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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.

U^{UUUU2: 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: 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: 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: 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}: 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

U^{UUUU2: Do dream demons take apprentices? Do you need an apprentice??: Do dream demons take apprentices? Do you need an apprentice??: Do dream demons take apprentices? Do you need an apprentice??: Do dream demons take apprentices? Do you need an apprentice??}: Do dream demons take apprentices? Do you need an apprentice??

I don't think there can be any better memorial for this second thread than the thread itself. And don't you worry about rebuilding the world. It rebuilds itself every 24 hours. Or else by now there would be no world left to save, destroy, OR rebuild.

*Lurks*

...I forgot where in plotline wise I am.

Maniac is offering you a deal. Help him create the portal, he gives you whatever you want.

Oh. Right.

"...Okay. What's it that you need me to do again? My memory is worse than... than... than... I forgot what it's called."

Maniac: ... Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to explain to the audience what's going on.

I want to leave.

I want to leave this planet. I want to see cars, eat pizza, see the Empire State. I'm building a portal to help me get out of this heck-hole. I talked to you months ago Earth time about it. Now, I've called you here.

I want your help to build the portal. In return... well, you decide what you want in return.

So, do we have a deal?

I stand there and ponder a few things for a few seconds, unsure what to ask for. Then, apparently, I decide upon something.

"Okay."

Quote from FINALBATTLESTARTSNOW»

I don't think there can be any better memorial for this second thread than the thread itself. And don't you worry about rebuilding the world. It rebuilds itself every 24 hours. Or else by now there would be no world left to save, destroy, OR rebuild.

This thread does not exist in-universe. What do you mean about Godcraft "Rebuilding itself every 24 hours"?

Also, quoting does horrible horrible things to my formatting. Look at those Us, each smaller than the last one like some depraved mockery of a matryoshka doll.

/Null

((Yes, I have no clue when or even where things are, because there simply isn't any coherent timeline. And in-universe...Well.))

==The TARDIS, Somewhere==

Two of me walk out of separate doors. A third appears to be walking on the ceiling.

"Well, that's my signal to get out of here before something explodes."

I quickly disembark, resolve loops, and tell Eric I'll be coming under my own power if he can get me directions, but that I'd rather not take the TARDIS for now.

POST-ACT PART 1: PRISMATIC

-VIOLET

You've poured through five years worth of studying on various topics up until this point. You have taken the opportunity to leave GodCraft with ease of mind, and have done so. You have made quite a lot of resources on your subject matter, yes indeed. You have also built up the materials needed to create the testing chambers for your experimentation, and as you are experimenting with...Uncooperative test subjects, you will have to. You also have to make sure they can be killed. You've calculated the odds out to as much as you can allow, and you know there are always, ALWAYS outlying data points that you cannot help, but you can always prepare further and minimize their chances of existing, but any further prep and it would become cost-inefficient. In any case, the last part is merely building, which you are excellent at. After that, you must merely send the message, a message that you are sure will attract your test subjects like moths to the flames. Well, except you're not going to be killing them immediately.

The building will take about a year, during which time you will keep tabs on your subjects. New candidates may spring up in the meantime, so that means that you will also have to keep track of the Godmodder, in all of his wily forms. You will have to keep your distance from him at the same time, and yet, the way you have to make your message obvious seems to force your hand somewhat. You just hope he finds it insignificant. Your veil will help matters in that regard...

-INDIGO

You've been traveling a long while. Your duty as a servant to the Horrorterrors is over, and thank goodness that, in your case, they have a sense of punctuality. You have probably done something really bad, but you couldn't really refuse the offer. Nor was it hard. It was just a bit of movement and a greeting of a few people on a planet that just seemed to spring up...They seemed awfully envigorated about it, but you feel that they're going to bite off a bit more than they can chew. The inhabitants...They weren't your usual folk. Then again, existence seems out to genocide your usual folk.

In any case, you've had a while to think about your role in life...And you realize, you really can't be alone. The void and its vast emptiness is terrifying to you, and no amount of control you posess over it will ever change that. You want to meet back up with your friends again. Have a place in this world, however tiny, and matter to something.

You don't really know where to go...But you know how to get there. You just keep moving forward. You'll find it. You have before...And if anything gets in the way? You'll use your powers and de-exist large chunks of it. Hopefully that'll teach it to back off. Alternatively you just do what you usually do and hide.

-BLUE

You have a gap in your thoughts that doesn't make sense. It's just this hole of past events, a very specific hole regarding one person. You don't have any clue on what even his name was, or not until someone actually told you. And yet, you KNOW he is a thing.

You could go on with your life without ever knowing, nor needing to know, you suppose. You doubt it is required knowledge. The only other thing you know is that he was a traveler, a long-distance traveler. Yet, he also had various possessions that your fellows would rather have retrieved at the nearest convenience, and, well...You would rather not be wasteful.

There's a way to check and see...There's always a way to check in the end. Convenient it only requires a few button presses.

You dial the number. 555-555-5555-43145-881952-999420.

Ring ring...ring ring...ring ring. Hopefully, someone nearby will pick up...Maybe. If not, you can just trace to where the call itself is.

-GREEN

This is Olive! Not Green! IT fits your old color, but you should be red...And that's already taken, presumably by one of your friends. Jeez, themed outros have never been worse. But you'll roll with it.

In any case, your phone's started to ring...Ah! It's one of your co-workers, of all things...Must be the Moorblade's Wi-Fi. Wow, lucky you, such foresight for getting that.

You flick it to the side and answer. "Hello?"

"...Uh, who are you?"

That wasn't your Co-worker. At least, that wasn't your Co-worker as you knew him. He sounded much younger. Ugh, Legacies. "Did you get a wrong number?"

"No, this is the phone I wanted to call...I wasn't expecting anyone to pick up, I guess?"

Well that certainly isn't a sign of something weird as all heck going on. Nope, everything's hunky-dory. But you might as well give him your name. "Uh, OK then. My name is Tazz-"

"What."

"What?"

"But. But that's not-Err. You died."

"Uh, I'm fairly sure I didn't-Oh, right. Yeah, that...I got better. Afterlife gave me a second shot, as it turned out, pretty much immediately at that. You were worried about me? I mean, like, the Legacy would have kicked in if I actually died for good...Uh. That is how the legacy works, right?"

"..."

"..."

"...I don't think that's how the Legacy works." He says, after a few seconds of thought.

"OK, what's the problem now? Did the Legacy screw up or something?" You ask.

"So, you see, uh, I'm Chi...And I'm supposed to be your Legacy, and you're supposed to be dead."

Uhh...That's an interesting statement, to say the least. It takes you a few seconds to process the implications of that statement-namely, that there's two of you wandering around, in effect. There really shouldn't be two people having that power. The current status on the Legacies and the Legends in general was that there weren't supposed to be a billion of them, and that went DOUBLE for the House of Justice.

"...What. Wait, back up-wait, no, that's basically all you said, augh, how is that even possible?!...Well, I guess it's a good thing that there's two of us that are hopefully both good guys? Ugh, I don't even...Augh! Did my rez screw that over?!"

"...Well, uh...Honestly I'm not sure what this means...Does this make you my big brother?" Chi asks. You don't really have an answer to that.

"...I. Uh. Can you phone me into...Err, the others?...This needs to be cleared up, quickly. Stuff has to get done." You say, trying to get some semblence of order into this conversation.

It's always something going wrong...

-YELLOW

You technically speak in black but whatever. You're gold so you guess this works.

You have no feasible interest in joining the IUPC. The Narrative has never liked it on a conceptual level. Crossover events are the bane of its existence, and after this war, you could honestly see why. In any case, you would prefer that you made no ridiculous actions that would jeopardize your already fragile lifespan as a multi-dimensional entity, an extremely rare distinction for one that doesn't require living in four dimensions.

You bid audiu and static to Tazz, who is vigorously talking on the phone. Something about Legacies. Dumb Water Horse.

-ORANGE

Your color isn't really orange. You could default to Yellow, but someone else took it, and someone took Red as well. Granted, you think you could get used to this particular color.

You take your BEDROCK PICKAZE. It is a lucky artifact you found lying around the battlefield, which is a mercy as you desperately needed it a few seconds ago to create the hidey-hole you needed to survive. You literally created a small hole-perhaps a layer away from the Void below-and sat on it the instant you made the mistake to leave the TARDIS early and Godmodder Soul showed his ugly mug, plugging it up with the mined Bedrock You've been hiding down here since, not like it will matter to any of the titans above if they bother to find you. You do have a few weapons-a SWORD, a POWERFUL CROWBAR known as the HEARTBREAKER, and a small pistol that ERIC dropped at one point, something called the NOISY CRICKET, but yeah you are beyond screwed if any of them come knocking at your door.

You can hope all you want, but you will not be having the power they wield anytime soon. At least your hole is kind of comfortable. You do, however, have a bedrock-breaking pickaze so you can escape, at least...Maybe you have something else that can actually get you out of this mess?

You search yourself. You are a minecrafitan of incredible preparation, certainly you wouldn't be caught dead without...YES! Yes, a Teleport Rock, attuned to the TARDIS! Pane gave this out all the way back at the SBURB session to make sure everyone could take a quick way back to their houses or other important places, you've kept it all this time because it was useful to go elseware instantly, you've made a habit of making sure you can teleport to safe zones (IE the TARDIS), and finally, it could be your salvation. If you need it. You almost forgot all about it because of the stress. At the same time...These things are limited use. Only one use left. You'd rather save it, if you can.

Oh, if only you could tell what was going on outside. You really dug yourself into a hole on this one, no pun intended...

-RED:

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YESSSSSSSSS!!! IT'S HAPPENING! FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S HAPPENING!!!"

Your co-patriot Godmodders look on in confusion at your sudden amazement at checking the time.

"Oh, right, no no no, it doesn't concern you, TULIPS concern you more than this, go on and away you are recalled for now, GO ON AND LIVE...But still, for me, YES!"

You have officially done ENOUGH WAITING. Enough analyzing, enough fact-checking, enough preparation. You're an impatient woman, and this was testing it beyond your limits. But it is ready. That you've done it a billion times already is an irrelevant factoid-this was the last time, and for the last time, it seemed the single most agonizing time of all.

You're going all-in this time. You will win with glory or lose it all. You've tried everything else, and there MUST be a win. No such thing as no chance. No more time to wait. It's time to fight back for what you want.

Maniac smiles.

"Good. Now, gather the supplies you need, and meet me here in 3 Earth days."

Maniac turns and walks into his office.

I'm poking fun at how quickly things rebuild in media once the fighting is over. Giant monster destroys half the world? 5 hours after its defeat, everything's okay again.

Also, the 4th wall was destroyed a LONG time ago.

"Heh."

I vanish from Maniac's portal room. Anyone paying attention might notice that pretty much everything seems to have been covered in a very fine layer of gray.

Quote from FINALBATTLESTARTSNOW»

I'm poking fun at how quickly things rebuild in media once the fighting is over. Giant monster destroys half the world? 5 hours after its defeat, everything's okay again.

Also, the 4th wall was destroyed a LONG time ago.

...In most media. DTG is different. Status Quo has no power here.

Also, my characters have yet to break the Fourth Wall.

Diemos nods as the Elsen hands him the piece of paper.

Don't worry, we'll get you there in time.

We have maybe ten more stops before we start picking up luggage for people staying with us.

Come on, let's head closer to the control room, you don't want to get lost in here.

((net: okay, your characters are good to be gone then.

tazz: Okay, I'm going to assume for the integrity of your plotline that the teleport stone was attuned to the TARDIS AFTER 'Orange' came aboard, but just so you know, attempting to use that to bypass the security measures on Sanctuary won't work, as both the wards on Sanctuary and the inner workings of the TARDIS would be able intercept any teleport attempts, even those anchored to the TARDIS. Ask me first before you use that thing, okay?))

And a nuclear bomb fell on them. I think they're dead. Whatever. I'll just leave this forum post now. seeya

Wow, i've never seen as much effort into what appears to be getting attention to your Youtube account as you have. GOOD JOB.

((@Piono: You are correct-'Orange' attuned it after getting in the TARDIS. That is a fallback, however: I'm hoping he can just dig his way out of there, but the Teleport Rock is in case the fight is too hairy/doesn't stop/results in a world-ending explosion or something.))

POST ACT 2: HUNTDOWN

=> Tazz: Finish Phone conversation.

"Alright, alright, I'll see you later...Goodbye for now." You say, hanging up.

Dear lord. You're lucky that the Narrative timeskipped a majority of that conversation for reader convenience. It was getting long. The Narrative may have also compressed the time.

The short of it is: The existence of Chi while you were still alive was a mistake, neither of you are getting killed/banished for it because no-one could predict what happened (plus that just seems dumb), and Chi will remain at home while you keep on doing what you're doing, which honestly works well. Your lack of presence at home may have been detected, but Chi technically serves that purpose. The big man (well, goat) didn't exactly approve of your power-seeking no matter what the point of it was, but at the same time is very sympathetic to your current missions regarding the Godmodder and Pane, as well as your past accomplishments, and thus hasn't banned you or punished you or exiled you or anything like that (yet)...But, he rather bluntly asked that you should shed as much of that gained power as possible before returning.

You can probably recreate most of your gear if worst comes to worst, so that's not a big deal, and technically your gear isn't an extension of your power in a lot of cases, bar a few key items, and those could serve as trophies if nothing else. You honestly are kind of neutral on the Trickster thing and would rather not have to wear four orbs of Calm at all times, so that wouldn't be a big deal. You can recreate the Realitybending Canteen with ease, so you guess you could always return to being an Alpha Godmodder in case you somehow lose it, but you have a bad/good feeling that ditching that particular power at all might be difficult; and you're fairly sure your status as a First Guardian is only going away after the specific issues are taken care of, the ones laid out for you by those powers. In other words, thinking about it harder, you could lose those powers as easily as they were gained, except being an Alpha Godmodder, and as for that...Well, that could be kept secret if all else failed.

You don't really want to actually ditch your powers just yet, though, as there isn't any point in losing any of that. If you honestly had a choice you honestly wouldn't want to lose any of it, as those powers are the things that keep you alive and not a martyr, unlike a lot of your Legacies-and a living hero is infinitely better than a dead martyr nine-thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine times out of ten-thousand. Plus, looking at the immediate future, you know you're going to have to deal with the Godmodder at least once more, you really can't leave the multiversal community until Pane is dealt with as you're basically the only guy hunting him down, and you also have to serve as the overseer for the events of the Zeroth Godmodding War as per your Guardianship. Why you are being towed in to monitor events that technically already happened is something you're having a hard time grasping, but you'll roll with it.

Yeah you're going to be busy for a while, until this cataclysm is over and done with.

There are a few things you have to take care of now, though...Namely the IUPC and you, as well as the EoA4.

=> Tazz: Call Eric.

You decide to call Eric now...But you don't have his number! Your natural 'omniscience' granted to you by the Red Sun isn't filling you in either.

=> Tazz: Figure it out with the Magic English Eye.

You ask it for Eric's number. Nothing happens whatsoever. He probably warded that information, preventing anyone from knowing things about him against his will. However, there might be some document he wrote (or was written) that those runes can't hide, and you have a canidate for that.

=> Tazz: Consult Anti-Godmodder's Yellow Pages.

You pull out a version of the Yellow Pages made for and by the Anti-Godmodders. It includes every name and phone number (or equivalents) of every Anti-Godmodder active and inactive in all wars, as well as others. Only Anti-Godmodders can have it-revolutionary technology makes it incinerate and applies vigorous amnesia as to its existence for every non-Anti Godmodder, something only the Godmodder himself could overcome. You search the 'E' section and find Eric and his number-equivalent soon enough.

=> Tazz: Call Eric with the number from the AG Yellow Pages.

You do so.

Ring ring ring, ring ring ring...

?> If Eric Picked up:

"Ah, hello, good to hear from you. I guess you made it there safely? Don't worry, the connection is as secure as I could possibly get it...And I can get stuff pretty secure, let me tell you. But I'm not calling just to chat your ear off. In fact, I think you should know why I'm calling you. The IUPC offer...Yeah..."

?> If Eric didn't pick up.

You reach the Voicemail. Drat.

"Uh, Hello Eric. OK, seeing as you're not there...Well this is about your proposition to join the IUPC..."

=> Either way...

"About that...Err. Well, here's the thing. See, as it stands, I can't join. I fully support you, mate, but I cannot. I'd like to remain somewhat anonymous on this, but the short of it is, err, faction conflicts prevent me from joining, and I've been treated very well in the faction I am already in, so to speak. I may join you if something goes south, but I can't really say for sure. And no, we're not misaligned morally...Err, explaining it is kind of hard. Plus, I'd rather not get my hand tangled in that kind of stuff, I'm a free roamer by nature and I go where I'm needed, and if I'm not needed I go home. There are some slightly questionable ethics-slash-loose moral code stuff going around as well...Yeah, a game of subtle differences is going on here, really. In any case, I wish you luck for all the good you may do."

You will not explicitly mention your faction by name, no matter how secure the connection is. You will not even think of the faction's name. This is hopefully keeping it safe from others, even though it may be as implied as possible. You will not think of it. You want it to be safe.

"Have a nice day!" You say, ending the conversation on a high note. Kind of.

You hang up.

...That was harder than you thought. Yet, the day you find yourself joining the IUPC is going to be a rather glum one indeed, as the implication would be you got kicked out of your home forever. Or worse. Narrative/Conflict implication, to some, practically prove this is going to be the case, but Narrative/Conflict implication is fickle and doesn't always play out, and plus, there isn't any Armageddon-like event going on, and there are forces that can usually solve any Armageddon-like events that DO occur.

"SO. WHAT NOW, WATER PO-"

You give Fredbear a wicked glare.

"HORSE."

"Now? We wait for EoA4, then A5, and then we hit the road to the Tropes Pantheon...Something is buzzing over there. Once we're there, we'll hopefully be able to simultaniously solve the incident going on there while I conduct various events regarding my First Guardian status...And then...Well, I think that would be when we part ways. You go off and do whatever and I return home. Well, hopefully that's the parting of the ways. You never know, though, something might crop up that would also require our attention."

Fredbear looks at you oddly. His face doesn't allow for much expression, but you think that he's not sure what to make of a departure with one of the few people he cares about in any sense.

"Nothing lasts forever, Fredbear. We'd have to part eventually, and in all honesty, working with you is one thing but I couldn't imagine taking you home, or for that matter you wanting to go to my home."

"GOOD POINT."

"Hopefuly, before then, my friends will have reunited so we can see to it they're sent off somewhere safe, and equally important...Pane will have been turned to a pile of red goop." You add.

Pane. One SBURB session and he became instantly notorious to your mind, one of the worst people you ever met and the one you want to personally see humiliated and torn to thousands of tiny shreds before you allow yourself to return home. As one of a whooping three people who have seen, interacted with, and survived Pane before, you're also one of the three who can actually negate his veil to a degree and can attempt to hunt him down. Yet, he's given you the slip. He's good at that.

You really want it to end. But you're still not sure how to find him...You tried the Magic English Eye. Didn't work. Your natural First Guardian omniscience was equally useless. And you're certainly not finding his number in the AG Yellow Pages. The way he's going about it, it seems that time will stop like a scratched record before you can rend him. But you have to find him. It's absolutely imperative you try. Any amount of weird and possibly humiliating powerups are worth the effort in that regard. You barely care how: Pane dead is on your mind almost all the time. The Godmodder himself never drew this level of ire in you.

You have to find him. You must. Somehow.

"WELL. FIRST, SHOULD WE NOT BE CONCERNED ABOUT SURVIVING THE VOLATILE SITUATION WE ARE IN?"

"Yes, of course."

Alpha is loose. Now time to watch the fireworks.

Were you here for Check? The 4th wall was obliterated by the Binaries, that's how they got here. Also, this is a compilation of all media bunched into one, the Status Quo is the only thing that remains constant. Godmodder's side=Evil. AntiGodmodder's side=Good. Binaries' side=Evil. Things like that are constant in this game.

I'm burnt out, I can't come up with another speech to attack the Binaries.

The literal fourth wall was destroyed only then (and back in Intermission 1, but that time it got better). The figurative fourth wall (AKA the 5th wall) was still gone a long time ago.

/null.