@Piono: I have literally no reason to go to the IUPC planet anyway, considering there's probably a bunch of oversensitive airport security guards there.
So everyone stays in this twisted and wound thing risking to be annihilated by its dissipation(except for the people using a keyboard and behind his computer playing minecraft and who can just stand up from their chair and go outside of their house and do other things like reading a book and such while their minecraft avatar is just going to die)
While I was wandering the Godmodder's mind, I see a mysterious altar. I insert the mysterious object into the altar, and then... well, something happens, and it involves me getting deaded.
"so... it's over. i... i sort of expected something more dr/\m/\tic. eh, wh/\tever. i know this is prob/\bly going to sound stupid... I'm not re/\lly used to this or /\nything. trolls /\ren't re/\lly good /\t these kind of inter/\ctions. but, eric... th/\nks for everything. you pretty much brought me out of /\ depression, now th/\t i think /\bout it. /\nd now i h/\ve /\ second ch/\nce in life, something i prob/\bly don't deserve. so... th/\nk you.
i think i'll try building something for once. for the first time since sgrub, /\nd since my hive w/\s built. i'll get /\ few drones to help me in the project, of course. i c/\n /\lw/\ys build more of those guys. but just im/\gine it. /\n entire pl/\net, empty, for us to use... unlimited cre/\tive potential... "
Astria grabs a sheet of paper and a pen, and immediately begins sketching out her plans. She's clearly very interested in architecture, but she hasn't had an opportunity before. She now unleashes all of her pent-up creativity in one wild blueprint thing. The plan details a massive floating complex made of a damage-resistant glass, held up by giant magnetic field machines. Clearly, being stuck in a doomed timeline for a year can give you time to think.
"oh, before i forget. i... i'm going to need something from you, eric. sorry to /\sk this of you, you've prob/\bly got enough on your pl/\te. but i need to get /\hold of /\n /\lchemiter, cruxtruder, totem l/\the, /\nd punch thing. jegus, wh/\t is th/\t thing's n/\me. wh/\tever. do you h/\ve /\ moment to jump to my session in the t/\rdis?
on /\n unrel/\ted note, we should prob/\bly n/\me this pl/\net something. "iupc pl/\net" isn't th/\t c/\tchy."
I duplicate all my alchemies with the Upgraded Pocket Alchemiter and wave the duplicated Unicoders around. A digit zero appears in the ground and I toss all the duplicate alchemies (plus the Giant Gear) into the zero, which is also a portal. They land somewhere separate from all of space and time, where they will be kept throughout all of existence.
I pull out the original Unicoders, my first alchemy, and input one final character.
"Since no one else wants to pile on, I guess I shall continue.
BINARIES! You want to break away from your role as the concept of Conflicts to Further the Plot and take the role of Conflicts to Hold Up the Plot? Besides the fact that you are doing this in an extremely poor manner, that's not exactly a promotion. Helaniar did not ask for her job, but did it anyways. No question asked.
Let me explain: People don't enjoy when, in Movies, Books, TV Shows, and Games, there are conflicts that do not help the story along. The Prequel Trilogy. Twilight. My Little Pony, before the newest generation. These are infamous for how bad they are, and conflicts such as the one you are trying to create are part of why they are so terrible.
Conflicts must have good reason to start, advance the plot, and have weight behind them in the form of consequences. Stories such as Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Metal Gear Solid 4 are known as amazing, because they follow this format.
Heck, this forum is an example in itself. No one liked the addition of you guys at the end because we were already done. Yet, this forum has lasted for almost 27000 posts, and is probably the longest story ever told, because of a single, overarching conflict: Destroying the Godmodder.
SERIOUSLY, IF YOU WANTED TO TRADE WITH HELANIAR, YOU ONLY NEEDED TO ASK! SHE WOULD TRADE PLACES IN A HEARTBEAT BECAUSE SHE ACTUALLY NEEDS TO WORK TO OBTAIN TRIBUTE.
YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORK, BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE STORY OF ANY NOTE HAS AT LEAST ONE CONFLICT THAT FURTHERS THE PLOT, CASTOR, PLANITOR, AND FURTHOR.
THIS IS WHY I HAVE TAKEN IT UPON MYSELF TO PUT YOU BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM, BEFORE THE ENTIRE SERVER COMES AND TAKES YOU DOWN. GODS HAVE DIED BEFORE. CONCEPTS HAVE DIED BEFORE. VOLUNTEERS FOR BOTH ARE MANY. WHICH IS WHY I NEED TO GET THIS THROUGH YOUR SKULLS:
STOP THIS MADNESS!"
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No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
And, I deem my above comment good enough. Despite having to retype the entire thing. When will I remember to copy before submitting comments larger than one comment box?
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Almost all versions of 5l1n65h07's avatars are transported to the central core chamber in [REDACTED], Universe I.
Trowa2008: What the hell is going on?
The original Controller of the account 5l1n65h07 is dead. We are currently searching for another candidate.
PARANOiA: Finally! I had enough of that little-
Augmentor-5L1: This is bad news. If it doesn't find another candidate to take 5l1n65h07's place, then we all die. Central Core, perform a search for possible candidates.
Understood.
Searching for possible candidates...
None found. Searching Further...
None found. Searching via All Universes...
1 Candidate found.
Grabbing Candidate datafile...
PARANOiA: Whats taking it soo long?
Augmentor-5L1: Usually, a datafile takes a few minutes, due to the sheer size of the archives.
Trowa2008: While we're waiting, what do you suppose RaginForeva is up to?
Redstone Block: Hes probably in the recreation room. After all, doesn't he like playing games?
Trowa2008: Redstone Block, How did you know that he likes playing games? Are you a psychic?
Redstone Block: Uhh... Well... you see... um...
Augmentor-5L1: Let me guess, you got into our archives again?
Redstone Block freezes for a moment as everyone glares at him. He then sighs regretfully.
Redstone Block: Yes, I did. I'm sorry. I was only looking for Briefcase's datafile, as I wanted to learn more about what other peers of the "Objects" species have in common with me.
Augmentor-5L1: Objects? You don't mean-
Trowa2008: GODDAMMIT 5L1N65H07 STOP TRYING TO MAKE YOUR SUCCESS OFF OF OTHER UNIVERSES AGAIN.
Augmentor-5L1: 5l1n65h07 is dead. He can't right now.
PARANOiA: Redstone Block, Exactly why would you look for someone without my knowledge?
Redstone Block: PARANOiA, look. He was the kid who saved me from sudden death. At least be THANKFUL.
PARANOiA: Well, that's good that he saved you and all, but why would you look for the person that saved your life just to-
Redstone Block holds up a datacube and activates it. The datacube then proceeded to cycle a set of binary codes in this order:
PARANOiA was about to take the datacube when everyone heard a loud buzzer.
Done.
Augmentor-5L1: This is it. Now lets see who his new successor is...
A gray datacube lowers from the ceiling of the central core chamber. The datacube projects a set of images before switching to the image of its datafile info. Redstone Block Gasps. Trowa2008 inspects the image.
Redstone Block: No! Not him!
Trowa2008: Nasod Dynamo, you might want to see this!
Nasod Dynamo walks in.
Nasod Dynamo: Yeah, what is it-
Nasod Dynamo paused when he saw the image. There, below the image, was its designation title that read:
Datafile #753193: Briefcase Von Schwartz.
Nasod Dynamo: A civilian!? That must be a mistake! Search again!
Searching again...
Same Results.
Nasod Dynamo: H-h-how?! Out of all of the people in this universe, why this guy? Why not Trowa2008?
This individual had passed the expectations of the minecraft forum game controller test. Trowa2008, on the other hand, did not. At least in one category he didn't pass.
Nasod Dynamo: Whatever. *sigh* Just him the invitation. At least he won't screw it up. Oh, and make sure to tell him Redstone Block is waiting for him.
Understood. sending now...
A beam of purple light emits from one of the satellite dishes not too far away from the Universe I HQ of the MAXSIDE Corporation. The beam of light reflects off of a space mirror before hitting the gateway wall to Universe O. It shatters, allowing the light to pass through. After the light passed through, the wall repairs itself.
Briefcase looks at the sky through a window. Its 4:13 PM and he is supposed to be done writing his fanfic, which has only 4 pages of text. He turns his TV on, only to see the following text appear on his screen:
Briefcase was puzzled. He already looked at his window, and he certainly didn't want to do it again. Believing it to be some kind of trick, Briefcase tried to switch channels, but it displayed to same message. He turns off the TV.
Briefcase: *sigh* Sometimes, People don't know how to trick you.
Briefcase was then blinded by a sheer purple light from his window.
Briefcase: What the...
Beyond his window, a Purple beam hits his front yard. The light dims as Briefcase regains sight. On his front yard was a little purple geometric four-legged wireframe bug that looked like it was from TRON. It holds a sign that reads:
Come down here please.
Briefcase comes down to the front yard to meet this mysterious entity.
Briefcase: You got some nerve to come here onto my front yard like that. What do you want?
???: I want to talk to you about something.
Briefcase: What is it?
???: You have been selected to take part in a fun forum game at the request of the MAXSIDE Corporation.
Briefcase: A forum game?
???: Yes. A forum game of fun and joy for the whole family!
Briefcase: Do I have to sign up or anything?
???: Nope! Just jump right in!
Briefcase: Yes, I would-
Briefcase became suspicious for a moment, then continued.
Briefcase: Wait a minute, you're one of those people who go to people houses and convince them to do some project, are you? Nice try, but I'll have to decli-
Briefcase turned around to leave, only to be blocked by the wireframe bug.
???: Screw it, lets just cut to the chase.
???: 5l1n56h07 is dead. We need another person to take his place, and you are the person we're looking for.
Briefcase: Really? I thought you guys were looking for, well... whoever the heck his Second-highest ranking employee is.
???: He served to be in charge of the company while 5l1n65h07 is gone, so we did a different approach and found you eligible for the poster for this forum game. Can you play minecraft?
Briefcase: Yes.
???: Good. We might need to travel back in time for this forum game...
"OHMYGOGWHATAREYOUWHATAMIWHATISLOVEBABYDON'THURTME." The Elsen stands there in catatonic shock for a few seconds, not having noticed you while talking to Deimos. After he regained his composure, he replies. "Oh, hehe, it's, it's okay really. I am just, uh, a little nervous. I, uh, my species is that way. A lifetime of s-supplied safety and you, er, kinda turn out that way. T-though the internet helped me relegate that a little. and, about Burnt, uh, yeah, i agree. Though considering you saw my Minecraft avatar as a Burnt and not me yet.... ah well, it is probably better that way. If i-i would turn Burnt personally, well, i guess you cannot unsee it."
@pionoplayer
"Y-yeah, that would be, kinda, neat so to speak. If it's not, you know, uh, too much. To ask. Maybe." But then a thought crosses his mind. "If i accompany you on your, uh, trips, well, i need the computer i had back in Zone 1. Can we, er, get that one first? All my important files. Game saves. S-study related things. If we can. Please."
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@engie: ((More like a bunch of jumpy, shell-shocked heroes from various universes. My goal is to have the IUPC play out like a chaotic good organization. Yes, that doesn't sound like it'll work, and yes, shenanigans will come of it.))
@k4yne:
Deimos shrugs.
We've only got a few passengers left to drop off, like this guy here, and you aren't the only person who wants to pick up things before we head off to whatever place Eric's taking us.
It shouldn't be a problem.
@serpent:
Eric nods, still helping to direct crate off-loading.
I'm glad I was able to help Astria.
He looks at the blueprint.
Um... wow. I don't think the drones we've got access to are going to be able to do that on their own. It'll take at least a little bit of magic starting from what we have now, but that shouldn't be a problem.
As for the alchemiter stuff, you'll have to wait for an hour or so while we finish unloading things, although I'd avoid getting too attached to it, you're not going to have a way to refuel your grist for a good long while until we can get inter-universal travel other than the TARDIS up and running.
...
Oh, this planet does have a name. It's called homeofthelost in Ancient. There's a few plates and pieces of old machinery still left by their old stronghold they once had here. It translates almost directly into Safe Haven, or Sanctuary.
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-- HOURS IN THE FUTURE - BUT NOT MANY. --
The Thaumic Beyond accelerates out of Minecraftia, the ship's internal dimensions already warping and expanding to accommodate more and more rooms. Soon, it is almost a magical parody of a TARDIS, the five Large Crystal Movers allowing space to warp in unprecedented ways though their own mastery of space. All it leaves behind is a newly generated Minecraft world, heavily modded and reserved for Crystal to both gather Minecraft-exclusive resources, magical and otherwise, and blow off some steam playing a game once in a while (or even both at the same time) and a beacon, floating in space, watching for the Godmodder’s inevitable return. He’s clearly a threat that will need dealing with, after all, and Crystal knows that, unless DTG3 never happens, he will return. In one form or another.
A construction goes up in one of those rooms, incorporating a recently duplicated Thaumonomitron, a Sight-Beyond, and a high-powered thaumic transmitter. Crystal does not want to be left out of even a single DTG game, they’re too interesting for that, and so this pylon is built. It exploits the metaphysical links between all DTG games, as well as certain other things such as flavor text, to ensure Crystal will be able to play a role in each. Of course, Crystal’s own status as a transcendent already allows that, this pylon merely guarantees it.
Another room contains a massive, yet contained, opening to the Void of Thaumcraft, also known as Nihil Parva. Overcharged and modified Vortex Attenuators hold open and contain a Planar Vortex, other apparatuses drawing vis out of the Void, coalescing some of it into Void Seeds, then Void Metal, and then dropping it back into the Void to be reborn as Void Putty. Massive tanks of Silverwood and Thaumium are taking shape around the periphery of the room, ready to hold the all-repairing material. It could well be very useful, after all... Other areas of the Thaumcraft room contain a Curative Vat, an Advanced Alchemical Furnace, and a connection to the Essentia Storage of the ship's AE System.
Meanwhile, a Well of Suffering exploits a Wisp Spawner and a set of Witch Spawners, pilfered from the generated world before leaving, to generate copious amounts of life essence. Fed into a Transcendent Blood Orb, it slowly fills a Soul Network with power. In a small chamber attached to the larger Blood Magic room, a set of magical sensors scans and rescans a set of Bound Armor, looking for possible refinements and having already found many... The drops from the mobs are whisked off to the ship-wide AE System. Nearby, a Ritual Diviner is stored in a chest along with a set of Ritual Stones and a Master Ritual Stone. An Alchemic Chemistry Set stands near the entrance.
In another room, a 'Cake Reactor', made possible by Aer-Imbued Fire and a large pool of water, feeds several Kekimuruses that in return fill a Spark-network of Mana Pools. Nearby is a Portal to Alfheim, a Terrestrial Agglomeration Plate, and an Altar of Gaia. Mana coruscates around the room, powering the Portal, a Botanical Brewery, and a Runic Altar. A Pure Daisy or four rounds out the flowery set.
In yet another room, the last, for now, of the Minecraft wing, an altar stands in the middle of a grove that would look more well-placed in a particularly dense forest. Yet, slowly, the eye begins to discern that this grove has the look of careful pruning and well-controlled growth about it, and may even see a set of mystical machines, a cauldron, a kettle, and a witch’s oven. Farms leap to the forefront of perception, holding magical plants. The Witchery room is deceptively simple, but the magic in it is no less potent for that.
Already several ways to merge the new magics have been deduced. For one, Void Putty seems to serve as a wonderful blending and binding agent as well as a repairer when mixed with the proper amount of Salis Mundus and infused with specific aspects, and this has enabled many new breakthroughs. An Angel Ring has been fused with a Flugel Tiara, creating an overcharged - and free - method of flight. Already plans are being made to enhance Bound Armor by fusing it with Guardmetal and Terrasteel, lining it with Impregnated Leather, as well as thinning and lightening it. Its ability to protect from the Void is a valuable asset, after all. A plan for a Flowmetal staff topped with a miniaturized Ea Mechanism is also slowly coming to fruition, as the Alchemiters are still sadly restricted by time, even if powered enough by magic to work outside of their native universe.
The Crystal Movers set into the ship fire in a carefully-programmed specific pattern, perfectly emulating Crystal's natural method of dimensional travel and phasing the ship out of existence, to reappear in a secluded spot in the Void.
If you are speaking of the minecraft world of the godmodder the gm said once that the godmodder stopped all mods to work except his own so it probably does not make sense to do that in his server.
Also he probably did not developed all those interaction patches for those mods.
"Anywho, it seems like certain people didn't hear me the first time, but I'd appreciate it if there's a trip in the itinerary to pick up some hardware I need if I am setting up on Haven/Sanctuary/What-Have-You. And/or me again. Multiple intersecting nonlinear timestreams are annoying."
"Also, Eric, did you say magic? I might have just the thing."
"By the way, S-blah wise, I still have some Gristwidgets, which I've basically jailbroken. I could probably rig up something to produce Grist, and I still have a server player, technically, so I suppose I could try and get a Cruxtruder somewhere if you don't mind risking meteors. Session is theoretically done with, but I don't know what'll happen. Or, failing that, I could try to magic it into existence or something. Origin Wands and all."
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Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
Net, you don't seem to be paying attention to the timeline of events here.
Just stay out of the other people's epilogues.
As for the first bit, yes, if the Argus drone is allowed into Sanctuary, Eric would allow a trip to pick up materials.
As for the second, that's just serpent's epilogue, stay out of it please. I know you could add to it, but if multiple people get involved in the same epilogue, they're all going to take too long.
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Time for slow pan through everyone's POV like they do in season finales of some shows. This is to branch into both TVT:DTG2 and DTG0. I have a lot of characters, but I feel like I need them so I can play different people in each game.
Hey, Eric, don't be depressing like that. Now isn't the time!
Seeing the approaching children, he turns around again and starts jumping through the grass again, although going purposefully quite high and covering short distances so that he'd be both visible and slow moving.
Want to try and tag me? Bet you can't!
Of course, he didn't get very far before getting caught, but that was the plan.
Haha! Okay, you got m- ow, hey, don't pull my tail like that! I happen to like it.
But of course, compared to being hit with incendiary bombs, getting crushed under falling buildings, and facing his fears and darkest memories incarnate, having his tail pulled a little was quite alright. Quite alright indeed... Especially for something so innocent.
What a long, strange trip it's been. It was wonderful, yet horrific. It was empowering and enlightening, yet paralyzing and sinister. There were times that made him feel more alive than he ever had before, and there were times where he felt dead in all but pulse; there were times that defined him, and then times that broke him. He remembered back to some of the earliest moments. There he was, weak, silent, and fleeing his own guilt. He thought back to one specific moment, when he was up on Split's empty castle, staring quietly into the night sky and imagining the countless worlds that seemed so distant. He never planned for any of this. But... one thing led to another, a couple of first guardians died, a few bombs dropped, he learned a few tricks, a potion hit him in the back of the head, some people in high places took pity on him, and now here he was, playing with kids on distant worlds. He didn't know how long he would stay here, or if he would even leave. But at least the journey was fun. Sorta. He definitely had grown far stronger than he could have dreamed of back then. What a long, strange trip it's been.
Willow was focusing. She was straining herself to learn how to manipulate the world around her. She wanted so desperately to learn this skill. Actually, it wasn't that she wanted to learn it. No, she had to learn it. She had to be as strong as possible. If she wasn't strong enough, she wouldn't last long enough on the battlefield to learn where Wilson ended up, and she simply had to meet him again, to warn and help him. But each day, that prospect seemed farther and farther away, but she would keep trying. So she beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Seems like I have to make them italic or they lose the color.
So... will you please grant these fa-vors?
What can you trade me?
You know I hafe nothing to offer in return. There's nothing I can do. But neither of those two fa- ... requests are that hard, right?
... Very well. I'll consider them at least.
Thank you...
Just before cutting off the communication,
Loussriuk, Inari.
Huh? Um... Loussriuk licr.
It was dark. Not like that was any surprise. It had been dark for years, what was the chance it would brighten now? She stayed in the darkness, waiting (playing the pronoun game! Best way to hide information for dramatic effect since always.). She could walk around a little, but there was nothing to explore. Unless you consider darkness something that you can put on a map. Occasionally something would pop up randomly, but even then it was too dark to see what she was doing. Smothered by the darkness and loneliness, she called out,
"Hulli? ... Mikoto? Ifs... Omiz... ehufu te?"
But, there was no reply. Mikoto must have been out doing something. She couldn't actually see Mikoto, but at least she could take solace in his words... and the promise he made to her oh so long ago.
"O-oh! Okay then. I guess i will, er follow you then. You can have the coordinates of Zone 1, Pentel. Here." * hands Deimos a piece of paper* "Everything should be on this note. Just tell me when we are there, and i, uh, try to be as quick as possible."
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U: Ok, so Alfa's free, and wıll presumbly soon predomınate, kıll Omega, end the Mark, destroy Bınary, Binary & The Employer, and then hopefully leave us alone
U: So, what do you want to do when all of thıs ıs over? Start a shulker kennel? Aımlessly travel between dımemnsıons? Rebuıld Godcraft ınto a planet-sized memorial of the second Godmoddıng war?
V: There are a bit too many "Presumably" and "Hopefully" here for my liking.
V: But the last one of your options sounds like something that I could see myself doing.
V: As does the second one.
V: For the first one, I'm not reallt sure if raising shulkers is really my thing. Yeah, shulkerlings are kind of adorable in their own weird uglycute way, but they also kind of cling to eveywhere. Such as your face. When you are meditating.
Biumbra ascends towards Bill Cipher, the shadow enderman covering his hand in indigo blue fire as he extends it towards the dream demon.
U2: The name"z Biumbra, and I prezume you"re zome kind of living Illuminati symbolica?? No. That would be ztupid. I know who you are, Bill Cipher, and I have zome queztion2 for you
U2: Do dream demons take apprentices? Do you need an apprentice??
@Piono: I have literally no reason to go to the IUPC planet anyway, considering there's probably a bunch of oversensitive airport security guards there.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
"Everyone's still in Godmodder Soul's mind."
So everyone stays in this twisted and wound thing risking to be annihilated by its dissipation(except for the people using a keyboard and behind his computer playing minecraft and who can just stand up from their chair and go outside of their house and do other things like reading a book and such while their minecraft avatar is just going to die)
While I was wandering the Godmodder's mind, I see a mysterious altar. I insert the mysterious object into the altar, and then... well, something happens, and it involves me getting deaded.
It's High Noon
"Hey, so I ate an Alpha Godmodder, so now I can get past the Curse of Anti-Entities."
"Yeah, no. Too late buddy, game's over."
"{EXPLETIVE} {EXPLETIVE} {EXPLETIVE}"
"so... it's over. i... i sort of expected something more dr/\m/\tic. eh, wh/\tever. i know this is prob/\bly going to sound stupid... I'm not re/\lly used to this or /\nything. trolls /\ren't re/\lly good /\t these kind of inter/\ctions. but, eric... th/\nks for everything. you pretty much brought me out of /\ depression, now th/\t i think /\bout it. /\nd now i h/\ve /\ second ch/\nce in life, something i prob/\bly don't deserve. so... th/\nk you.
i think i'll try building something for once. for the first time since sgrub, /\nd since my hive w/\s built. i'll get /\ few drones to help me in the project, of course. i c/\n /\lw/\ys build more of those guys. but just im/\gine it. /\n entire pl/\net, empty, for us to use... unlimited cre/\tive potential... "
Astria grabs a sheet of paper and a pen, and immediately begins sketching out her plans. She's clearly very interested in architecture, but she hasn't had an opportunity before. She now unleashes all of her pent-up creativity in one wild blueprint thing. The plan details a massive floating complex made of a damage-resistant glass, held up by giant magnetic field machines. Clearly, being stuck in a doomed timeline for a year can give you time to think.
"oh, before i forget. i... i'm going to need something from you, eric. sorry to /\sk this of you, you've prob/\bly got enough on your pl/\te. but i need to get /\hold of /\n /\lchemiter, cruxtruder, totem l/\the, /\nd punch thing. jegus, wh/\t is th/\t thing's n/\me. wh/\tever. do you h/\ve /\ moment to jump to my session in the t/\rdis?
on /\n unrel/\ted note, we should prob/\bly n/\me this pl/\net something. "iupc pl/\net" isn't th/\t c/\tchy."
Oh no
I pull out the original Unicoders, my first alchemy, and input one final character.
"Since no one else wants to pile on, I guess I shall continue.BINARIES! You want to break away from your role as the concept of Conflicts to Further the Plot and take the role of Conflicts to Hold Up the Plot? Besides the fact that you are doing this in an extremely poor manner, that's not exactly a promotion. Helaniar did not ask for her job, but did it anyways. No question asked.Let me explain: People don't enjoy when, in Movies, Books, TV Shows, and Games, there are conflicts that do not help the story along. The Prequel Trilogy. Twilight. My Little Pony, before the newest generation. These are infamous for how bad they are, and conflicts such as the one you are trying to create are part of why they are so terrible.Conflicts must have good reason to start, advance the plot, and have weight behind them in the form of consequences. Stories such as Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Metal Gear Solid 4 are known as amazing, because they follow this format.Heck, this forum is an example in itself. No one liked the addition of you guys at the end because we were already done. Yet, this forum has lasted for almost 27000 posts, and is probably the longest story ever told, because of a single, overarching conflict: Destroying the Godmodder.SERIOUSLY, IF YOU WANTED TO TRADE WITH HELANIAR, YOU ONLY NEEDED TO ASK! SHE WOULD TRADE PLACES IN A HEARTBEAT BECAUSE SHE ACTUALLY NEEDS TO WORK TO OBTAIN TRIBUTE.YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORK, BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE STORY OF ANY NOTE HAS AT LEAST ONE CONFLICT THAT FURTHERS THE PLOT, CASTOR, PLANITOR, AND FURTHOR.THIS IS WHY I HAVE TAKEN IT UPON MYSELF TO PUT YOU BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM, BEFORE THE ENTIRE SERVER COMES AND TAKES YOU DOWN. GODS HAVE DIED BEFORE. CONCEPTS HAVE DIED BEFORE. VOLUNTEERS FOR BOTH ARE MANY. WHICH IS WHY I NEED TO GET THIS THROUGH YOUR SKULLS:STOP THIS MADNESS!"No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
And, I deem my above comment good enough. Despite having to retype the entire thing. When will I remember to copy before submitting comments larger than one comment box?
/null
No matter who wins, this can't end well...people like you should be burning in...you know, that place.
As usual, the only way to end a war for good is to discover its beginning...and end that beginning.
So, Uzi. Sorry to let you know, but this is as far as you go.
"lol ur stooped im God."
"Actually, as the omnipotent creator of this universe, I think I fit the bill more than some bearded guy who can't escape from some rope."
I'm outta here!
5l1n65h07 prepares to leave on his CLYP Prototype 12, but he suddenly froze. He shows signs of glitching in the most unusual way possible.
What the? My internal hardware is running fine. How can I be glitching out severely now?
Thats when he realizes that he is disintegrating.
What the hell WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO M-
5l1n65h07 explodes in a shower of aggressive hexadecimal coding equivalent to that of a nuke. Except this time, The coding forms a string.
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5l1n65h07 was then nowhere to be found.
ERROR 413: Player Not Found. Cannot continue Narrating.
Temporary Fault. Do not attempt to adjust the DTG-Hold. regular services will return shortly. Try Jiggling The Power Core. Please Enjoy these Repeats:
- 1954 DTG Cup Finals
- DTGvnsmoke
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Almost all versions of 5l1n65h07's avatars are transported to the central core chamber in [REDACTED], Universe I.
Trowa2008: What the hell is going on?
The original Controller of the account 5l1n65h07 is dead. We are currently searching for another candidate.
PARANOiA: Finally! I had enough of that little-
Augmentor-5L1: This is bad news. If it doesn't find another candidate to take 5l1n65h07's place, then we all die. Central Core, perform a search for possible candidates.
Understood.
Searching for possible candidates...
None found. Searching Further...
None found. Searching via All Universes...
1 Candidate found.
Grabbing Candidate datafile...
PARANOiA: Whats taking it soo long?
Augmentor-5L1: Usually, a datafile takes a few minutes, due to the sheer size of the archives.
Trowa2008: While we're waiting, what do you suppose RaginForeva is up to?
Redstone Block: Hes probably in the recreation room. After all, doesn't he like playing games?
Trowa2008: Redstone Block, How did you know that he likes playing games? Are you a psychic?
Redstone Block: Uhh... Well... you see... um...
Augmentor-5L1: Let me guess, you got into our archives again?
Redstone Block freezes for a moment as everyone glares at him. He then sighs regretfully.
Redstone Block: Yes, I did. I'm sorry. I was only looking for Briefcase's datafile, as I wanted to learn more about what other peers of the "Objects" species have in common with me.
Augmentor-5L1: Objects? You don't mean-
Trowa2008: GODDAMMIT 5L1N65H07 STOP TRYING TO MAKE YOUR SUCCESS OFF OF OTHER UNIVERSES AGAIN.
Augmentor-5L1: 5l1n65h07 is dead. He can't right now.
PARANOiA: Redstone Block, Exactly why would you look for someone without my knowledge?
Redstone Block: PARANOiA, look. He was the kid who saved me from sudden death. At least be THANKFUL.
PARANOiA: Well, that's good that he saved you and all, but why would you look for the person that saved your life just to-
Redstone Block holds up a datacube and activates it. The datacube then proceeded to cycle a set of binary codes in this order:
01101000 01110100 01110100 01110000 00111010 00101111 00101111 01110011 01110100 01100001 00101110 01110011 01101000 00101111 00110000 01111000 00111000 01110011 01110010 01101110 01100101 01110101 01111000 01101101 01101000
Redstone Block: That's where I was asked.
PARANOiA was about to take the datacube when everyone heard a loud buzzer.
Done.
Augmentor-5L1: This is it. Now lets see who his new successor is...
A gray datacube lowers from the ceiling of the central core chamber. The datacube projects a set of images before switching to the image of its datafile info. Redstone Block Gasps. Trowa2008 inspects the image.
Redstone Block: No! Not him!
Trowa2008: Nasod Dynamo, you might want to see this!
Nasod Dynamo walks in.
Nasod Dynamo: Yeah, what is it-
Nasod Dynamo paused when he saw the image. There, below the image, was its designation title that read:
Datafile #753193: Briefcase Von Schwartz.
Nasod Dynamo: A civilian!? That must be a mistake! Search again!
Searching again...
Same Results.
Nasod Dynamo: H-h-how?! Out of all of the people in this universe, why this guy? Why not Trowa2008?
This individual had passed the expectations of the minecraft forum game controller test. Trowa2008, on the other hand, did not. At least in one category he didn't pass.
Nasod Dynamo: Whatever. *sigh* Just him the invitation. At least he won't screw it up. Oh, and make sure to tell him Redstone Block is waiting for him.
Understood. sending now...
A beam of purple light emits from one of the satellite dishes not too far away from the Universe I HQ of the MAXSIDE Corporation. The beam of light reflects off of a space mirror before hitting the gateway wall to Universe O. It shatters, allowing the light to pass through. After the light passed through, the wall repairs itself.
Briefcase looks at the sky through a window. Its 4:13 PM and he is supposed to be done writing his fanfic, which has only 4 pages of text. He turns his TV on, only to see the following text appear on his screen:
Briefcase was puzzled. He already looked at his window, and he certainly didn't want to do it again. Believing it to be some kind of trick, Briefcase tried to switch channels, but it displayed to same message. He turns off the TV.
Briefcase: *sigh* Sometimes, People don't know how to trick you.
Briefcase was then blinded by a sheer purple light from his window.
Briefcase: What the...
Beyond his window, a Purple beam hits his front yard. The light dims as Briefcase regains sight. On his front yard was a little purple geometric four-legged wireframe bug that looked like it was from TRON. It holds a sign that reads:
Come down here please.
Briefcase comes down to the front yard to meet this mysterious entity.
Briefcase: You got some nerve to come here onto my front yard like that. What do you want?
???: I want to talk to you about something.
Briefcase: What is it?
???: You have been selected to take part in a fun forum game at the request of the MAXSIDE Corporation.
Briefcase: A forum game?
???: Yes. A forum game of fun and joy for the whole family!
Briefcase: Do I have to sign up or anything?
???: Nope! Just jump right in!
Briefcase: Yes, I would-
Briefcase became suspicious for a moment, then continued.
Briefcase: Wait a minute, you're one of those people who go to people houses and convince them to do some project, are you? Nice try, but I'll have to decli-
Briefcase turned around to leave, only to be blocked by the wireframe bug.
???: Screw it, lets just cut to the chase.
???: 5l1n56h07 is dead. We need another person to take his place, and you are the person we're looking for.
Briefcase: Really? I thought you guys were looking for, well... whoever the heck his Second-highest ranking employee is.
???: He served to be in charge of the company while 5l1n65h07 is gone, so we did a different approach and found you eligible for the poster for this forum game. Can you play minecraft?
Briefcase: Yes.
???: Good. We might need to travel back in time for this forum game...
I'll be making my great escape now!
@Net
"OHMYGOGWHATAREYOUWHATAMIWHATISLOVEBABYDON'THURTME." The Elsen stands there in catatonic shock for a few seconds, not having noticed you while talking to Deimos. After he regained his composure, he replies. "Oh, hehe, it's, it's okay really. I am just, uh, a little nervous. I, uh, my species is that way. A lifetime of s-supplied safety and you, er, kinda turn out that way. T-though the internet helped me relegate that a little. and, about Burnt, uh, yeah, i agree. Though considering you saw my Minecraft avatar as a Burnt and not me yet.... ah well, it is probably better that way. If i-i would turn Burnt personally, well, i guess you cannot unsee it."
@pionoplayer
"Y-yeah, that would be, kinda, neat so to speak. If it's not, you know, uh, too much. To ask. Maybe." But then a thought crosses his mind. "If i accompany you on your, uh, trips, well, i need the computer i had back in Zone 1. Can we, er, get that one first? All my important files. Game saves. S-study related things. If we can. Please."
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
@engie: ((More like a bunch of jumpy, shell-shocked heroes from various universes. My goal is to have the IUPC play out like a chaotic good organization. Yes, that doesn't sound like it'll work, and yes, shenanigans will come of it.))
@k4yne:
Deimos shrugs.
We've only got a few passengers left to drop off, like this guy here, and you aren't the only person who wants to pick up things before we head off to whatever place Eric's taking us.
It shouldn't be a problem.
@serpent:
Eric nods, still helping to direct crate off-loading.
I'm glad I was able to help Astria.
He looks at the blueprint.
Um... wow. I don't think the drones we've got access to are going to be able to do that on their own. It'll take at least a little bit of magic starting from what we have now, but that shouldn't be a problem.
As for the alchemiter stuff, you'll have to wait for an hour or so while we finish unloading things, although I'd avoid getting too attached to it, you're not going to have a way to refuel your grist for a good long while until we can get inter-universal travel other than the TARDIS up and running.
...
Oh, this planet does have a name. It's called homeofthelost in Ancient. There's a few plates and pieces of old machinery still left by their old stronghold they once had here. It translates almost directly into Safe Haven, or Sanctuary.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I procede to poke the string of hexadecimal, it is shockingly solid.
"Poor guy.."
I play on the hexastring. It's fun.
A construction goes up in one of those rooms, incorporating a recently duplicated Thaumonomitron, a Sight-Beyond, and a high-powered thaumic transmitter. Crystal does not want to be left out of even a single DTG game, they’re too interesting for that, and so this pylon is built. It exploits the metaphysical links between all DTG games, as well as certain other things such as flavor text, to ensure Crystal will be able to play a role in each. Of course, Crystal’s own status as a transcendent already allows that, this pylon merely guarantees it.
Another room contains a massive, yet contained, opening to the Void of Thaumcraft, also known as Nihil Parva. Overcharged and modified Vortex Attenuators hold open and contain a Planar Vortex, other apparatuses drawing vis out of the Void, coalescing some of it into Void Seeds, then Void Metal, and then dropping it back into the Void to be reborn as Void Putty. Massive tanks of Silverwood and Thaumium are taking shape around the periphery of the room, ready to hold the all-repairing material. It could well be very useful, after all... Other areas of the Thaumcraft room contain a Curative Vat, an Advanced Alchemical Furnace, and a connection to the Essentia Storage of the ship's AE System.
Meanwhile, a Well of Suffering exploits a Wisp Spawner and a set of Witch Spawners, pilfered from the generated world before leaving, to generate copious amounts of life essence. Fed into a Transcendent Blood Orb, it slowly fills a Soul Network with power. In a small chamber attached to the larger Blood Magic room, a set of magical sensors scans and rescans a set of Bound Armor, looking for possible refinements and having already found many... The drops from the mobs are whisked off to the ship-wide AE System. Nearby, a Ritual Diviner is stored in a chest along with a set of Ritual Stones and a Master Ritual Stone. An Alchemic Chemistry Set stands near the entrance.
In another room, a 'Cake Reactor', made possible by Aer-Imbued Fire and a large pool of water, feeds several Kekimuruses that in return fill a Spark-network of Mana Pools. Nearby is a Portal to Alfheim, a Terrestrial Agglomeration Plate, and an Altar of Gaia. Mana coruscates around the room, powering the Portal, a Botanical Brewery, and a Runic Altar. A Pure Daisy or four rounds out the flowery set.
In yet another room, the last, for now, of the Minecraft wing, an altar stands in the middle of a grove that would look more well-placed in a particularly dense forest. Yet, slowly, the eye begins to discern that this grove has the look of careful pruning and well-controlled growth about it, and may even see a set of mystical machines, a cauldron, a kettle, and a witch’s oven. Farms leap to the forefront of perception, holding magical plants. The Witchery room is deceptively simple, but the magic in it is no less potent for that.
Already several ways to merge the new magics have been deduced. For one, Void Putty seems to serve as a wonderful blending and binding agent as well as a repairer when mixed with the proper amount of Salis Mundus and infused with specific aspects, and this has enabled many new breakthroughs. An Angel Ring has been fused with a Flugel Tiara, creating an overcharged - and free - method of flight. Already plans are being made to enhance Bound Armor by fusing it with Guardmetal and Terrasteel, lining it with Impregnated Leather, as well as thinning and lightening it. Its ability to protect from the Void is a valuable asset, after all. A plan for a Flowmetal staff topped with a miniaturized Ea Mechanism is also slowly coming to fruition, as the Alchemiters are still sadly restricted by time, even if powered enough by magic to work outside of their native universe.
The Crystal Movers set into the ship fire in a carefully-programmed specific pattern, perfectly emulating Crystal's natural method of dimensional travel and phasing the ship out of existence, to reappear in a secluded spot in the Void.
"Let's get started."
Crystal waits for the end.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
If you are speaking of the minecraft world of the godmodder the gm said once that the godmodder stopped all mods to work except his own so it probably does not make sense to do that in his server.
Also he probably did not developed all those interaction patches for those mods.
"Anywho, it seems like certain people didn't hear me the first time, but I'd appreciate it if there's a trip in the itinerary to pick up some hardware I need if I am setting up on Haven/Sanctuary/What-Have-You. And/or me again. Multiple intersecting nonlinear timestreams are annoying."
"Also, Eric, did you say magic? I might have just the thing."
"By the way, S-blah wise, I still have some Gristwidgets, which I've basically jailbroken. I could probably rig up something to produce Grist, and I still have a server player, technically, so I suppose I could try and get a Cruxtruder somewhere if you don't mind risking meteors. Session is theoretically done with, but I don't know what'll happen. Or, failing that, I could try to magic it into existence or something. Origin Wands and all."
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Net, you don't seem to be paying attention to the timeline of events here.
Just stay out of the other people's epilogues.
As for the first bit, yes, if the Argus drone is allowed into Sanctuary, Eric would allow a trip to pick up materials.
As for the second, that's just serpent's epilogue, stay out of it please. I know you could add to it, but if multiple people get involved in the same epilogue, they're all going to take too long.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Time for slow pan through everyone's POV like they do in season finales of some shows. This is to branch into both TVT:DTG2 and DTG0. I have a lot of characters, but I feel like I need them so I can play different people in each game.
Hey, Eric, don't be depressing like that. Now isn't the time!
Seeing the approaching children, he turns around again and starts jumping through the grass again, although going purposefully quite high and covering short distances so that he'd be both visible and slow moving.
Want to try and tag me? Bet you can't!
Of course, he didn't get very far before getting caught, but that was the plan.
Haha! Okay, you got m- ow, hey, don't pull my tail like that! I happen to like it.
But of course, compared to being hit with incendiary bombs, getting crushed under falling buildings, and facing his fears and darkest memories incarnate, having his tail pulled a little was quite alright. Quite alright indeed... Especially for something so innocent.
What a long, strange trip it's been. It was wonderful, yet horrific. It was empowering and enlightening, yet paralyzing and sinister. There were times that made him feel more alive than he ever had before, and there were times where he felt dead in all but pulse; there were times that defined him, and then times that broke him. He remembered back to some of the earliest moments. There he was, weak, silent, and fleeing his own guilt. He thought back to one specific moment, when he was up on Split's empty castle, staring quietly into the night sky and imagining the countless worlds that seemed so distant. He never planned for any of this. But... one thing led to another, a couple of first guardians died, a few bombs dropped, he learned a few tricks, a potion hit him in the back of the head, some people in high places took pity on him, and now here he was, playing with kids on distant worlds. He didn't know how long he would stay here, or if he would even leave. But at least the journey was fun. Sorta. He definitely had grown far stronger than he could have dreamed of back then. What a long, strange trip it's been.
Willow was focusing. She was straining herself to learn how to manipulate the world around her. She wanted so desperately to learn this skill. Actually, it wasn't that she wanted to learn it. No, she had to learn it. She had to be as strong as possible. If she wasn't strong enough, she wouldn't last long enough on the battlefield to learn where Wilson ended up, and she simply had to meet him again, to warn and help him. But each day, that prospect seemed farther and farther away, but she would keep trying. So she beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Seems like I have to make them italic or they lose the color.
So... will you please grant these fa-vors?
What can you trade me?
You know I hafe nothing to offer in return. There's nothing I can do. But neither of those two fa- ... requests are that hard, right?
... Very well. I'll consider them at least.
Thank you...
Just before cutting off the communication,
Loussriuk, Inari.
Huh? Um... Loussriuk licr.
It was dark. Not like that was any surprise. It had been dark for years, what was the chance it would brighten now? She stayed in the darkness, waiting (playing the pronoun game! Best way to hide information for dramatic effect since always.). She could walk around a little, but there was nothing to explore. Unless you consider darkness something that you can put on a map. Occasionally something would pop up randomly, but even then it was too dark to see what she was doing. Smothered by the darkness and loneliness, she called out,
"Hulli? ... Mikoto? Ifs... Omiz... ehufu te?"
But, there was no reply. Mikoto must have been out doing something. She couldn't actually see Mikoto, but at least she could take solace in his words... and the promise he made to her oh so long ago.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
"O-oh! Okay then. I guess i will, er follow you then. You can have the coordinates of Zone 1, Pentel. Here." * hands Deimos a piece of paper* "Everything should be on this note. Just tell me when we are there, and i, uh, try to be as quick as possible."
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
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U: Ok, so Alfa's free, and wıll presumbly soon predomınate, kıll Omega, end the Mark, destroy Bınary, Binary & The Employer, and then hopefully leave us alone
U: So, what do you want to do when all of thıs ıs over? Start a shulker kennel? Aımlessly travel between dımemnsıons? Rebuıld Godcraft ınto a planet-sized memorial of the second Godmoddıng war?
V: There are a bit too many "Presumably" and "Hopefully" here for my liking.
V: But the last one of your options sounds like something that I could see myself doing.
V: As does the second one.
V: For the first one, I'm not reallt sure if raising shulkers is really my thing. Yeah, shulkerlings are kind of adorable in their own weird uglycute way, but they also kind of cling to eveywhere. Such as your face. When you are meditating.
Biumbra ascends towards Bill Cipher, the shadow enderman covering his hand in indigo blue fire as he extends it towards the dream demon.
U2: The name"z Biumbra, and I prezume you"re zome kind of living Illuminati symbolica?? No. That would be ztupid. I know who you are, Bill Cipher, and I have zome queztion2 for you
U2: Do dream demons take apprentices? Do you need an apprentice??