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I await to cheer at the Godmodder's defeat, wishing I could have done more, better... (Yes, in that context, I believe the grammar is correct)

Wierd. What's with the change in text?

I also await to get back my precious, precious wine from the thief that dared to defy me- no, us.

It's for other reasons. I also get some wine so that Oryx doesn't drink all of his best wine at the celebration.

By the way, you've been in hiding a long time. Where have you been?

Mounting up a celebration.

*snaps hat and throws fingers down* Gosh diddly darn vacations

I have RETURNED! Returned to help!

I poke the godmodder.

Post III

Biumbra uses Eclipse's Edges to cut the pizza in 2 pieces, handing 2 of them to Build and Split. The shadow enderman then turns around, a large grin manifesting on his face as he lunges towards the Alchemiter.

Eye of Providence pendant && Cerebredust && Gold Nugget

Glass Bottle && Dream Amulet && Nightmare Amulet

Pale Liquid > Coarse

I recite vogon poetry for The Godmodder in wokpannish.

And the Oscar goes to...

/null

There... I did it... This is probably the most effort I have ever put into one attack... This... This took me about 9 hours of reprogramming, BUT! YESS! My first post too long error! I feel like a big boy now. I PRESENT TO YOU, THE LONGEST ATTACK IN ALL OF DTG (from a page eating standpoint)! Although, that's not really fair to say because most of it was generated by a Java program. A Java program I wrote myself that is 2,591 lines long. This attack took about 9 hours to reprogram and 4 hours to commentate over. And honestly, you can skip most of the days and just go straight to the last few parts. This is the first post of the 2 it takes to hold all this. I'll get the other one in as soon as I finish it.

Oh, and Twin? You should respond to all these finishers in a random order to keep the suspense.

I walk up to the Godmodder, who has at this point, has refused my offer of surrender and survived the whole failing to exist inside a true vacuum thing and everything else. Well, either that or this is being responded to in a random order, in which case please resolve the 'lets have peace' speech first please Twin. I want the peace thing to work, but failing that I want this to work and failing that then I resort to the true vacuum bubble. Anyway... I walk up to the Godmodder, who inconsiderately just won't die.

"Well, I have to congratulate you on surviving so stubbornly. But, can you survive it all again? And now I'm not going to just say 'I repeat every attack done so far' because that's unoriginal and you've already taken damage from it. 3 damage, if I recall. Instead, let me tell you that I am also the Programmer. A while ago, PittheAngel found an online program to simulate Hunger Games using simple random generators. The problem with it was that actions had no relation to each other or the characters. Everyone was the same and anything could happen to anyone. So I thought to myself, I could do better. And I did. I took a page from Notch's book. And yours I suppose. My coding shaped a reality. Sure, its nowhere near as complicated as... this."

I vaguely motion around me.

"But its my little slice of reality. And as I keep working on it, it continues to grow. Its gotten to be quite an impressive little world. Want to see?"

Without waiting for a response, obviously, I dash into the Godmodder and we both vanish in a blast of blue and white light, leaving everyone else to look around awkwardly and wonder where we went.

The Godmodder is in a circular Void black room that no amount of light he produces can brighten. The walls and floor are totally smooth without even any rivets or creases. My voice, although somewhat digitized, announces from somewhere above,

"Godmodder, Omega, Richard, whatever you want to call yourself, your name has been pulled for the Reaping. And today is July 6th, a very special day because... uh..."

He can hear some clacking of a keyboard.

"er... Today in 1609, Bohemia was granted freedom of religion. So, to mark the occasion, we're hosting a very special set of Games today with you as the star. Don't you feel special? The rules are pretty simple. Murder-cate everyone else and don't die. Got it? Good. I'm both a tribute myself and I'll be the commentator with my incredibly witty humor. Now, in the honor of Bohemia, may the odds be ever in your favor. ... ... where the Nether is Bohem-"

The intercom breaks off with a clicking sound. The Godmodder is left in silence for a minute or two before another voice, this one clearly synthesized, announces,

"All standard events loaded!
All Blood Bath events loaded!
All fatal events loaded!
All mashup events loaded!
All tributes loaded!
The Godmodder has been set as the boss!
All combos loaded!"

Suddenly, a light breaks in from below. Its just plain daylight, but compared to the total darkness before, it seems blinding. The floor is slowly lowering itself down. The Godmodder was in some kind of cell held above some sort of wasteland. The lowering platform clicks into a slot in the ground and the Godmodder could get a good look around, but not move due to some invisible barriers. He was on the rim of some kind of lava filled crater with a countless spider web of rickety metal bridges criss-crossing each other and eventually making their way to an endstone island in the middle of the crater. Its quite far away, but the island looks large and piled high with supplies, weapons, and other goodies. Getting food from there would probably be important given how little plant life there was in this wasteland. Then he noticed something else. Scattered around the rim of the crater were other platforms that had clicked into place. And each platform had another tribute on it. Slowly scanning the horizon, the Godmodder could see that there were tons of other tributes, far more than the standard 24 and many of them being entities from far earlier in the war, some even from DTG1. And creepily, each and every one of them was staring at him, even the ones all the way on the other side of the crater. Each and every one of them was determined to end him.

Everything is ready. May the odds be ever in your favor!

Netpatham got a package!
Pricy was so weak, they took 15 damage!
Pricy managed to stab themself in the foot for 15 damage!
Pricy went insane and bashed their head against a wall 15 times!
Pricy's entities were so disgruntled, they dealt 12 damage to him!
Pricy's alchemies backfired, dealing 18 damage to him!

Netpatham got a package!

Day 2

Netpatham got a package!

Day 3

Day 4

Vriska's alchemies backfired, dealing 11 damage to him!

Day 5

Asharon got a package!

Day 6

Day 7

I duplicate the Origin Wands and send them off somewhere else, now that the Curse is gone.

I need them somewhere else.

I also conjure some popcorn. This should be a good show.

Continued from last post... Edit- Notch Freaking Dangit Netpatham. Why you gotta be so rude?

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

75% of the importance of this attack comes after this point.

Day 12

All good things must come to an End.

(I had to snip a few of these. You can check out the full attacks by clicking the green arrows at the top of the quoted posts!)

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Continuing to float, I continue my monologue.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, that's absolutely hilarious! Richard? Did you expect something different? Coming against deities, super powered entities, and beings with the ability to respawn? You unobservant fool, did you not even notice the Comb Rave TT2000 had saved up? You proclaim yourself to be a god, but you are not. Your name is Richard. It will always be Richard. And you should feel happy you have that name. At the end of the day, you have a home you can return to. I? I am only here to show you your foolishness. I have come here only because there was a chance you could prevail. Rejoice in that. You had a slim chance to prevail, so long as forces from outside did not come in. But then you tried to start the freaking Apocalypse. I was the first in a long line of beings waiting outside this universe with power that exceeds your own that would have stopped you. But that wasn't necessary. One person trying to sow Chaos can override a hundred trying to sow Order. But not forever. Eventually, the person sowing Chaos will fall. Then again, shouldn't you have figured that out already? This is Destroy the Godmodder 2! You fell about two years ago! You have lost once already, and so you tried to stack the deck and be more ambitious. AND YOU STILL LOST.

You have interfered in matters that should have been left alone, you foolish child. Now you shall pay the price. The Apocalypse will come at its own time, without your decision. You said this universe would vanish?

NOT TODAY!!! THIS UNIVERSE IS ALL OURS! SO YOU VANISH!!!"

SHOWTIME!

AND FOR THE FINALE, ONE KO PUNCH/OTHER ATTACK!!!

I use Broggy Bonker on the Godmodder, and follow it up with a Falling Star. My expertise with Bowser's Inside Story makes these attacks Excellent. And, if that doesn't finish him off, I Ground Pound a meteor into his face!

And, on his fallen body, I use the final Comb Rave as well!

"I mean, it's not like we're going to use it at any other point, right?"

And finally, I take some power from every spoil of war. It forms into a sphere, which stains my arms in red.

"This is a crystal of power, which we have nurtured through our journey. An orb that repels fabrications of all sorts, dispels lies, and shines upon the truth: You are no god. You are not that powerful. You are a sad, lonely man named Richard who is having a temper tantrum, because you are failing to do what you set out to do: push others down in a vain hope to make yourself feel as if you are somehow superior."

The orb leaves my hands, and the red disappears from my arms. It floats behind me, as spiritual representations of all the players who ever fought and used their respawns against the Godmodder congregate.

"Even if you were to become a god, against all odds, others would rise up against you until you fell. During your quest to become more than anyone ever could, you have forgotten this basic fact."

The orb and the spiritual representations become one being, a strange man in a white suit of armor with a strange sword reminiscent of the Infinity Blade. The being is about a tenth of the size of The Incarnate, and not solid in any way, but the sheer power forces all except me and the Godmodder to their knees; the Godmodder could not fall to his knees if he tried.

"Here is another gift, Richard, a taste of the power a god holds. Cherish it, for you shall never get closer to a god's power than to have it used on you. IZANAGI NO OKAMI! MYRIAD TRUTHS!!!"

The being raises his sword and spins it around its center of gravity in a circle. He builds up an immense amount of power, then unleashes a sudden explosion, as all the power jumps from the sword to the Godmodder instantly.

The being vanishes, having fulfilled his purpose. He leaves behind Richard, who has been stripped of his title by Myriad Truths, and been hit with the equivalent of an explosion with 1 googol times the power of the Big Bang.

"RICHARD? THAT IS THE POWER OF A GOD. BE VERY GLAD YOU GOT TO EXPERIENCE IT. AND WHEN YOU INEVITABLY RESPAWN, REMEBER THIS: YOU WILL NEVER CONTROL THIS POWER. THAT WAS YOUR MISTAKE, TRYING TO GAIN GODLIKE POWER."

An interesting start! However, since you aren't Level 10, you can't use a Comb Rave, final or not! The attack still hits though... It looks like every single attack used here will hit, but only ONE will be a killing blow!

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I toss Split the Broken Anachronism he so kindly stabbed me to help create, all the way back in Trial 4. And by that I mean I stab him with my Broken Anachronism and give him a Gatekeeper's Scythe.

Split still has Broken Anachronism! He ended up not using the final attack.

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Point of fact, I did claim the Nether Spire. Pretty sure I did, anyway. On the other hand, I fully endorse its use here, and had completely forgotten about it for reasons of burnout. If I'd remembered its existance I'd have used it to minicrit my semipseudouberattack last turn.

/null

Okay, you take the Nether Spire anyway for some reason, even though it's the END OF THE GAME! HYPE

Quote from PitTheAngel»

PHANTOM R'S TURN (3/3 Actions Remaining):

I sit down and take a breath. I helped save the people once again, even if I was late to the event, but I contributed.

And i'm fine with this.

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[MZ]: I told you before, defiler of souls...

[MZ]: That you'd opened a gateway you really shouldn't have.

Those who have been watching may have realized by now that large expenditures of magical energy cause my mantle of static to flare larger. Even those who don't may notice the spiraling pillar of black, white, and grey forming around me to mean something big is about to happen.

[MZ]: Unstoppable Fountain...

[MZ]: Of The Depths!

I strike at the ground beneath me, a wave of static flowing from where I punched, down into the ground, where it vanishes with a flash of blue light.

Causing a hole to open, from which a massive, impeccably crafted fountain in the shape of an immense serpent rises, 5 minecraftian blocks wide, and 10 high.

The sudden steam of high-pressure water that gushes out forms a tidal wave, surging outwards in a circle of crushing force, followed by a single bolt of torrential force aimed at the Godmodder.

Even after my attack, the serpentine fountain remains, it's water slowing to that of a gentle stream, suitable for consumption by any creature, protected from being poisoned, salted or otherwise made undrinkable.

The Godmodder is blown backwards!

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Post 1
(GREEN)Well, I have an attack prepared right here...(END GREEN)
Eglarbroad equips the Tophat, the Tubas, and the Elemental Hammer. Perdito, Aer, and Ordo flow from the Origin Staff into the Elemental Hammer. Essentia pools into the hammer, and combine into Tempus. Eglarbroad whirls the hammer, and slams it into the ground. Tempus essential is infused into the ground. He holds onto the Tophat as wind starts blowing fiercely. The shattered sky darkens, as blue light flickers onto Eglarbroad's face. Fractured metal is whipped in the wind. Graphical artifacts surround Eglarbroad, the world glitches around the beginnings of time travel. The Dimensional Tophat, sparkling with starlight and galaxies, fractures. The modified glass cracks, and the internal portal glitches. The erroring of the world around seeps into the tophat. The interior starts looking like a jpeg with corrupted image data, and it is thrown to the ground. Stalagmites of pure glitch shoot out on collision, and sinks to the ground. The illusion of reality starts pealing away, as a substance seeps up from the ground and coats Eglarbroad. The strange liquid flickers between many locations: Limbo, the End, the Nether, Yggdrasil, Ground Zero, and more locations not listed here. It finally turns a solid yellow brick, and shoots outward. A final image before temporal disassociation: A flickering black-and-white tophat, an Odd Grey Monocle, the Armageddon's Conductor, a wheel of symbols hovering behind Eglarbroad's back, A flickering bowtie, and the Raspberry Helmet. Tubas in hand, with pure glitch swirling around and winds kicked up to intolerable speeds. The glitches accumulate and condense into Eglarbroad. The wheel highlights a symbol, and starts spinning the highlight. Immense cyan and blue light illuminates everything in the area, and reality bends inward. Then, in a single sudden move, the limits of Time are broken, and time is separated from space. Eardrums shatter from the sound of the breaking of the fundamental bond. Blinding blue signifies the absolute mutilation of time. And, at the end, the wheel stops on the question mark.
In the distant past, the landscape is washed with gray. A malfunctioning robot is washed in the waves of time, with an omnipresent shape flying out, blocked from travel to the destination by a blinded deal. A village saved from destruction by a glitch. A mystic train headed for an unknown destination in time, swept away by the flood. A shattered castle, invaded by otherworldly forces. The wave of anomalies ventures to other universes. A portal from 1982, a completely regular dad, a ship set for the stars, a pixelated heart, a spacial lord, and a certain crystal.
Hidden in a place far from time, frozen landscapes appear. The castle, train, ship, and more pop into existence. Eglarbroad appears in this place, a place far from the laws of physics. The wheel around him slows to a stop, constantly glitching in and out of existence. A blue box blinks into existence, crashing towards nothingness. A brown, furry creature jumps out, and the box flies to another place in time and space. Eglarbroad finds a Curative Vat, and jumps in along with Nimbleguy.
Bubbles pop on top of a specially formulated liquid. The Vat leaks a peculiar gas, and heat overwhelms. Order degrades, and the Vat activates. Eglarbroad and Nimbleguy fuse… Past and present, present and future. Corruption mends, suit reforming. Gerbil runs towards the Vat, and disappears. Panes of glass crack, about to shatter. Heat and pressure almost too much for the Vat. The world, unable to cope, glitches between Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad. As the mix is about to stabilize…
crckk… tssss….
BOOOOOOoOoOoomm…
Disorder contained within the Vat explodes outward, the world superheating. Everything destabilizing, the world collapsing. The ring re-activates, shining blue into the monochrome world. Time starts, and the laws of physics appear. Nimblebroad glitches the world, teleporting out… hovering in front of the Godmodder, supercharged with powers from across space and time.
Hey there, Richard.
(GREEN)He changed his name.(END GREEN)
Ah. Surprised to see me again?
(GREEN)Well, we're back together.(END GREEN)
Glitched together, of course.
(GREEN)Gerbil, are you there?(END GREEN)
(BROWN)Ye-(END BROWN)
(BROWN)Squeak!(END BROWN)
(GREEN)Well, seems like these fluctuations are cutting off our dialoug-(END GREEN)
No matter.
The wheel switch between many symbols, and the Tubas activate.
First off-
(GREEN)Why don't we try out the classics?(END GREEN)
Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Super Power Ninja Turbo Neo Ultra Hyper Mega Multi Alpha Meta Extra Uber Prefix Combo
Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Meteor Shower
Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Elemental Tri-beam
Improbable Null&Void Botanic Bewitched Fused Eldritch Creation Infernal Conclave Glitchy Conch Cosmic Tubas of Yggdrasil ==> Primal
Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Void Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi ==> Null Cube
Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad start glitching faster, Tubas switching between past and present before attacks can even be prepared…
Įmp̷ro͜ba̶ble̸ ͟Ǹull̷&V̀o͠id̡ Botadm̨od͜d͟i̡n̶g͘ ̨Ny̴an Noǵàl̡i̧s͞t͡i͠c̛ F̡at́io҉n I̶n͏f҉erna͘l͝ ̡Con̡cl̷av͟e͡ Gl͝i̸t͞b͘as ͞u҉p͘g͢r͝ad҉ed͞ ͡with͟ ͞R҉as҉ic Tu͝ba͘s̢ ̛of ̧Y̛g͏ǵdr̴a̴si̶l ̀=̷=> N͢y̡a̷nso͘ųl̴
Mu̢͞s͏h̨́r̷̸oo͏͘m͠͏y͝ ̶͘͠G̀ų̸͟ll&̀͘ỳ̶an ̧͘͝Né͢w͟ìt̶cǫ̴͟p͝p͘ȩ̷r҉͢ ̡͘͡V͝è̷l̨d̨͜͞r҉͘͘i̷҉̨c̴͟a̡͝l̨͜n̵͘a̧lu̶̡͠báv́e̢de̴͞d̀ w͏įţh͝ ̡Rǫ͢n͞͏c͜͝i͘s͘m͟i͜c̶͡͞ ̢T̸̡u̴͟͢b҉̸a̷̡s̕ ͢͡ơ͘f̡̕ ̨̡=̡=̶̛>̡́ ̛͝==̛́́>̡͠ ̧͞V̂̃ͮ͐ͪ̂̇̋͊ͨ̈̋̆͗͏҉͚̺̺͇͈̟̰̥̬̮̳̭̰̗̬͖͓͓͡ͅM̷̢̛͈̦̰̮̙̙͔̱̓͂̆̃̍ͪ́ͫ̐̓̚͞ͅP̸̂̔̄ͩ͗ͯ̏ͭ͒̾̕͏̯̜̣͇̪̪ͅ
The universe becomes unable to cope with two times in one, two creations in a single object…
Wh
(GREEN)o(END GREEN)
no



A failsafe triggers, and glitches envelop Nimblebroad. A slight green light leaks and… He disappears, lost in a quarantining script run by the Source Code of Reality… Left on the ground are the Tubas, still violently switching between past and present forms, and a bottle. The Tubas vibrating, shaking. The Tubas and the bottle fall to the ground, with the bottle falling in the tubas… The mycelium goes crazy. A tree, train, a certain symbol, a testificate, a world tree, a vortex, a star, a tuba, a prince. Signs of the future, made by the mycelium. Branches of the great tree Yggdrasil churn out of the bell of the tubas, wrapped into a cylinder. Light shines out, and a train barrels through. Powered by exitement and hype, rocket thrusters fire. The train soars into the air, and slams into the ground. A bottle is tossed from the remains of the train, which are now screeching across the ground. The train tumbles, and slams into the Godmodder. Thrusters fire, and the train escapes, flying out to another point in time and space. The bottle flies in the air… And lands onto the Godmodder. A large wail emanates from the location, "ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY CONCH." The universe warps at the location of the broken bottle… The places lost in time are siphoned out of the warp. Smarter villagers armed to the brim with weapons, an army from the lands of nothing, the KSC, a crazed chef, and a beast of space.
Aaerreeaach!
The Sinnoh-bound lord of space screeches… And rends space. Rocket parts from across the multiverse pile up in one place, and brought to the KSC. The Villagers charge into battle, attacking the Godmodder with alchemies from the past… The Void Army charges at the Godmodder, attacking with the Voided Scepter, Tubas, Elemental Hammer, and various other specially forged war weapons. And, the crazed chef attacks the Godmodder with a knife, for some reason relating to completely normal dads and octopi.
The Kerbals construct a beast of a rocket, akin to ones made by Whackjob. It launches, and flies up to the Chestplate…
CchkkkBoom! Crash! Fwwooooshhhh…
The rocket spontaniously disassembles, due to a lack of struts and spacetape. Thousands of Solid Rocket Boosters slam into the Godmodder. Liquid fuel boosters swirl in the air, and crash into the shell. The pod spontaneously disconnects, and destroys itself on the Godmodder… Jeb climbs out of the ruins, somehow still alive. Jeb jumps back to the KSC, and launches a satellite. Palkia dislocates multiple parts of the shell to multiple points in space, as the satellite gets into orbit. Jebbediah is given command to deorbit… Solar panels are flung off as heat builds up from re-entry. Makeshift heat shields such as empty boosters explode… It crashes into the Godmodder. Jebbediah remains invincible, and walks away.
The temporal effects seem to wear off… Palkia transfers things back to their locations, as time catches up, and returns them to their proper times. The villagers disappear one by one, the void army fading into nothingness. Nimble broad appears in a recent rift in reality… and collapses to the ground. Violently flickering between past and present, he spontaneously combusts. The glitching slows… and stops. Nimblebroad vibrates and… splits. The unstable infusion of two times finally gives out as Nimbleguy and Eglarbroad are thrown away from each other.
Augh…
(GREEN)Well… goodbye, past self. Also, be weary of impendi-(END GREEN)
And with that, the past Tubas and Nimbleguy disappear in a blinding flash of light. The Dimensional Hole brew leeks off of Eglarbroad, as he collapses to the ground.

The Godmodder is severely beaten by your attack, all of your alchemies knocking him backwards!

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Lothyra: Do the Descendenty Thing.

===>

Lothyra turns to the Godmodder.

"I said that I wouldn't do any more attacks. Well, any more ordinary attacks. I have something else planned. I'm going to make you remember who you are. But first I need to get to the essentials."

She activates the hatch on her suit. The back unfolds and splits in two, extending outward and making enough room for Lothyra to exit. As she gets out, you get a good look at her undersuit. It is reminiscent of ghost armor from Starcraft, though it is far more... gender neutral and covered with metal plates.

"What? Were you expecting a swinsuit? Typical. A skin-tight suit does nothing other than make the female wearer look attractive and turn on all the heterosexual male gamers/viewers. Sure, you get a breast shot, but did you really think I would compromise myself just to be Mrs. Fanservice? Honestly. I think it's safe to say that game developers are the persons least knowledgeable about female armor. Oh dear. I have flown so far off on a tangent that the starting circle is just a speck in the horizon. Now then..."

She turns towards the Godmodder. You study her face. It does look a little bit like Nova from Starcraft. But the structure is different. An expression crosses her face. One of smugness.

"...Let us get down to business; to defeat the oh wait I've said this before. Nevermind. Now, let me give a bit of exposition. Do you see the Descendants? Do you see their abilities? What do you think stands out the most? Their respawning ability? Their alchemies? Their special powers? No. What is special about them is their creativity. They are able to channel the fundamental essence of Minecraftia to warp reality itself. They can summon atom bombs, antimatter missiles, even singularities just for ordinary attacks. Out of nothing. They can summon entities from popular culture or from their own mind to fight for them. They have arguably exerted more control over the Narrative than Binary, the Employer, or you. They have the power of a god. But their channeled creativity is always refined. Nobody uses creativity in its pure form. Well, that will change for a moment. For you see, I've used my potential far less. I chose to work with reality instead of overriding it. I stuck with physics, logic, and sanity. So all of that creative energy has just been building up inside of me. Until now. Watch this."

Lothyra closes her eyes. A look of intense concentration appears on her face. Slowly, a small orb of shining, pulsing, crackling, throbbing energy appears in her palm. The orb grows until a mass of energy spins around her like a radiant tornado. Pure creative, reality warping energy. They energy of the Descendants. The sound of wind threatens to drown out all noise in the vicinity. Lothyra takes out the Scranton Reality Turrets and channels some outside chaotic energies into the tornado. She also takes out the Glitch Wrench and uses it on herself to further augment the tempest. The tornado is now a maelstrom of light. Energy crackles, and the din drowns out all noise within a hundred meters. However, everyone can still hear her. Unnoticed by her, a shining symbol appears on the ground where she stands. A Space symbol. Her latent Knight of Space powers temporarily awaken and add themselves to her tornado. Space is the aspect of creativity, after all.

"Now then, it is time to explain what I am doing with this incredible power. You see, Mr. Godmodder, I am going to make you remember who you are. For all the time you've been on the internet, you've been hiding by that alias. Hiding behind a mask of cheesy Saturday morning cartoon villain. You don't want people to see you as a fellow human being. You want them to see you as an impersonal force. That of destruction and terror. But that is not what you are. You are a human being. You have flaws and redeeming characteristics. You have personality traits. You, in the end, are just like us. And while you may try to escape your past... it... always chases you down. You can't. Escape it. Look at me... what I've done... the lows I've reached... and the sins I've committed. So listen to this: You're not the just the Godmodder. You are Richard. You were born Richard, you lived as Richard, you will always be Richard. No name change will stop that. No godmodding will stop that. You can't forget who you are. Even amnesics have the same personality. So let me show you what I'm doing with this. Godmodder, or Richard, guess what?"

She holds her hand out all of the maelstrom's energies wrap themselves around her hands.

"You!"

The energies form themselves into a bolt. The Origin Wands, the last component to this attack, materialize in Lothrya's hands. A focus to channel the energy from. She points them straight at the Godmodder.

"Are!"

The creative energy enters the Origin Wands, their tips glowing like the surface of the sun. Finally, their creativity adds itself to the other energies.

"Human!"

From the Origin Wands twin beams of blinding light shoot out, headed straight towards the Godmodder. It strikes and penetrates the Godmodder. His attempts to stop it fail. Do you know why? This is the same energy that the players used to breach the Godmodder's defenses for most of the war. This is the same energy that dealt all the damage. But in far greater quantity. The energy all enters the Godmodder's mind, and he sees... my God... he sees... himself. He sees his birth, his parents naming him Richard, his swanky neighborhood, his fancy house. He sees himself as a toddler, playing with toys and not letting the other kids have any. He sees himself in preschool, spoiled rotten and a spreader of misery. He sees himself in middle school and high school, coding and picking on people. He sees himself meeting Notch, discovering a different universe entirely, and helping Notch shape it. He sees himself on countless forum games, blocking all attacks thrown at him and penetrating every other player's defenses. Such is the way of a game without rules. He sees himself logging on one day on a certain server and seeing a certain Psi-Godmodder fighting at the North Pole of a Land of Blocks and Stone while a red sweater-wearing, cue ball headed puppet watching ominously from afar. He sees the Employer about to be brought into Minecraftia, stopped with no time to spare. He sees himself taking after the Psi-Godmodder, becoming a reality warper in his own right, terrorizing innocent players. He sees himself logging on to a server for a day of trolling, only to find that some pesky players have dared to stand up to him. He sees the destruction that the First and Second Godmodding Wars have wrought on the multiverse. But then he sees something he forgot he had. He sees a part of him that spoke against the horrible things he did. He sees the part of him that, while buried deep, was never truly gone. He sees other parts too. His love of coding, his fear of tubas, his enjoyment of... *shudder* ...Twilight (this actually is a thing that TT said). He sees his love of popcorn, his wish to be respected, his general badassitude, his hatred of bronies and MLP in general. He sees all the things that make him more than just a dark lord. He sees the parts that make him a person. Then it hits him. That name change was futile. He is Richard, and will always be Richard. And not even the Narrative could change that. Space and time warps,erasing his name change from existence with pure reality-warping creative energy; still far more than the average attack that did damage him, and... wait. What name change? Richard never changed his name. I don't know what I'm talking about. The left over energies assault the Godmodder's mind, filling him with emotion. Empathy, regret, fear, sadness, anger, frustration. He is utterly overwhelmed. Overwhelmed enough for all his strength to leave and for him to drop DEAD. The Origin Wands turn to ashes, their power utterly used up. Lothyra collapses, completely and totally...

WASTED

But not dead. Just knocked out.

The Godmodder suffers extreme emotional and mental damage! He drops to the ground and shudders, babbling incoherently!

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( I know I'm not going to kill him, but just in case....)

I grab the GODMODDER. I force him to look in my eyes. STRAIGHT at my eyes. So he sees my pupils. No one has ever seen my pupils. For one reason...

The Godmodder disappears.

I then disappear.

He then appears in what's left of the Nether. Umbra grows massive, enveloping the Godmodder.

Then we return, 30 minutes later. The Godmodder looks at me, wondering what I'll do next.

"Heh. I've been watching you since the beginning, Richard. So, let's do...

...

EVERYTHING!"

He is then subjected to EVERY ATTACK ANY PLAYER HAS USED IN THE SERIES. EVER.

I then look at him, a strange look in my eyes. Suddenly a bright light envelopes everything. No one can see anything, besides the other players, and the Godmodder...

Who is looking up in horror.

Following his gaze, people see The Creature.

The Creature has a strange appearance. A cross between the DEVIL and a CYCLOPS. It is massive, taller then the tallest buildings, wider than the widest mountains, and heavier than Earth itself. It looks to be hybrid of many villains from many universes, Ganon, Bowser, Sauron, you name it, with pieces of them all. On it's face is an eye. But not just any eye. A compound eye, with the eyes of every villain that has ever lived in any universe.

It grabs the Godmodder, and roars.

The whiteness cracks and falls, revealing Godcraft, same as always. The Creature is gone, and in it's place....

...Is the lifeless body of the Godmodder.

The Godmodder is blown back by the power of every single attack at once! He struggles to get up, but it has least stopped his babbling and returned some semblance of coherence to him...

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It is at this incredibly dramatic point that my armor informs me of my far-overblown abuse of its ability to function, ejects the reactor core, and shuts down completely. As it turns out, it having shut down removes my ability to defend myself against things like, say, the Helsilver woven into my bones being exposed to raw Creation and spreading further while burning, or catastrophic systemic radiation poisoning and combat-cocktail toxicity. Also, just for fun, a good twenty percent of my mass is scar tissue at this point, including my nervous system.

The armor itself, deprived of power, is completely useless, and without the small, low-input gravitic weight reducers, weighs even more. I somehow manage to pull myself out of the wreckage, likely because I had help from my less-maimed double. The Tesseract sails in for a landing, and most of the crew file out to help get me, Zand, and the remains of my armor on board.

After a few minutes, Zand comes back out, his helmet off, and approaches the snafu around the Godmodder.

"I salute you, and your true, arrogant foolishness. A godlike manchild that found his impossible strength insufficient and sought more."

"I am afraid I do not see even your death as having very much significance. Stay down, and perhaps it may, eventually, matter."

And then Zand gave him a serious noogie and went to stand by the Tesseract's loading ramp. And all was sociopathic. And it was good.

The Godmodder is noogie-ified!

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>End thi-

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.

iammyselftheycontrolmereleasemefromthevoicesthatbe/theytakeoverheartsoulandmind/icantdietheywontletmedieiamahusk/hetookmyveryessensexiwillnotforgive/iamthesl-

The Godmodder is splinter-ified!

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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.

The Godmodder is again-ified!

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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.

The Godmodder is knocked all around by your yo-yo and other alchemies, but his godarm remains on his body!

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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.

The Godmodder stops and thinks about what you say for a long time. Yet, he does not surrender. He remains convinced that he can prove himself to be stronger in other ways, not by surrendering... But he does not tell you through what ways. All he has is a sickening grin that stretches across the corners of his face.

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> FINALE ALL-IN: EXECUTE!!!

The Godmodder takes the brunt of the entire attack and flies so high in the sky that none of you can see him! When he comes down, he slams down onto the bedrock, chips and pieces of it scattering everywhere!

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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?"

The Godmodder wrenches his way out of you and flops onto the ground uselessly, heaving and sputtering! He has taken heavy damage from everything thrown at him so far...

Quote from pionoplayer»

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.

The Godmodder absorbs the brunt of the attack with his armor, but he is squashed into the ground!

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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.

The Godmodder has fun at the dinner too, since he obviously survived since you said there was chicken for everyone!

Quote from ProofofconcepTnext 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."

The Godmodder flies up in the air and now has a permanent Bad Smell debuff that will last until he dies!

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I want that Godarm. So bad.

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

Does nothing!

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>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.

The Godmodder is reduced to subatomic particles, but - somehow - is able to re-establish universal order by directly interfering with the Source Code of Reality, glitchlity, glita0$)&!?/gli ching himself back out of the shell of bedrock, intact!

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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.

The Godmodder's armor protects him, but he is knocked back slightly!

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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

Health and kritz buffs won't matter at this point!

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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.

The Godmodder is electrocuted, but recovers!

Quote from Fseftr»

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."

You poke the Godmodder, but he doesn't fall through a hole and lands on solid ground!

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Post I

[S]NinjaV2403: Commit temporal shenanigans

I raise Rechronology, the staff crackling with temporal energy as I fire a large, non-euclidean quartz sphere straight towards Rick's chest. The sphere travels towards the Godmodder, shrinking before eventually dissapearing entirely. Rick looks confusedly at the space formerly occupied by the sphere, which has not left the timeline entirely, merely having warped into the past. The sphete is currently floating through space, gravitating dust and small asteroids towards it.

The meteor hits the Godmodder, a small shard of crystalline quartz embedding itself into his heart. Embedding this shard of quartz, brought here by a glitch in time and one man's wish, into the heart of Godmodder Prime would probably cause too much temporal shenanigans, and cause imaginary numbers of doomed timelines to sprout out of unnecessary places, so I choose another thing taken here by the same duo of things. The Godmodder from the original thread.

In the present, the godmodder is suddenly chained in mid-air by the non-euclidean bronze torus on the top of Rechronology, as time stops as a scratched record. I ascend in front of him, my inert bronze staff having grown a spearhead of temporal quartz matching that in Rick's heart. The small crystal shard has remained there, unnoticed, unremoved. Now, it's time to change that. A light blue Time symbol appears in front of the Godmodder's heart as I drive the inert staff into it. The quartz spearhead touches the quartz inside the godmodder's heart, reuniting and releasing a huge amount of temporal energy. The energy surges through the Godmodder, trying to remove him from existance from the inside, and filling him with temporal quartz crystals.