdown, eh? I guess I have to skip my intended third step and go straight for the final blow. The third step wasn’t very spectacular to tell you the truth…Where was I…Oh, yeah, the Zillcarnate! It teleports back in, ready for more action! It was just a very quick skip of time via Zillystep, and the mech and it’s incredible, marvelous geometry and ever-increasing size keeps assailing the Godmodder, being an unkillable menace as a distraction while I finally begin to use the utterly massive orb of Creation-a massive orb that is nearly the size of a few GALAXIES at this point, and extremely compressed, only barely held in place by the combined might of everything through the Power of Unity! So much as a creative description of this power could cause something catastrophic, something that, at worst, could literally wipe everything from existence in a massive, massive burst of irony; the existence of this world, possibly even the Multiverse, starting with an unfathomable being of pure destruction, sealed away, and then when its finally freed, destroyed, along with the rest of existence, with nothing short of a pure blast of creation!

…Predictably…I did EXACTLY what I said I should NOT ever do…Just…NOW…Oh boy.

…Or…Maybe nothing happens at all? Huh. Well, good on me!

I quickly fire the massive super-galactic sphere of ultimate Creative Potential, the fruits of my labors! The Godmodder just looks at it…No…Uh, seriously, he just looked at it. Nothing else. Literally.

I swear on my life he didn’t try to dodge it as it hurtled towards him. Or the Zillcarnate. Or anything. The Zillcarnate’s blows he just tanked, predictably, but…He didn’t do…ANYTHING. He just stared at it. That is so unlike him, I’m kind of fixated on why. Maybe he realized he was just smoked and let it come to him? No, he’s not that type. I wonder what happened? Did he snap at long last? Uh...

In any case, the Sphere impacts, crushing him with the full power of the absolute Power of Unity, the unyielding power of Creation, and the defiance, will, hopes, dreams and beliefs of EVERYONE involved in this war, unified into a single cause, summarized into exactly three words.

End.

This.

War.

The Sphere envelops the Godmodder, but it does not kill him, nor do anything just yet! Instead, I come cruising through, with the Infinity Blade and Lefty! I didn’t forget about my super-awesome crit-granting sword, nor my Combat-Operandi Granted super(awesome) weapon! I grab hold of Lefty and manipulate Lefty to grip onto the legendary blade of a world’s fables! I quickly direct the sword right through the Godmodder, from the top to the bottom, impaling him straight through the head down, using the power of creativity to creatively suggest that the Infinity Blade has Infinite power and Infinite resistance against Godmodding while being wielded by a severed left hand that can majjykally transform into a wide doomsday array of death!! I creatively suggest it by outright stating it! Life’s grand like that, isn’t it. I would have done more in terms of making sure the attack hit home, but he’s still just standing there, blank. Like, seriously, I do not believe I did that good, did I? Maybe I did?

In any case, because he’s not trying right now, it works. I kind of silently hope the Infinity Blade’s special ability to end ressurective immortality works. Honestly, unless we literally turned him vegetative from sheer stress, he can probably Godmod that away, but…Maybe I did it? Maybe I killed him? Maybe I did the titular at long, long last?!

Did I Destroy the Godmodder?!

Before the dust settles and I can properly discern the answer, the powerful energies of the Power of Union break away from me as the Narrative, and thus everyone else, back off from the deal, as the Narrative had promised me. Everyone else just kind of backs away from the deal at that point, and soon I am as I was before, still ridiculous in and of myself but no longer accessing the power of anything else on top of my ridiculousness. I don’t think the Narrative will allow THAT again in a very, very long while. If at all.

If I somehow didn’t do it, I sigh. Maybe it just wasn’t for me.

But if I DID do it…I throw my hands up in the air, cheering about how the War ended with everyone else! In addition, I take his Godarm as the Spoil of War if I can, because LEFT ARM PROSTHETIC HOORAY!

Either way, I then take notice of the buzzing in my Inventory. I pull out an old-ish Alchemy, simple computer spectacles for on-the-go computing of any variety, including hardware and software, something I made way back during my Sterile Session…And now my New Update Terminal from going FG, apparently. Well, I can stay mobile easier, at least...

In any case, I find a new Email from someone I don’t quite recall, but vaguely do…Some ‘Unite’ person. Huh. Titled “From a recently deceased person to her technical Father.” Well…That’s odd. I’m pretty sure I’m celibate. I don't intend to have any goes at love unless I'm, err, fired from all of my jobs at once. Time shenanigans? Already? Ugh. Lemme investigate.

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Well. This is very weird to say the least…I’ll keep it on file, just in case...No, I'm not telling you!

...Just in case, I slap the Godmodder with Lefty one last time. Or his mutilated corpse. Or the area that his corpse was in.

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>Ire: Stare at the sheer length of Tazz's posts.

You do so.

I want that Godarm. So bad.

I use the power of this post to enhance the power of the whole attack retroactively.

>Crystal: Boggle at these page-spanning shenanigans.

You do so. Gorilla, Tazz, I think you just set a benchmark not even Erelye could ever surmount. Writer'll have to think up a new unit of measurement for long attacks now. (On a related note, I love this new fourth-wall-related alchemy.)

...Anyway, I pull out Deus Ex Machina and the Abolisher, and (re-)perform (Attack title thought up just now)

LAWTECH LV. [ARBITRARY NUMBER]: LEX UNIVERSALIS SUBVERSA EST.

This essentially consists of: 1, summoning an extremely thick hollow sphere of bedrock around the target, in this case the Godmodder, by writing a law into reality that bedrock should exist there; 2, reinforcing the bedrock with inscribed Correspondence symbols that both reinforce the bedrock even more than its already-unbreakable state and also prevent the propagation of the Abolisher's lawlessness; 3, using the Abolisher to abolish the strong force inside the shell, reducing any matter inside the shell to a massively high-energetic plasma of quarks and leptons. (Since, after all, most of the mass of protons and neutrons comes from the forces binding them together, and with those abolished, the energy is freed.)

As you can imagine, this kills - instantly - any living thing within the shell. Normally I'd reserve something like this for a really hard-to-kill enemy, but really, the Godmodder kinda deserves this. If possible, I rip off the Godmodder's Godarm and toss it over to Tazz before my attack fires. He deserves this for that massive attack.

I cannot match these attacks, nor will I try.

I simply scroll to an empty slot on my hotbar and left-click.

The Godmodder flashes red as the punch connects.

Since i am under no illusion of ever having the last finishing blow on Richard, i simply return from my Body Horror to my form as the best physician there is. (Available.) I instead decide to heal the next player to attack Richard with the No Joke...... and thanks to the last charge i get for healing hat player, i will ALSO immediatly kritz him! As long as the attack is longer than 10 sentences.

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No Joke
UBER: 3 Charges IN USE
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH

Tazz, that post size is so awesome it could make someone cry in tears of joy.

Welp, I go up to the godmodder. And by that I mean trip down a hill, down some stairs, down through hell itself, and land in a bottomless pit forever.

The sheer stupidness of this shocks the godmodder. Shocks him with 999 volts of electricity.

Tazz? If I do not get the last hit from my references, I hope you do. Don't get me wrong, I want the last hit. But you made a masterpiece.

No post today, I have things to do. Happy Independence Day, to those who celebrate it! Tomorrow you all will be celebrating your independence against the Godmodder... Or maybe on Monday, since I may not be able to post tomorrow either. We'll see. Just because Tazz made an uber-long attack doesn't mean none of you can attack! Everyone, at least try to destroy the Godmodder!

A neutral, plain, voice starts booming from the skies around the godmodder, almost as if created by some sort of text-to-speech program, which it likely was. It then quickly drops in volume, to a more appropriate level.

"Ah, Richard, Godmodder, whatever you call yourself nowadays. This war has been a long twenty two months, but at last, it comes to a close. I still remember my first, and one of only, attacks aimed directly at you here, when I tried to poke you into the void. Yet that wasn't my first interaction with you, was it?"

"February 6, 2013. Two years and five months ago, I attempted a suicide rush on you, involving banelings. For the next seven months, I would intermittently be one of your many opponents, and so it was again when the second war started. Until one day, it wasn't. A year of opposition and animosity simply... vanished... and with another baneling centered attack, over a year of uneasy alliance began. But it wasn't always uneasy, was it? We used to be true allies, but even then I wouldn't have called what we had friendship. I still remember when you created that memo for the PGs, and us four spent hours discussing strategy, life, and whatever came to mind."

"Eventually though, our alliance became strained. You would take command of my entities, and I would order them not to listen. You would rage at the betrayal of other PGs, and I would sit, watch, learn, and plan. Then one day, as abruptly as it began, our alliance came to an end, with not one baneling in sight. You swore revenge then, well, it looks like you won't get it, at least not this time. While I've enjoyed this war at times, and have made many more agreeable allies than you as a result, I will not miss this war."

"You know why? This entire two year long conflict has been meaningless. You don't fight for a good cause. You don't fight for your own people. You don't even fight for conquest, which I could at least respect. No, you fight, because it gives you short term life satisfaction when people ragequit. You are one of the most powerful people on the entire Earth, and what did you do with this power? Trap people on a Minecraft server. I hope your parents would be proud, if they knew what you've done with your life."

"You know what does matter though? What you did to this planet. Millions, billions, of natives have been misplaced or outright killed, and that's not even to mention the countless Minecraft mobs that no one cares for. This once pristine planet... now it's, well, look around. The entire server has been razed to the bedrock, and that's in the places where there's still bedrock left..."

"You know why my first attack on you failed? There were no holes to the void near the battlefield. Well, now, thanks to the war you started, there are holes to the void across the planet. I hope you appreciate the irony, as you fail, once again."

A translucent hand then appears in front of the godmodder, quickly solidifying.

"I poke the godmodder into the void."