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The Planet Express Crew stares up at the Artemissile.

Bender: "Well we're-"

Amy: "Can it Bender!"

Fry: "So big so big so bi-"

Leela: "Pull yourself together Fry! Now, let's figure out how to deal with this situation. Professor, is the Planet Express Ship in good condition?"

Farnsworth: "Old Bessie's ready as ever! But we will require a special attack, and for some reason Silentread got rid of the rest of our antimatter missiles!"

Bender: "Hey I still have the time code. Maybe we could use that?"

Fry: "Hey doesn't create a hole to our universe if we use it too much?"

Farnsworth: "I never thought I'd say this, but you're a genius Fry! I could build a device that uses the time code to create a rift to our universe. I think there's some spare ships that could join us, but only for a little while before the rift closes due to The Interuniversal Rift-Energy Handwave Principle! But who would coordinate those ships?"

Leela: "Well we could use Hermes again... Farnsworth, could you build the rift device, bring Hermes here, and reattach him to the ship's computer?"

Farnsworth: "Of course I can do it! I'm the Professor! But someone needs to transplant Hermes into a head jar..."

Zoidberg: "Need a claw? Why not Zoidberg?"

Leela: "Okay team, let's get to work?"

[INSERT TEAMWORK STUFF HERE AT A LATER DATE]

Fry: "So is Hermes plugged in?"

Hermes: "Yep."

Bender: "Alright let's go kick some robot shiny metal ass!"

Will edit later.

My last post is now void. Congrats, less headaches for you! I wrote it before you made the Itinerary.

I hop on a spaceship designed by my friend Ross8815, as he is quite the enthusiast on the stuff, but send it out to battle and instead go for a substantial and mobile fighter vessel with wing-mounted guns and an underbelly heavy cannon, complete with a small cargo hold for storing bounty and is quite evasive due to its smaller size, but I should work on fuel efficiency. His ships are too large and bulky!

This craft of choice will be my weapon in this war. I dub my ship the "Umbra", keeping with my shadow-y theme.

What's left of the Shadows after all of this world-changing stuff we've had trouble coping with has poured a good amount of its budget into this. Let's hope this is the last chapter.

I was about to binge watch episodes of The Simpsons. You'll regret shutting off the world!

The Codecharter dives around and fires a blast of random Unicode characters into the Propaguns, countering their powers with pure malformed UTF-8 that assails the Propaguns in an explosion of characters, sending an expanding sphere of Unicode out, intangible to anything except the Propaguns. I pull out the Unicoders and input one command.

TRIGRAM FOR FIRE; OLD ITALIC LETTER THE; APL FUNCTIONAL SYMBOL I-BEAM

A tresvigintillion, maybe even a quattorvigintillion - it's hard to even judge orders of magnitude at this scale - beams of light begins to slowly extend out of the glyphs. The beams accelerate in their speed of extension, forming a slowly closing sphere of light. The Propaguns are enveloped by the glowing light of Unicode. Suddenly, all the light disappears. A U+26AB MEDIUM BLACK CIRCLE, glowing in an inverted light, is where the exact intersection of every single one of the 31 tresvigintillion plus or minus a couple orders of magnitude beams of light was, looking much like a black hole hovering over the Propaguns.

Suddenly, one by one, each of the Unicode characters are sucked in, like the ending of Antichamber except on a much, much larger scale. The Propaguns are consumed by the growing circle as it becomes a U+25CF BLACK CIRCLE, then a U+2B24 BLACK LARGE CIRCLE. The black of the circle is replaced with a glowing cyan, a true cyan of a perfect CMYK color system, as the circle moves upwards, away from the Propaguns. The circle is now a super-dense circle, levitating in the air above the Propaguns, with a weight of at least a tresvigintillion Unicode characters.

Suddenly, beams of U+2607 LIGHTNING begin to shoot out from the underside of the round monstrosity of Unicode as it zaps the Propaguns with the power of a 31 tresvigintillion glyphs. With each shock, it moves upward by a meter or two. Suddenly, the sphere slams down into the Propaguns, crackling with Unicode-powered electricity. The Propaguns are crushed. A wave of incredibly tiny Unicode characters spills out of the sphere, not reaching any farther than 40 cm from the sphere before despawning, as the sphere begins to dissipate, its purpose fulfilled.

I grab the Unicoders and ready for another attack.

I arrive, and start construction on the TT SUPER SHIP!

Stats:

3 attack

2 HP

1 Defense

I also give it the FLAME CANNON special attack!

I assume this is how we're supposed to construct these...

=TURN ONE=

=ACTION=

I've summoned a ship before! THEREFORE, GO FORTH, KESTREL!

...wait you died earlier.

Erm, GO TORUS! And using some extra power from that comb, we should be able to juice up some systems...

The Torus (Engi Type A)

HP: 2

ATK: 1 (or 0.5)

DEF: 3 (or 3.5)

PASSIVE: Drone Clouds (Summons 20 Attack Drones and 10 Laser Drones every turn.)

SPECIAL: Hull Repair Drone Cloud (Heals like a ton, can be spread over 3 targets. 3 Charge.)

The Torus can't really attack much on it's own. But it has high defence to stall, so that every turn, it can summon plenty of attack drones! The Hull Repair Drone Cloud can provide passive support for others, too.

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I slip inside the Torus, and check the weapons systems. Inside are two CUSTOM-BUILT "Throne" class cannons, which fire high-speed, high-damage explosive shells that fragment inside the enemies's hull. There's also a super-insane shields system, far above the max shields of 4. The drone system appears to be overcharged with a drop of honey from the rave. There's also a simple Vulcan Laser but that's not special.

I step into the cockpit, and see...

An I-PAD like interface. With FTL installed on it. Upon booting up the game, I find that this version of FTL relates to the situation at hand; whatever I do in the game, the ship does! And the first thing the game throws at me is Seeker Group A! I charge up the Vulcan Laser, and after a few shots, lasers ripple through space, smashing seeker after seeker!

cc: Ugh, this ship won't do much until the drones appear.

cc: We can probably drop a FEW seekers, though.

And then I notice that there's a hacking system on-board. I fire a single hacking drone, which latches onto a seeker, and hopefully turns it to our side!

"Hello again, Binary Prime. Remember me, old friend? It sure is nice seeing you again after all these years. It's nice to know you're still around. But see, I'm going to have to kill you. Because here's the thing. First it was the Employer stealing my color. Then Project Binary with his energy gig, and Bill Cipher post deal. Three people taking my color from me is bad enough. But then YOU turn out to be colored orchid too! What sense does that make? You should be, like, a hex color made up of 1s and 0s. But no. And don't pretend that dark orchid is like, some primordial color of Conflict or something. We all know that I WAS THE ONE who BOTHERED to go look up that color on a hex color list. #9933cc is, in this game, my color. And if you think you're going to get away with stealing it, you've never been more wrong. Oh, and don't get me started on my TITLE. I AM THE SERPENT. Not you, not Project Binary, not ANYONE ELSE. It may just be a rather meaningless nickname, but it's a good one, and you come right in here and take it. Give me my name back."

I construct my ship, the Serpentine. Stats are 2 HP, 3 Attack, 1 Defense.

Special: Unagi Maximus (3 turn charge, summons an enormous sea serpent that does a strong AOE attack on Project Binary's turret, inflicting Poison [a DOT status] on all parts it damages, and doing 50% more damage to targets already poisoned.)

Passive: Deadly Toxins (Opponents damaged have a 35% chance to be poisoned.)

The Serpentine fires a large, toxic missle at the Left Beam.

Astria pulls up a Turret on the TARDIS. It shall be named the Troll Turret for no reason whatsoever. The Troll Turret fires an endless stream of delicious, delicious candy corn at the Left Beam.

Also, turrets on my ship have, hopefully, two modules, plus firing commands for the others but not access.

/justrealizednull

I fly towards the Godmodder soul and yell out "Your father must have made you go through a maze for breakfast!" I then open fire on a propagun.

((Let us all magically assume that the thing preventing the TARDIS from taking off was literally every character in fiction trying to kill each other after the showdown in the cockpit attracting the wrong attention, and Hank being forced to take care of it. And it wasn't small. "NUMBER NINE HUNDRED THOUSAND AND THIRTY-TWO? IS THERE A NUMBER NINE HUNDRED THOUSAND AND THIRTY-TWO FOR A BIZNASTY BEATDOWN? NO?... GOOD."))

Act 1!

I pull out the Moorblade 2.1. It's time to really use this.

THE MOORBLADE 2.1:

HP: 1

DEFENSE: 1

ATTACK: 4

Yep. Glass Cannon Build.

Passive: Dying of the Light: Tazz does not go gentle. The less HP this Ship has, the more damage it does.

Charged Attack: Master Orders. [||||]. The Ship itself isn't really capable of this, but Tazz is tapping into the inherent power he gave it in its assembly to call upon the power of Super Smash Bros. This randomly picks a random Super Smash Bros character to use in an attack, specifically their Final Smash-as well as Master Hand, who will utilize the power of Master Core for a devastating attack if he is selected. Due to how this attack operates, however, IF is the keyword. A roll will be made (by the GM) to determine which Smasher's powers are called upon by the time the attack fully charges, but prior to use, so I can actually understand what I'm about to do and target appropriately. The Smasher is chosen will determine the form of the attack. Which form the attack takes will disqualify that from the next two rolls-meaning that, by roll four, the first attack rolled is valid again, and by roll five, the second attack used is valid, and so on.

I turn to Godmodder Soul. Pitiful moron...I really don't like putting him down so hard mentally, but this is really the only way he'll learn, won't he? I take out the Inky Door and keep it open just a crack, collecting the ink that gushes out via a few pails ready to start really using the Moorblade at long last. You may, for your convenience, imagine me doing appropriate Large Ham gestures with any text that's italicized, bolded, allcaps, or underlined.

"Of course, of course, of course...Godmodder, you never surrender. Of course. Of course, you're too thickheaded to admit defeat, too dumb. Stupid beyond belief. It's amazing how you can Godmod anything at all with a brain full of rocks like yours. I shouldn't have wasted so much energy on that finisher. It's supposed to look flashy and intimidating while dealing damage but nothing else, what I did, that was overblown, far too much pomp for you. Let's face facts...Let's start with some facts, actually. The beginning. You came onto a server, looking for a bit of rage-quitting to satisfy your ego, and then suddenly you take damage like you're fighting another godmodder, huh, big deal, your terrors can take care of it...Except they didn't, and when you actually started doing business you still couldn't stop them, and they brutalized you until you decided that you had enough, you fleed to your in-server house, they chased you all the way there, tore through the defenses like paper, and killed you with little pomp and circumstance overall. Naturally, your first reaction was disbelief, then hate, then revenge, because you never lost once, the supposedly infallible thing you were. You created a server, to serve two purposes, to trap everyone on it and make infinite rage generation, and more importantly, to serve as a trap for those who wronged you and all who put them under their banner, so you could forever humiliate and torture us. Except, nope. Obviously you completely screwed that up AGAIN. Atrocity, you call! Except, not really. GenericCraft? Boring old server with a lot of people on it, nothing too special. So naturally, you put GodCraft on a SPECIFIC world, the world you knew of as the world of Psi and the world of legends, the ORIGINAL Minecraft, to TRULY make a point to your former buddy Notch, and put everyone who ever played Minecraft there, so everyone knew you were special, riiiiiiiiiiight?"

I pause. Yeesh. I sound like a schoolyard bully. Ugh. But this seems to be the only way to stop him.

"Except, nope. You were, at best, an annoyance. Beyond activating the Operation, you never truly drove this war beyond starting it, and no matter how much you think you're the reason everyone's fighting...Reasons change. Act 1, your followers had bigger plans than you, you were just doing your own thing, and of course any fight against you was a fight against your followers as well. So, really we were fighting your followers, not you. Act 2, the Invasion, we fought the Invasion, and by proxy the Employer, not you. Early act 3, after your wave of mechs tried to make people bother noticing that big waste of space, it was fighting mostly a mix of random independents, Piono, and the Arrival. Later, concretely fighting Piono, and then concretely fighting the Arrival, who included Project Binary here. Not you. Act 4! You tried to make us pay attention with some more dangerous mechs and an overblown reference to MSPA. Not too relevant in our joint opinion. Then, we fought the Vord, which was Piono again. Then, We fought Psi-Scratch, lackey to the Employer. Then, your tower, another attempt to regain control, but that was really the Mimes, wasn't it? And of course, we also quickly proved that we could tear down your twisted acts within minutes of seeing them. Even then, your ultimate defense was the Bleak, wasn't it? Those Mimes all but said they were merely acting to bring about their result, with you as little more than a coincidental, reliable lynchpin that could be expected to act in such a manner...Just like the Invasion was, but we fought the Invasion and the Employer when that came about, so we fought the Mimes then. Not you. And then, you broke loose the Red Dragon, and he gave you your precious little present, didn't he? But of course, then we fought the Red Dragon and his precious little present. Not you. You were a coincidental pilot, and let's face facts, even when the Few came into the picture, it's doubtful we ever stopped fighting the Red Dragon by the pitiful proxy he made of you. And then that was sealed in Limbo, and you were promptly spat upon by the whole Legion, including of course the one who you had to supposedly kill to get your status as the strongest Godmodder alive, and then you were basically attacked by everyone as celebration for all the fighting being over, and you were slain, merely as custom and the last wrap-up of a dumb war that dragged on forever, and let us be clear that was primarily because of fifteen time-controlling thugs, who were not even minor players in this war, and Piono, who you could have legitimately murdered the instant he started being upstart like he was. Noticing a pattern here? For the most part, WE WERE NOT FIGHTING BECAUSE OF YOU."

"And let's not kid ourselves. You lost, thrice now. Your loss against the Scribe and his cohorts, your loss against the Anti-Godmodders of GenericCraft, and of course, your newest loss, to us. That's a Horrible track record! Still in denial? Hey, what about this, what does this implicate?" I say, pointing at the still-blood soaked Infinity Blade. "Or maybe this will do it better?" I say, pointing at the Godarm. "Hey, doesn't this Spoil of War, one of your strongest weapons and most iconic pieces of sweet gear, implicate that I dove the Infinity Blade straight through your skull and right between your legs to rightfully claim it as a Spoil? I'd say that's pretty concrete, mate! What do you say, Godarm?"-I take the Godarm and manipulate the fingers into making it 'talk' while I sprout an Irish accent for my impromptu ventriloquism-"'Oh, Mr. Tazz, I say that be pretty concrete as well, totally irrefutable! The Godmodder died like the complete failure he usually is-and I should know, I was his left arm! I see no scientific fact to the contrary as well, so it must be completely true!'" I stop doing that.

"So, as I have just proven...You really aren't all that important, in the grandest scheme of things. Stronger, more cunning, more relentless and just straight-up better individuals or groups-like HEY, these guys! (I gesture to the Binaries)Kept cropping up and catching our attention. Or not even that. Sometimes they weren't nearly as strong, or as smart, or as driven. But they still showed up, and they kept one-upping you at every turn, simply because they were more important, more deserving of the title of being the 'god of everything,' unlike a certain moron you know as yourself. And you never even tried to kill them, did you-either they were tangentially allied with you or you basically never tried to stop them when they weren't and left most of the fighting to us. You can't claim superiority over things you haven't even bothered with. Like these guys (Another gesture to the Binaries). It amazes me to no end how you think that, no less in the game themed all about YOU, the TRUE final bosses are these guys (a third gesture to the Binaries)."

I pause as I get information on U2 through the Magic English Eye.

"You're like Austria-Hungary. You know, that rather insignificant country? No offense to whoever lived there, but were they really that important in the grand scheme of things except as an excuse for the two biggest wars of your world? They get into a conflict with their neighbor, and their bigger allies and enemies step in as a result of supporting them, and thus began the first World War, and that itself sowed the seeds for the second. You're buddying up to ol' Germany here for support. Except, you didn't screw with some other minor country, you decided to peeve off the French and the British directly, and you paid the price. Granted, comparing you to Austria-Hungary is an insult to Austria-Hungary. You aren't nearly as smart as they were, you didn't have nearly the reason to go to war, you didn't even have victory as an option, your most recent choice of ally is one of dubious trust at best, and you didn't nearly have enough competence to last anywhere near as long. They were a successful country. You were, and still are, a moron of the highest caliber, dumber even than an artificial intelligence carefully designed by the most intelligent scientists of your world to be the dumbest moron in existence. They thought they succeeded, then YOU came along to prove everyone wrong! 'Newsflash, Aperture Science bankrupted: Artificial Stupidity Project fails to be the dumbest moron ever!' HAHAH!"

"You, you, you are seemingly INCAPABLE of getting so much as one-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! JUST! ONE!!! Just, ONE victory over us. You keep the lead for SOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG, and yet, you almost NEVER WIN! Natural response, get others to help you! PG Descendants? didn't work forever and they turned on you eventually. Invasion? They were more pawning YOU than the other way around. Psi and his Artifacts? Naturally Scratch swooped in...Say, wasn't that on the Employer's orders as well? Hrm, interesting. The Mimes? Pretty sure that was a tangential allegiance at best, and they certainly didn't last very long. Red Dragon? Sealed away AGAIN! Point is, you never get reliable help!...Or maybe it's because YOU aren't reliable help to THEM, EH? Or, third idea! Maybe they're deliberately setting you up to fail! Seems reasonable, these three don't look like the type to share glory with anyone, no matter how hard-deserved. You're just a puppet to these guys. A pathetic, easily-controlled puppet with no spine, no meaning. If you're gonna be the absolute king of everything, how are you gonna do it if you aren't clearly on the top of the heap, the one IN CHARGE? Hrmmmmmm?"

"Come to think of it...Really, looking back, you could blame these guys for every single time you ever got upstaged and shoved out of the spotlight! EVERY! SINGLE! TIME! The fight against Binary Prime was because of the Employer shorting out the Update Terminal, taking focus off of you and onto the Terminal and Binary Prime! The Homestuck Invasion, orchestrated by the Employer, partnering with you to make it SEEM like you were buddies, but that took SO much focus off of you and onto the big bad behind it all, the Employer, right? And of course, these guys were responsible for the TIE-Hivemind and if you stretch it, the sheer apperance of Serpent, one of your most loyal allies, at all-so they were ALSO responsible for that. Then, the Arrival loomed over everything! Oh, wait, that was Project Binary's doing from nearly the word go, and of course they took the spotlight off of you as well! They even tried to kill you as well, forcing you to go in-league with your most hated enemies, if I recall! And then, just like it seemed it was going to REALLY be about you, just after Piono's second attempt to claim relevance from you...BAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! THE ONE AND ONLY DOCTOR SCRATCH, LOYAL MINION OF THE EMPLOYER, SWOOPING IN OUTTA NOWHERE TO STEAL THE PSI-ARTIFACTS RIGHT FROM YOU, THREATENING TO RELEASE HIS MASTER! WHAT A SHOCKER!!! And of course, it turns out that the Employer, Project Binary, and Binary Prime, are all related by some unfeasible means! You could even consider PIONO a Conflict-Loyal Independant from these three, and considering he was responsible for the Vord, Paradox Dimentio, the Massive Battle of Armies, and more...Really, that means the ENTIRE WAR, from the START, until MAYBE the FINISH, wasn't about fighting you at all! was about fighting THESE GUYS (a fourth gesture to the Binaries) and the freaking CONFLICT! And THAT is a sorry, sorry state for you, you constantly being upstaged behind your BACK by a force that, by nature, SHOULD be fully backing you, IN YOUR OWN GAME!!! You're the Omega Plus Godmodder, the supposed BEST, and yet, as of right now, you have done almost NOTHING to really make us pay attention to you! NOW, TELL ME, GODMODDER SOUL, IS THIS A GOOD SIGN THAT I AM SPEAKING TO THE ABSOLUTE, UNDISPUTED, NUMBER-ONE ETERNAL SUPEREME INFINITE HYPER-ULTRA-SUPER-MEGA-OVERLORD EMPEROR OF ALL EXISTENCE, BEFORE, NOW AND FOREVAH!?!?!? IS IT, GODMODDER SOUL?!!?!?!?!??!"

There is a sudden awful silence as I go quiet for a few seconds.

"I don't think so."

"Now excuse me, I have a relevant fight to take care of. Unless, of course, you have anything to say to these guys about who, EXACTLY, is in charge here."

I close the Inky Door and put it back in my inventory-I've collected nine large pails of ink at this point, just enough! I merrily load it into special 'ammo augmentation' things that came with the Crimson Minienders, the things that allow me to launch anything, eh? I pour two pails worth of ink into each and save the last pail of ink for some later endeavor, augmenting them with the power of the blackest Ink, and take aim at the swarm of ships in front of the Propaturrets, the Group D Seekers. I'll need to clear them out to get rid of the Propaturrets. I FINALLY get some use out of the Oblivion Majjyks inherent with half of my weapons and immediately start whirring up the Crimson Minienders, the lasers blurring to life, now a very dark red like this, blazing through the Seekers with the immense destructive potential of Oblivion Majjyks and the more subtle, but equally dangerous power of Ink, and what insanely powerful abomination that represents! Eventually the Crimson Minienders run out of ink, and I stop firing as per the rules of Creativity.

I use battle technique 'Word Play' on team E

I recklessly crash my ship into the enemies, as the flames launch bolts of energy all around me.

I use my dark arcane shield to target The Serpent

The binaries suddenly hear a cry.

UNITE SCYTHE!

Suddenly, a maroon scythe appears from the ghost ship. It is massive, at least 200 meters tall! Maniac throws the scythe, and it slices into one of the PROPAGUNS.

200 pirates died in the formation of the scythe... now they're back on the ship. Death is meaningless to them!

I take the time to summon one of my own ships. A freaking black supercar. Not just a regular supercar, though. This supercar has retractable wings for flight and-

oh screw this lets just call it CLYP Prototype 12.

CLYP Prototype 12

Health: 2

Attack: 2

Defense: 2

Passive:

Near-Perfect Aglity - attacks aimed at this ship will have a 73% chance to miss.

Special(s):

Supercharged Laser - Fires a supercharged version of the laser that armor-pierces entities. 2-turn Cooldown.

Freeze Bomb - Fires a Bomb that will freeze targets on hit for 3 turns. Can have up to 2 targets. 3-turn Cooldown.

Glitcher-upper - Increase any stat of my choice by 2, then severely glitch up to 3 entities, causing their attack's outcome to become completely unpredictable for 4 turns AND have a lower ATK power. 4-turn Cooldown.

I then drive the Ship of Flesh around and around and around the Propaguns while firing tons of lasers at them. I then yell to Godmodder Soul "The Binaries where responsible for the death of your mother! They cannot be trusted!"

I make a ship with 3 attack 0 defense and 3 hp(legit it is written nowhere that you can not have 0 in one stat)

Power: Berserk craziness: loose 3 hp per turn

Unholy aura: each time something happens to this ship it happens in the most horrible and dramatic way possible(like someone hit him it the blow explode it and the ashes are destroyed definitively and it existence itself stops)

Harmless: the attack stat is a total decoy it is not there.

cool-down: it have a clock triggering every kitten if it triggers something happens or does not happens or all the kitten disappear making all period of 45s stop existing(kitten=45s if you did not played guild wars 2)

Naval: it works in water only.

Name: it have a name and it appears where you say his name but only nulitor know its name

((at nimble: yes, eglar can be on board. In fact, he could easily get medical attention to and thus join the ship. at tazz: I love your idea, I think I'm going to go with that explanation.))

Eric levies the sword once more, and thrusts it into the air, runes once more spiraling outwards from him and creating a massive layer of light and power over everyone, driving home the power inherent in them.

He thrusts his sword downwards, and the light erupts in solar energy, with sunflares streaming up and outwards, blasting the seekers with the heat of the stars.

He swings the sword in a sweeping gesture, and the light creates massive gravitational fluxes, crushing the seekers under immense amounts of weight.

He brings it around in front of him and a massive blast of solar winds scream outwards from him, blasting the seekers and propelling them back into the very objects which they are guarding at high speeds.

And then Eric moves, jumping at proof, bringing the runic sword to his neck.

Leave her.

He repeats this on every other player that attempts to attack another player. The force of that sword right in your face is enough to stun anyone long enough to interrupt their attack. Even if it doesn't stop all the attacks, it will at the very least weaken them.

Hank looks at the golden cuestaff and sees it glowing.

Hm...

Haven't used this for a few hours...

Deimos is still enjoying having one of the more physics-violating guns in existence.

Move over Deimos, there's room for two.

Hank draws up the Emerald Nova and the two of them spray their wares out over the seekers, unleashing enormous amounts of damage, and by the power of the almighty souped-up TARDIS, inflicting Fear in the horde of seekers as well.

Act 2!

Sixth Degree Ubercharge: 3/9!

I pull out a Relish Nuke. Nothing like the classics. However, rather than firing it in its vanilla form, I retrieve the actual explody bits from within the nuke itself, yanking out all the tasty Relish, and then using them to augment the power of six rockets for a specific armament...No points for guessing which. In any case, once I am done with that, I quickly press the Orb of Condiments to the new six rockets, empowering the Relish within, and then load all six into the Oblivionator. I take aim at Seeker Group D, hoping to clear out more of them quickly, and fire the salvo.

The Relish-empowered Oblivionator Rockets sail through the space, nailing the Seekers head-on and blowing them up with the power of a quarter-gram of Nytroglycerin, concentrated Oblivion Majjyks, and the power of a mini-Relish Nuke each. A varying amount of seekers kick the bucket and fall to the ground immediately, either from being hit or the force of the explosion knocking them clean into a wall. And then, the Relish Nuke's relish turns into antimatter, and naturally explodes TWICE in a fiery blast of doom.

hateandloveinequalmeasurelifeanddeathinequalmeasurelightanddarkinequalmeasureoblivionandorigininequalmeasuretwosistersrivalsnotenemiesallinequalmeasurebutwhatandwhyandhow

I quickly fly down to Earth

I land on the Secret U.S Moonbase that may or may not exist and ask them to attach a tank turret to my spaceplane.

If they comply: I thank them and fly away.

If they don't comply: I completely massacre them, make a tank turret out of the scrap, and fly away.

Either way I return to the Moonbase and yell "It's time to shred some metal!" I then attack a propagun, tank turret and vulcan turrets firing like crazy.

The DUX

HP: 3

ATTACK: 1

DEFENSE: 2

Passive: The DUX gains 1 ATTACK for every ship named The DUX present on the battlefield, up to a limit of +3.

WIZARD SURPRISE: 0/3

The DUX fires off a surprising beam, dealing large amounts of damage to an entity that doesn't expect it. This attack becomes multiplicatively stronger for every entity named The DUX present on the battlefield, up to a limit of X3.

BONUS DUX: 0/4

The DUX clones itself. The power of the clones depends on how powerful the original The DUX was at the time of their creation.

(I wonder if anyone can see where I'm going with this...)

I take the helm on my craft and start the battle for the craft by setting anti lazer shield bots all across the battlefield built to intercept shots aimed at my craft.

I order the AI command post to do a assault programming, attack drones will assault the enemy ships, Shield and Decoy drones will however stay and protect the ship.

I casually pop onto the Moorblade due to an unprecedented lack of creativity, and man the Laser Nerfers, firing pure nerfing energies at the Propaguns in an attempt to lower their chance of confuse us. Screw Propaganda, We Have Logic! (And Nerfing)