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"...GET. OUT."

About a thousand million clones of Hakumen appear from nowhere, all controlled by me.

"I AM DEAD SERIOUS, GODMODDER. WE'VE ALREADY WON. WE WON, DAMMIT. WE BEAT THE INCARNATE AND THOUGHT IT WAS FINALLY OVER. WE BEAT THE COCKPIT AND THOUGHT IT WAS FINALLY OVER. WE BEAT YOU AND THOUGHT IT WAS FINALLY OVER. I DON'T CARE HOW MANY DIFFERENT MAGICAL POWERS YOU PULL OUT OF WHAT WORMHOLE UP YONDER ANAL CAVITY EXISTS, BUT I AM SO DONE WITH YOU, I AM SO DONE WITH THIS WAR, AND I JUST WANT YOU TO GO DIE ALREADY, AND NEVER COME BACK!"

Every single Hakumen clone simultaneously uses Time Killer on Godmodder Soul, destroying the time line between his current existence and the moment when his existence stops, the desired result being that he JUST DIES ALREADY!

=TURN CHAOS=

=ACTION=

WELP EVERYTHING IS GOING TO HELL AGAIN.

I scramble around, and panic. I then use CHAIRSTORM LVL 2 on Godmodder Soul, and ride the Chairnado. I then direct the tornado towards Godmodder Soul, catching him in it! I then unload round after round into his rather disturbing frame. I then yell something to Twin.

Now, before I start attacking, I just want to say...

WHOA WHAT THE HELL

While I was in a middle of a lore post :/

(No, seriously. It really caught me off-guard.)

I Guard Myself.

Quote from Anbang11»

Late??? Whatever.

Ctrl+Alt+Delete solves everything.

Edit: That means, I'm leaving from the GodCraft. Bye.

>My reaction when someone joins just a bit late and then leaves despite it being clear it's not over yet

@Modpack: That would be anticlimactic. It would also occur automatically as I'm betting at least one method in Minecraft calls for a HP integer to be operated upon. You know, like onHurt() or something. Disclaimer: I do not actually know the specific name of the relevant method off the top of my head.

A>Either way, I quickly extricate any units currently here, as well as SLOS-572b and all other stationary orbital gear.

A>Those of you who are affected can reclaim it at your convenience, but I think that it is best to keep ineffective materiel out of the way. Granted, should we for some reason need a killsat, I will deploy the requisite piece, but...This does not look good. At all.

*a moment of sudden calm strikes, and I calm down enough to realize...*

"You know, I never did really resolve the zillydark 11 shenanigans...Probably a good time to unleash those."

A purple-and-gray candy skull motif materializes about my avatar, punctuated by whirling shards of broken records, in addition to the hard-light shielding, the storm of suited ammo, elemental pearls, Chaos Pearls, High Energy Pellets, Spiral Suckers, Solar Streetsweeper bolts, orbiting colored Miniature Suns, Pure Liquid Sorrow Tears, and the Alpha-class armor suit I just deployed.

I need to dig up the specs on that.

And the Beta-class ship.

I prepare for the worst, activate all the shields I can throw up, turn evasive maneuvers all the way up, and prepare to GTGO (get the gorilla out) of there, with or without anyone who hitches a ride.

Act 1

Check, huh. Well, I guess Mate will be coming soon.

Either way, empty night.
First, I immediately climb into my Full Thaumic Launcher and set it to a good hover. I don't want to fall into the Void, after all, and this thing offers some good insulation against damage. Of course, I waste no time using the fighter's offensive capabilities as well. A casting of Sagitta Magica Convergentia Lucis, 1001 arrows of light in total merged into one massive attack, strikes Godmodder Soul head-on with a huge bolt of pure power. Next, I empower a fused Holy-magic spell, quickly improvising a simultaneous casting of Holy from Final Fantasy, Judgement from Epic Battle Fantasy, and Holy Smite from D&D. Judgement and Holy Smite merge into a massive holy beam that smites Godmodder Soul from above, while Holy manifests itself as a set of white spheres that appears around Godmodder Soul and strikes him as well.

Post 1
(BROWN)You are serious right now, Godmodder? You know what, I don't care, names inspire a better sense for this speech. Richard. You...
More capsule toys preventing death, eh? You obviously failed. You are one being, a coder wanting to extend the gods. We have defeated you 2 times already. Head the advice given to you by those you gained power from. How do you know you will respawn? You really want to risk the gift of life for this? This... this false sense of power? You manipulate and destroy a world created by those with more experience. More skill. Destruction is easy, not creation. Those beating you have even convinced you not to go on, to become a creator, to help the world expand and grow. But, you have not accepted any speeches. I doubt you will accept this minuscule one in comparison, so I settle this with an attack. I execute Skyscraper on the Godmodder Soul. Better find his weakness. And, if this somehow changes the Godmodder's mind, I shall not execute this attack.(END BROWN)

ACT ?

...I treat the Godarm as a specific form of hammerspace, and thus as such a way to quickly switch between all of my Arm-Replacement Alchemie/gear/whatever for any future reference, as well as some other stuff.

Build. Split. You know exactly what to do, I think.

Now excuse me. That last one...It took a lot out of me.

> Tazz: Go unconscious from severe attack strain.

I go-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

...

> Golden Freddy: Become Player Character.

Oh, if you must. You are now...GOLDEN FREDDY. You are equipped with all F-grade Exoskeleton parts (for the record, F is the best grade, not the worst), an XXL-Large Pizza Box Shield, Cranky's Blessing, and the Hydra...Item. You have an unequipped EVOKER, an assortment of XL and XXL-size Pizzas and Sodas, and various COPY POWERS of Tazz's Battle Techniques and Combat Operandi, allowing him to use them under the same circumstances that Tazz would have to, in case that is relevant. You doubt it will be, however.

> Golden Freddy: Leave TARDIS, Wake Tazz.

You SOUND like your kitted for basically anything, but you're really not. You've been out of it a while, unlike Tazz. There's only one thing you can legitimately try right now. You are in no real condition to fight Godmodder Soul. You don't have any CAKES either, so there is exactly ONE thing you can do that guarantees he can wake up, or your quarters back.

"WATER PONY."

...Nope. He's completely KO'd. You're getting your quarters back. Nothing can wake him like calling him a Water Pony. Considering his quickly-increasing array of powers and the fact he just basically blew the Godmodder up, this means something significant. Then again, that attack was massive. You think that he was really risking it.

> Golden Freddy: Attempt to Drag Tazz to TARDIS.

Quite frankly, there's no way you're dealing with the unbelievable abomination that is Godmodder Soul. You grab Tazz by the waist with one hand, the one that isn't glued to the Hydra Item, and give a few choice words to Split and Build. "YOU TWO. END THIS."

You then attempt to drag Tazz's unconscious rear end to the TARDIS. If you are successful, then once inside, you very sternly announce to everyone within that, no, it's not over yet. Otherwise, you try your best to guard your, err, partner. You don't really consider him a real 'friend,' but really he's in dire need.

Because I am damn well remembering to use this thing once in the game, I, or rather Zand, activates the Nether Spire, the Spoil's Noetheric power reacting with his to form a truly powerful effect, extending across half the Battlefield. Crimson lightning strikes the Godmodder Soul, over and over, then begins to strike everything else too, except instead of hurting us, it charges us with the fire of the Underworld.

"JUST. STAY. DEAD. {gorilla}HOLE."

As it turns out, I, or rather Amp, is still conscious, and is in fact piloting the HAC Tesseract, which snags the magically exhausted Zand with a link to his personal Transceiver.

"GET DOWN, STAY DOWN, AND DON'T COME BACK."

The words, massively amplified by the cruiser's external PA system, are loud enough to hear from another Face of the planet.

"DIE. DIE. DIE."

The vessel opens up, funneling every scrap of energy it can spare, from engines, defenses, active nuclear warheads, into the ends of its tentacle hardpoints, which move in lazy circles before the ship, weaving a pattern of impossible fire in the air, building a tiny speck of true, pure Ruin, the essence not of chaos, or corruption, or entropy, but of destruction, of death, of the rage that struck down a god.

When the weapon fires at last, it doesn't so much make a noise as subsume all sounds, filling everyone's heads with the low drone of electricity arcing a trillion times a second, doesn't so much glow as render light, momentarily, irrelevant, everything perceived with absolute, mind-searing clarity as the tiny speck of un-stuff, anti-light, raw, crushing fate leaps the few kilometers to the Soul and, for an instant, shatters the universe like a pane of glass struck by Lucifer's hammer, before putting it back together wrong, with glue seeping from the cracks.

"BY ARMOK AND KHORNE, YOU WILL END HERE."

KILLITKILLITKILLIT

WAIT

EXORCISEITEXORCISEITEXORCISEIT

WAIT

OHGODTHISISWHATBINARYISWAITINGFOR,CANTYOUSEETHEBLACK?

MOREPANICMOREPANICMOREPANIC

SHOOTITWITHALLTHEWEAPONSBEFOREBINARYCANGETITWAITISTHATWHATHEWANTS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----

A>ARE YOU QUITE READY TO ACTUALLY FIGHT?

"Let's destroy the Godmodder. Again."

I open fire with all my weapons, at once, while attempting to locate the Omega+ Armor in the Void. As I have a spaceship....

"Tazz! I hope you can use that Godarm effectively! Also, call up you-know-who if you can! See if you can get either her or the Legion back!"

"Who has that super medigun! Cobalt! Healing duty! Keep us alive! I don't want to find out what happens if this thing eats us!"

"Anyone with protective alchemies, get them running!"

"Generic I think! Can you try the PSC!"

"Eric! TARDIS! Get everyone who needs out, out!"

"Amp/Zand! I think you might want to pull out all the stops with the Anachron! Bar crashing it!"

"Erelye, can you figure out what the Nether this is actually doing, if you're here!"

"Lothyra! Work with Amp-Zand!"

"Talist, if you can pull something out of your hat again that would be VERY USEFUL!"

"Me! I don't know what to do right now! Except lure some gullible shmuck on and try a Head of Vecna!"

"Slingshot! Get moving! I don't really know what you do, but do it!"

"Ire! Defense! Chair forts!"

"Kayne! Do your job!"

"Serpent! You're Mind! See if you can find out just what is going on!"

"Build, Split, focus on staying alive! If you can get a hit in, do so! Otherwise, WATCH OUT FOR ORCHID! You have the most range of us all! Use it!"

"Crystal! As the other magus here, if no Erelye, what are we dealing with!"

"Engie! Can you even eat this monstrosity! If so do so!"

"Anyone I haven't said anything to! Kill it!"

"I don't know whether Spoils now or later! Probably later!"

"Hopefully HP will happen!"

Well then.

A soul....

We're dead.

I use the HHHH, but super charge it with the SOULS OF THE THINGS THE GODMODDER HAS KILLED, on the GM SOUL.

"Anachron is long gone, given its departure at speeds several dozen orders of magnitude in excess of C immediately after the Absolute Launch attack, and even were it still here, it serves a new master now. Aside from that, I feel it would be unfair to our new killsat friend to Alpha Strike it so soon after its temporary death."

/null

"Alright idiots stay calm. This is just Neverdead:Richard Edition, now with Dry Bones capability. Who even thought detachable limbs were a good idea? Also Net what the [PROFANITY] is a PSC. Ugh. Okay, Cobalt, Tazz, and Kayne get on healing duty, start with overheals. Everyone else either put up shields or try overhealing, and prepare to win at the price of oblivion. Lothyra. Kiss Crusher or something, see if you can revive him. Nobody bother attacking, not that it ever works first turn. Whip out your scouters and scrying devices, 'cause we're gauging power levels."

I casually turn to the Godmodder. "Ugh. Those who cheat death... Disappear!! Nah but seriously? Eh. Not too interested. Sorry. I mean I get where it's been going. Everywhere we go, there are demands of SIGNIFICANCE placed upon us, whether by external or internal forces. And I get that we HAVE been complaining that you've been sidelined! But I don't think significance comes in this form. Maybe if you hijacked Binary and led Earth with an iron fist or something that might have led to you getting a bigger climax. This? ...How did your face get that happening to it anyways? I mean I'm not particularly complaining, just. A bit out of left field appearancewise. Anyways, feels a bit... misguided? To try and claw your way out of the hole right now. Might just be me, I don't know." Wow I think I'm abysmal at staying on track. Whee.

Staring at Richard, I reply to Generic, "I can already tell you, Generic, that the power level he is at is not able to be contained in human form...that's what the disfigurations are. Richard has paid a horrendous price. I'm not even sure he realizes it, but this power will corrode his mind until he becomes a mindless killing machine. It's already started to do so."

I take out a large number of weapons.

"Get your overpowered weapons here, everyone! It comes from the A.I. so if you can think of it, you can have it!"

Alright, Generic and Net. Healing it is.

I grab ALL THE MEDIGUNS BECAUSE WHY NOT -- that includes Red Oktoberfest, Cerberus, the White Glove, the Black Hand, the Author's Artifact and Seventh Sin -- and heal as many AG players as possible with them.

You should leave some for other people...that is, if I didn't have an infinite variety of healing weapons.

/null

After everything i have done last time, i take Godmodder Soul, tuck him into bed, and tell him a bedtime story.

"Once upon a time........ POOTIS! The End!"

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

Hey, I'm given a special name color. Cool. But do I get recognized for anything? If you were to recognize me for one thing, tell me (unless it's Daggergate, I try to forget that every single day, believe me)

I quell the Soul's rage with some calming words.

By the way, The Serpent, good job. Who would have known that the thing my entity gifted to you as a Spoil of War would turn out to kill the Godmodder... well, that's what it does... kills gods... I guess this was to be expected...?

It's finally over.

I need to get to making some art anyone know of any art websites online that are a lot like MS Paint? (Yes, I use MS Paint, it's easy to use and user friendly) What I'd really need is a malleable canvas size.

=TURN ANARCHY=

=ACTION=

I pull out the ARMISTYX in INFLUX WEAVER SCYTHE MODE and begin swinging it towards Godmodder Soul, launching giants energy swords towards him! Then, I decide that more Terraria references are needed, and then pull out a random old man out from hammerspace, thus summoning SKELETRON.

Skeletron flips out and begins the closest thing to him; Godmodder Soul. As he does battle with Skeletron, I set up a small banner made of cloth, a Martian probe and a treasure map, which summons a horde of goblins, Martians and pirates upon the Soul! Then, to top it off, I then load up a CANDY CORN RIFLE and fire it's contents towards Godmodder Soul!

I grab a very long stick. Thirty yards long, to be precise. And it's so thick it's almost a pole. I then poke the godmodder with it.

(Clearly, this is a cutscene. ...Right?)