A dimension away, the planet of Earth rotates around its home star, the Sun. Orbiting the Earth is the Moon, once a benign sattelite that controlled the tides of the Earth, the water's ebb and flow. It started the first calendars based off of its phases, and it and the Sun were treated as the two greatest celestial bodies of the sky in ancient times. But now the Moon has come to connotate much darker truths. Torture, manipulation, brainwashing, imprisonment. All the result of one artificial intelligence's creation - the Moonbase.
The Moonbase had been shut down by the Descendants, and the millions of players inside of it were freed. But their celebration was short-lived, for soon enough, alarms began blaring all across the Moonbase, saying a contingency plan had gone into affect - something called Project Artemis. No one on the Moonbase knew what that meant. But people down on the planet below did.
The Conclave, once a beacon of hope for the entire world, now represented the near-destruction of human society. No one despised its visage more than the United States themselves, as the Conclave was very much at their front door, a constant reminder of how close everything had gotten to falling apart completely. Several federal agents had went into the Conclave to take care of anything important that might be left inside before its scheduled demolition on September 1st - exactly one year after Project Binary had made his private conference to show a select few, and later the world, what he was truly capable of.
The agents had gone down to the Conclave's lowest floor to find Project Binary's remains lying on the floor, his power core long since burnt out. He too had been affected by the waves of green that had turned off the lights everywhere on the planet. Every country on Earth had blamed each other for the mess, everyone's heads beginning to clear only slightly. And now they could see why - Project Binary had died that day. But something, somewhere, was still influencing them - the Moon. And so it had until the Descendants themselves took care of it, and everyone could see the light once more.
Only recently had the power actually managed to come back on, and only sparingly, in very small parts of the world. Whatever had killed Project Binary took a lot of innocent lives with it. Many people couldn't survive for long without electricity, without running water, without food. Many died in the weeks since. And with the knowledge that the green waves had killed Project Binary, the world simultaneously cursed and blessed whoever was responsible. People everywhere around the world declared this as the end times, the final days, and that the waves were the start of the Rapture itself. Soon, God would come down and take who deemed worthy.
But the governments of the world were at a silent war with each other now. Everyone, everyone resented America for creating Project Binary. They demanded to know how they came across the technology necessary to do it, who authorized it, and threatened to take action as a result of the hundreds of thousands of lives lost and the millions of innocents captured, not to mention the billions of people who had been systematically brainwashed to take part in Project Binary's regime. Even though everything should have been back to normal, nothing would be the same after the lights went out.
And before any semblance of order could be brought back at all, something happened that led things further astray.
Before long, people start noticing the orchid colors emanating from the Moon, and people start feeling the low rumble that pervades the Earth, rocking it to its foundations. They can't ignore the massive waves of orchid light coming from the Moon, coming from the sky all around them, lighting up the now-completely visible night sky in ways never thought possible. The governments start noticing as well, and America quickly assembles several classified documents - lists upon lists of objectives and plans Project Binary was to run and, given the situation, execute.
They come across a cabinet full of contingency plans to be initiated in case of many events, some being that Project Binary had succeded in his nefarious tasks, others in that there were successful rebellions against him, others that his plans had failed entirely. Looking for something that could be important to their current situation, the government tries to find any plan that would have activated upon Project Binary's death, any plan that would result in what they assumed he wanted - revenge. And then they find one: plan #901. It details a simple executable known as Project Artemis, that upon activation will... No. No, that can't be right. There's no way that he would actually do that... right? But then they look outside.
The Moon is certainly growing bigger, and the waves emanating from it are growing more intense. If the government doesn't do something quick, this could recieve widespread attention, which would undoubtedly lead to panic. But what can they do? The mass amounts of spaceships Project Binary had had at his disposal all ceased to function if they weren't destroyed outright, as if they couldn't operate without him. There's no way they can get one of their own spacecraft ready in time for what's about to happen, and even if they make it onto the Moon, what will they be able to do? If this plan truly is what's going into action, it is already too late.
The only thing left to do is inform the populace of their ultimate fate.
The rumble on the Moonbase has intensified dramatically over the past few minutes, the sirens continuing unabated, and the red lights shining as bright as ever. Orchid patterns and geometrics begin to shine all around the Moonbase, lighting it up in a sinister orchid glow. Soon, the entire Moon is trapped in this aura, which shines and rebounds across the entire sky, lighting up the Earth as everyone had noticed. And sooner still, the low rumbling intensifies into a shuddering feeling, pushing everyone back to the walls - it's the feeling of being on an airplane about to take off, that feeling of leaving the ground, of moving up and through the air.
The Moon starts to move. Not rotating, not revolving, but moving - right towards the Earth. The millions of people on the Moonbase, most of them just innocent children, realize with sickening certainty what's about to happen, and what Project Artemis means. The Moon is on a crash course with the Earth. The two are going to collide. The panic stops for the most part as everyone realizes there's nothing they can do but watch as the Moon slowly, inexorably, dances towards its home planet. Surely everyone on Earth has noticed the Moon growing bigger by now, and they've noticed the orchid waves across the sky? What will they do? How are they preparing? All these questions and more race through the heads of everyone on board. But thankfully, it looks like the Moon is going to impact Earth at an incredibly slow rate. Maybe it'll only cause damage to the zone it impacted directly. Maybe humanity can rebuild!
Everyone is unprepared when a mechanical monotone laugh is broadcasted over the Moonbase's speakers. The Moon suddenly lurches backwards millions of miles, slamming everyone flat against the walls and knocking most unconscious, and reducing Earth to a speck in the eyes of everyone on the Moonbase. And they're doubly unprepared when the Moon is launched forward at twice that speed, barreling straight through planet Earth in one clean strike.
The force of the impact creates massive shockwaves that rebound across the entire solar system, lights up the sky in massive orchid colors, and above all, destroys the entire planet of Earth. Entire chunks of the planet fly into space nigh-instantly, water becoming vaporized, earth becoming pulverized, everything becoming melted, vanishing without a trace, atmosphere and cloud alike being destroyed as the Earth rips itself apart, the Moon hurtling straight through it and out the other side. It vaporizes the crust, the mantle, the core, and leaves cracks continents wide across the Earth's surface.
And after the Moon has exited Earth, it too breaks up thanks to the force of actually tearing through a full-fleged planet, splintering into chunks, some of which fall back to Earth and impact it even further. The debris from the Earth itself falls as well, impacting the Earth's remaining chunks that begin to float apart like supersized meteors. The Moonbase had been vaporized upon impact, killing everyone on board. And humanity too fell - over seven billion human lives perished as a result of the impact, over the course of only a few minutes. The very planet had broke apart, and billions upon billions of other lifeforms on the planet had all been disintegrated as well.
Very little life remains on the planet, if there's any at all.
The shockwaves from the explosion resonate across the entire universe, energized by pure orchid destruction, screaming across stars and galaxies alike, destroying them as well. The universe splinters, fragments, shatters, itself becoming ripped apart just like the planet that was killed to start off the whole mess. Nearly everything in the universe is extinguished at once, leaving only small parts of it to float around reality in a vague approximation of what was once there.
Many dimensions away, in a world of perpetual twilight, in a world of eternal judgement, the parliament has assembled. And they have a problem.
Several weeks ago, the Council of Nine were processing souls into the afterlife of Limbo as normal, going through their list of scheduled participants to cast judgement onto. Yet on that day, something happened that did not go according to the Council's plan, something that was certainly not scheduled by any means at all. A massive portal had opened up in the skies of Limbo, and something that everyone present could only describe as an infinite meteor of scarlet fire descended from the skies, creating an impact that was so potent it nearly destroyed the Council's hall, and could be felt all across reality. When the Council had gone to investigate, they found a crater the size of a city, and realized at once what was capable of such raw destruction.
They just needed to know how the Red Dragon had entered Limbo in the first place - and why. And to that end, the Council has assembled in a land unanchored from time, a land where something that happened several weeks ago could have just as easily happened at the present day - around the time of the Execution itself. The Head Councilman speaks.
Thank you all for assembling on such short notice. I know that many of you were off doing separate tasks, but this meeting is of the utmost importance. I won't bother with when this happened; you all know time doesn't flow naturally here. What we need to discuss is as follows: the Red Dragon has entered Limbo through unknown means. His impact created a giant hole nine layers thick, with the Red Dragon situated at the very bottom. Whatever threw him down there did so with enough force to keep him lodged down there... for a time. We must seek a more permanent solution.
The other Councilmen nod in agreement. The Red Dragon's descent was meteoric, unprecedented, and highly dangerous. They've gotten reports of a number of souls wandering to the Red Dragon's crater and voluntarily falling in, not coming back out in any way, shape, or form, submitting themselves to the Red Dragon's power. If word gets out that there's a possible release from the punishment of Limbo, the whole operation will be through. So they need some way to seal the Red Dragon's hole and ensure that he will never get out.
To this end, I have decided to call upon the Secret himself. I know we haven't contacted him at all for any reason in a long time, but this is so important that I feel we must seek his infinite wisdom and advice. Councilmen, prepare the Fenestrated Wall.
The two Councilmen on the edges of the structure where they stood float off of its surface, moving towards the massive fenestrated wall at the far edge of the hall. Several months ago, it had provided as an indication of how far the Chosen One was coming along in his travels through Antichamber, presented via text adventure format. But since it had been completed, the fenestrated wall had returned to normal, and it could be used to gaze upon anything and anyone. The two Councilmen calibrated the fenestrated wall to view the Secret of the Void, and then activated it, returning to their positions.
After several seconds of silence, and then several more of radio static, a picture began to emerge - a picture of a massive green dragon eye and a large amount of dark teal scaly skin. The Head Councilman turns around to look at the figure - the Secret of the Void itself.
TELL ME, YOU NINE OF ELDERS. WHY HAVE YOU CALLED ME HERE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS TIME? I SENSE GREAT DISTURBANCES IN THE NARRATIVE... WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED, YOU MUST TELL ME QUICKLY. I HAVE A FEELING THERE ARE ISSUES I MUST RESOLVE PERSONALLY.
Oh Greatest of Secrets, thank you for answering our call. We recognize you have no time for formalities, so we shall be blunt if you so desire. The Red Dragon has somehow ended up in Limbo. We suspect it has to do with the Second Godmodding War, but we are not certain as of yet. We seek your presence at Limbo so you can help us create a more permanent prison for the Red Dragon.
AH YES, THE ESCAPE OF BRINE. THE GODMODDER INDEED FREED HIM, AND PROCEEDED TO BECOME MARKED BY HIS POWER, MUCH LIKE HOW HEROBRINE FELL BACK IN THE OLDEN DAYS OF MINECRAFTIA. THE DESCENDANTS FOUGHT THE GODMODDER AND BRINE AND SUCCESSFULLY BEAT THEM BOTH, BUT THEY WERE NOT THE ONES TO SEAL HIM AWAY IN YOUR OWN DIMENSION. NO, THAT WAS THE WORK OF YOUR ANCESTORS. MY CHOSEN FEW.
What? Our... Our ancestors? The Few? But they were robbed of their power long ago, by the Red Dragon himself! How could they have done such a thing?
YOU'RE THE ONES WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE FILES ON EVERYONE WHO WANDERS INTO LIMBO. YOU COULD FIGURE OUT THAT MYSTERY FOR YOURSELF.
Hmm, let's see... Oh. All the godmodders who escaped from our premises when the Descendants opened the Gate... They went on to supercharge the Few? And then the Few would go on to stop the foretold end of the world and trap the Red Dragon here. Isn't that perfect. We should go and have a talk with them. Do they have any idea what a great burden they've left on our shoulders?
OF COURSE THEY DO. THEY WERE CONFIDENT THAT YOU ALL COULD HANDLE IT SUCCESSFULLY. THEY WERE AWARE OF THE CHALLENGES AND RISKS KEEPING A BEING OF SUCH POWER POSES TO THE AFTERLIFE, BUT THEY FELT IT WAS NECESSARY, AND THAT KEEPING IT HIDDEN UNDER MINECRAFTIA WOULD JUST INVITE SOMEONE ELSE TO FREE HIM. THEY DID NOT MAKE SUCH A DECISION WISELY, YOU KNOW. NOW THE ENDERDRAGON HAS NO MOTIVES, NO REASON TO FREE A BROTHER THAT ISN'T EVEN THERE. THE CYCLE OF THE PLAYER HAS BEEN BROKEN, EVEN IF MINECRAFTIA SURVIVES THIS WAR. THEY SACRIFICED MUCH FOR THIS, AND YOU ALL SHOULD DO YOUR BEST TO UPHOLD THEIR DEMANDS.
Alright... We'll do it. We will find a way to keep watch over the Red Dragon. All we ask is your help. Give us that and you can leave us be. We shall take care of the rest... if it is the wish of our ancestors that we do so.
ASK FOR MY HELP AND YE SHALL RECIEVE IT. I AM ON MY WAY.
The image fades back to static and shuts itself off. The Councilmen all look around awkwardly, the Head Councilman putting his head in his hands.
By the Secret's Head... What do our ancestors think they are doing? This gambit by them had better pay off... Ahem. Well then, everyone to the floating platform. We must travel to the Crater at once. Council, disassemble.
The Council of Nine all float away from their structure, floating to a circular pattern embedded in the ground behind them. It lifts out of the ground, large enough so that the nine of them can stand on it in a line. The platform lifts up even further, and after the Head Councilman speaks the phrase "Red Dragon's Crater", the platform vanishes into nothingness.
After a second or two, the floating platform reappears, hovering high above the Crater. It is immensely huge, having left cracks throughout the surface of Limbo for many kilometers, disrupting many landmarks, displacing many souls... And the crater itself is impossibly deep, cutting straight through the nine layers of the ground of Limbo. The very bottom looks like a formless black pit, but the Council knows better. Deep down inside there, the Red Dragon is coiled up, its energy spent. But soon, its energy will return. So they need to act now.
The Council spends several minutes scouting the perimeter of the Crater when they hear the wind whistle and crackle behind them, huge gales soaring straight towards them. Every soul on Limbo scatters, trying to flee from the unimaginable beast flying towards them. The Council greets the beast with reverance - it is the Secret of the Void, a massive dragon with teal scales, piercing green eyes, white horns and spikes all across its body, gargantuan teal wings, and three lime green orbs protruding from its back. Displayed in full color, the Secret isn't bound by the monochrome uniformity of Limbo; neither are all beings of great power that step foot into the realm.
NOW, LET'S SEE WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH HERE. CERTAINLY THIS IS A MASSIVE CRATER... I SUPPOSE YOU WERE PLANNING TO PUT SOME KIND OF SEAL OVER IT. PERHAPS A MORE COMPACT VERSION OF THE NIGH-IMPENETRABLE INFINITY SEAL THAT PROTECTED THE BLACK MONOLITH?
...With all due respect, Greatest of Secrets, the Infinity Seal was broken twice during the Second Godmodding War. Do you think we should look towards it for inspiration? We want to make sure this seal will never be broken. We can't risk it.
YOU HAVE A POINT, NINE OF ELDERS... VERY WELL. THE INFINITY SEAL'S CRAFTMANSHIP IS IMPECCABLE, REFINED TO THE POINT OF PERFECTION. IT WOULD BE AN EXCELLENT PLACE TO START OUR SEAL. BUT TO GIVE IT AN EDGE, I PROPOSE SOMETHING THAT WILL FUEL THIS SEAL'S POWER - MY OWN LIFEFORCE.
I WILL TIE SOME OF MY OWN SOUL TO THIS SEAL, INSURING THAT IT IS PROTECTED AND BLESSED BY MY INFINITE WISDOM, ENSURING THAT NOTHING WILL ESCAPE FROM IT. THE LAST THING WE WANT IS A REPEAT OF THE ECLIPSE.
The Eclipse? Is that what the divine texts call the end of Minecraftia?
YES. SOME OBSCURE MANUSCRIPTS REFER TO IT BY ANOTHER NAME, HOWEVER. BUT THAT KNOWLEDGE IS IRRELEVANT.
Out of curiosity... What do those manuscripts call it?
THE EXECUTION. NOW, AS I WAS SAYING, I WILL BIND A PORTION OF MY SOUL TO THIS SEAL. THE PROCESS WILL TAKE A FAIR BIT OF TIME, BUT UPON COMPLETION, THIS SEAL WILL RANK AMONG THE MOST DURABLE OBJECTS IN ALL OF EXISTENCE. SO, COME. LET US BUILD THIS GRAND LOCK.
The Council of Nine and the Secret of the Void start to work, using the powers of creation and manipulation to construct a massive spike that will be wedged into the very bottom of the ground, sealing the innermost layer of the Crater off from the outside of Limbo. The Secret of the Void's life force will enter the mechanism via the pattern on the top, and if the process is exquisite, it should function as a near-copy of the Secret of the Void itself. At least, in terms of personality. It won't be able to do much other than talk, although it may possess limited mastery over the original's abilities.
After some time, the seal is completed, the Council of Nine preparing to lower it into the ground. All that is left is for the Secret of the Void to detach a portion of its awareness and have it inhabit the seal. But as he does so, everyone in Limbo hears low thuds in the distance. Thuds that start off dull and muted, but gradually grow louder, more encompassing, more powerful. And soon enough, the Council and the Secret see what exactly is making those thuds. And they are all taken aback by surprise.
LOOK AT THAT. THE CONFLICT'S DECIDED TO REUNITE ITSELF? IS THIS WHAT YOUR GRAND MASTERMIND PLAN HAS BEEN ALL ALONG, EMPLOYER?
THE EMPLOYER: WHY 0F C0URSE. THAT'S WHAT THE ENT1RE C0NFL1CT 1S W0RK1NG T0WARDS. MY GAMB1T 1S JUST AN0THER P1ECE 0F THE PUZZLE - AN ADM1TTEDLY LARGE 0NE, H0WEVER. 0RGAN1Z1NG TH1S TR1FECTA WAS N0 EASY TASK. 1 HAD T0 CH00SE MY TARGETS CAREFULLY. M1NECRAFT1A WAS DEF1N1TE, AND S1NCE SCRATCH CREATED ME 1 KNEW ALTERN1A HAD T0 BE THR0WN 1N THE M1X T00. AND THEN 1 TARGETED THE EARTH RESP0NS1BLE F0R P0RT1NG M1NECRAFT1A F0R G00D MEASURE.
THE EMPLOYER: 1 L1NKED THE THREE T0GETHER, AND THEN 1 CREATED AN ARMY 0F PUPPETS T0 D0 MY B1DD1NG, STEER1NG THE SEC0ND G0DM0DD1NG WAR ACR0SS A C0URSE 0F DESTRUCT10N, DEATH, C0RRUPT10N, AND 0BL1V10N. THE ENT1RE WAR, LEAD1NG UP T0 A M0MENT0US EVENT KN0WN AS THE EXECUT10N.
HOW "COINCIDENTAL" THAT YOU WOULD CHOOSE THE FINAL MOMENTS OF YOUR GAMBIT TO BE NAMED AFTER WHAT SCHOLARS BELIEVED THE END OF THE WORLD WOULD BE. YOU COULDN'T HAVE POSSIBLY FORESEEN THAT YOU WOULD HAVE PICKED UP A THIRD PART OF THE CONFLICT, OR THAT YOUR FORMER LEADER WOULD BE DESTROYED, CORRECT? THERE ARE SOME THINGS YOU HAVEN'T FORESEEN.
THE EMPLOYER: THAT 1S TRUE... AND 1 HAD 0R1G1NALLY PLANNED F0R PR1ME, PR0JECT B1NARY AND 1 T0 ALL UN1TE 0UR AVATARS 1NT0 0NE SUPER-SERPENT. BUT PR0JECT B1NARY 1NS1STED THAT WE STEER EVERY0NE T0 EARTH S0 HE C0ULD SUBJUGATE THEM UNDER H1S 0WN ARMY. S0MET1MES 1 W0NDER 1F MY PLAN W0ULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. BUT REGARDLESS, THE SHAD0W HAS BEEN A WELC0ME ADD1T10N T0 0UR MERRY BAND 0F M1SF1TS. AND 1 WAGER WE'LL P1CK UP EVEN M0RE AS WE TRAVEL THR0UGH EX1STENCE!
HERE YOU ARE... THE HIGH AND MIGHTY SECRET OF THE VOID. WE MEET ONCE AGAIN. DO YOU REMEMBER ME FROM THE CATACLYSM WE HAD ALL THOSE EONS AGO?
PERHAPS. YOU ALL WERE ONE GIANT FORCE BACK THEN, HOWEVER. YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LOOKED ANYTHING LIKE YOU DO NOW. THE CONFLICT WAS ALWAYS ACTIVE AND STRAINING, THE OPPOSITE OF THE NARRATIVE... IT TOOK EVERYTHING WE HAD TO SEPARATE YOU. AND ONLY NOW ARE YOU CHOOSING TO REFORM...
NOW IS AN OPPORTUNE TIME. WHAT CAN I SAY? A MULTIVERSAL WAR IS WRAPPING UP, AND IN THE TIME IT WILL TAKE FOR EXISTENCE TO REBUILD, WHO KNOWS? WE COULD BE FURTHER ALONG ON OUR PATH TO TOTAL DOMINATION. BUT WE WON'T BE BRASH ABOUT OUR VICTORIES, NO ONE WILL HEAR MUCH ABOUT THEM AT ALL. NO, NOT AT ALL. EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE. THE ONE WE'RE ABOUT TO SCORE IN THIS VERY DIMENSION. WE'RE TRYING TO GO FOR SUBTLETY HERE, BUT THERE IS A VERY BIG THORN IN OUR SIDE - YOU.
AND I SEE THAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO BIND A PART OF YOUR VERY BEING TO THIS COMPLICATED LOCK. A PROCEDURE THAT, ALTHOUGH HIGHLY EFFECTIVE, RESULTS IN THE HOST BECOMING VERY VULNERABLE WHILE THE PROCEDURE IS GOING ON. HE COULD EASILY BE OPEN TO ATTACK, AND IF HE DIES, THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE THE PROCEDURE WILL FAIL ENTIRELY...
Get on with it, beast of darkness... We haven't got all millenium here.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO LEARN TO BE MORE PATIENT. I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT AN ETERNITY OF JUDGING PEOPLE, MONOTONY AND UNIFORMITY, WOULD HAVE TAUGHT YOU TO WAIT, TO STAND STILL. UNLESS YOU FEAR OF BECOMING JUST LIKE THE SOULS THAT EVENTUALLY FORM HERE? AIMLESS, COLD, DARK? THAT WOULD EXPLAIN A LOT OF THINGS. LIKE WHY YOU FEEL THE NEED TO PRAISE CHOSEN ONES, CREATE MONUMENTS, WATCH PEOPLE ATTEMPT TO CLAIM THEM. BUT FOR WHAT? AMUSEMENT? SOME HIGHER PURPOSE? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THAT HIGHER PURPOSE, YOU "GREAT COUNCIL OF NINE".
...
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. WATCH AND LISTEN. THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT. NOW, HERE'S HOW THIS IS GOING TO GO. WE'RE GOING TO FIGHT YOU, SECRET OF THE VOID. IF YOU WIN, THERE ARE STILL OTHER PARTS OF THE CONFLICT YOU'LL HAVE TO ULTIMATELY ATTEND TO. YOU MIGHT NOT BE AS LUCKY NEXT TIME. AND IF YOU LOSE, WE WILL KILL YOU, WITHOUT A DOUBT. AND WE'LL FREE THE RED DRAGON AS WELL, BRINGING THE NUMBER OF UNIFIED CONFLICT PARTS TO A SUM TOTAL OF FOUR. CHOOSE NOT TO ACCEPT OUR TERMS AND WE'LL KILL YOUR TRUSTED COUNCIL, AND SPRING THE RED DRAGON ANYWAYS WHILE WE'RE AT IT. SO WHAT DO YOU SAY? READY FOR ROUND TWO?
Secret. What do we do? Is it possible that we could lose?
WE HAVE NO CHOICE. WE MUST FIGHT THEM, OR ELSE THIS ENTIRE OPERATION WILL BE FOR NAUGHT. DEFEND ME. I WILL TRY TO ENGAGE THIS SHADOW IN DIRECT COMBAT. TAKE CARE OF BINARY AND THE EMPLOYER. DO NOT FORGET THE POWER YOU HOLD IN THIS REALM.
So be it. Our fates are chosen.
VERY WELL, AGENTS OF CONFLICT. WE SHALL FIGHT YOU. ROUND TWO IT IS.
I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD SAY THAT.
THE EMPLOYER: N0W TH1S 1S WHAT 1 CALL A 0NE LAST F1GHT!
BINARY PRIME: [THE CALLBACKS T0 TH1NGS THAT JUST HAPPENED A FEW M1NUTES AG0 ARE REAL!]
The Shadow readies its superlaser, which crackles with copious amounts of scarlet energy, and channels all its power into a titanic blast of raw destruction, not unlike the same superlaser fired from the actual Incarnate, or from that of the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret Tank. It screams across Limbo, lighting everything up in waves of red, heading straight for the Secret of the Void.
The Secret of the Void opens its mouth, which sizzles with large amounts of lime energy, and channels all its power into a titanic blast of raw destruction, not unlike the same superlaser that it fired to help the combatants of the First Godmodding War in their final hour. It screams across Limbo, lighting everything up in waves of green, heading straight for the Shadow.
And then, after a second or two of the beams rushing towards each other, they collide in the middle, lighting up the sky with massive red and green shockwaves that pulsate and rebound across the entirety of Limbo, creating cracks and crevices in the ground where there were none, collapsing towers, villages, castles, mountains... Tendrils of energy splinter off and fall back in the middle of the energy beam tug-of-war, with the Shadow struggling to stay balanced and the Secret of the Void's draconic form winding through the air.
The Council of Nine moves to the back of the Secret of the Void, trying to oversee the soulbinding procedure and also defending the three glowing green orbs that power the Secret of the Void's beam. Not a second after they get into the position, two figures blip into existence in front of them - the Employer and Binary Prime. The Council recognizes instantly that the two are planning to attack the Secret of the Void at his most vulnerable spot - the orbs. So the Council mobilizes, creating massive amounts of defensive shields, arrays, and traps to slow the Binaries down.
It works at first, but the Binaries soon bypass all their defenses. The Council of Nine are nearly invincible in their home realm, so making sure they stay alive won't be much of an issue. It will be making sure they win that will. The Council throws leagues of powerful attacks against the Binaries that seemingly do damage, although the Council suspects that most of it is superficial, a fear that is confirmed when the Binaries shrug them off unimpeded. The two chase the Council of Nine back and prepare to strike on the first orb.
Suddenly, the Council realizes what they can do that will really hurt the two Binaries - code-based attacks. Going into the files they undoubtedly have on the Binaries, they change the coding and programming of them to replace every mention of a zero or one into a two, using their dark and manipulative magics to reflect these changes onto the actual Binaries! They promptly spasm out with horrified expressions, warping with missing textures and missing numbers, glitching out and corrupting intensely. The Shadow sees the ruckus and activates the other weaponry on the Incarnate, firing tons upon tons of missiles, lasers, railguns, ammunition, cannonballs, and every other concievable projectile you can think of.
The Council is able to disintegrate or deflect a large chunk of the projectiles, and the Secret of the Void's power gets rid of another chunk, but there are still a good amount of projectiles able to slip past the Council's defenses, just like the fiasco with the godmodder escapees back in Trial 4... They impact the Secret of the Void, not harming his scaly skin but dealing damage to the three orbs on his back... His green energy beam flickers and fades slightly, the red energy beam pushing forwards...
Panicking, the Council of Nine redoubles their efforts as the Binaries recover from the code onslaught that they had been trapped in! The two serpents roar, rushing towards the Council - and over their heads! The Council looks at where the two are going - right for the seal, which is still in the middle of the soulbinding process! If they interrupt it now, it could fail completely! The Council teleports to the seal in an effort to defend it, but they see the two Binaries fade away... They were just copies! The real ones were still by the Secret of the Void, preparing another massive onslaught against the orbs! The Council prepares to fight them tooth and nail!
But it is too late. The Employer and Binary Prime, in a joint assault, decimate the Secret of the Void's orbs completely, causing the glowing green aura around the massive dragon to abruptly stop. The beam emanating from the Secret's mouth flickers, fades, and vanishes entirely. The last thing the Secret of the Void ever sees is a rush of red that encircles and spirals around him, incinerating his body. Yet in this moment of clarity, the Secret is able to devote his entire being to the soulbinding, finishing it.
Charred and ruined in the middle of the beam, the Secret of the Void's life is sapped away, the Council of Nine and the two Binaries only narrowly managing to escape its wrath. The Shadow, despite having no mouth at all, cackles maniacally as the superlaser in the middle of his chest erupts into a massive plume of energy that stretches across the ground and the sky, engulfing the seal as well - which manages to lock itself into place, securing its indestructibility. The sky lights up with scarlet, red shockwaves pealing across all of Limbo, and perhaps beyond.
THE SECRET OF THE VOID IS DEAD. AT LONG LAST. YOU TWO. CUT OFF HIS HEAD AND LET IT BE SEEN BY ALL IN THE VOID. I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS. I WANT TO LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT THE CREATOR IS NO MORE. REMEMBER, YOU COUNCIL, HOW I SAID THERE WOULD BE ONLY ONE TIME WHERE WE WOULD OUTRIGHT TELL EVERYONE ABOUT OUR DEEDS? THAT TIME WOULD BE RIGHT NOW. FEEL FREE TO LOOK AWAY IF YOU HAVE AN AVERSION TO GORE. IF YOU HAVE SUCH AN AVERSION, HOWEVER, I WONDER WHY YOU PICKED THIS JOB.
The Employer's eye shines with white light, which suddenly intensifies itself into hard-light, turning into a massive yet extremely thin wall of light that decapitates the Secret of the Void, splattering purple blood all across Limbo.
NO! GREATEST OF SECRETS, IT CAN'T BE!! YOU MUSTN'T DIE NOW! BY THE SECRET'S HEAD, THAT EXPLETIVE FINALLY MAKES SENSE! EVERYONE PANIC! THIS IS THE DARKEST DAY IN HISTORY!
As none of them look away, the Council of Nine mourns the Secret of the Void's death, sobbing, yelling, or just staring in disbelief. The Employer envelops the Secret of the Void's head in an orchid aura, and the Shadow - who had since stopped his beam, even though the sky was still filled with scarlet by its power - raises his hand, creating a massive portal of liquid darkness to throw the Secret's head into. The Employer obliges, depositing the Secret's head into it, where it disappears. The Shadow chuckles once more.
I WOULD CALL THIS A SUCCESS. ONE OF THE BIGGEST OBSTACLES TO OUR PLAN HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF. YOU NINE SHOULD BE GLAD WE'RE SPARING YOU. THE ERADICATION OF LIMBO ISN'T SOMETHING WE DESIRE JUST YET, ALTHOUGH IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO HAVE THE RED DRAGON BE FREED FROM HIS PRISON. NO, WE'LL COME BACK LATER FOR YOU... BUT FOR NOW, LET THIS SEND A MESSAGE, ACROSS ALL CORNERS OF REALITY. WE WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW, FROM EVERY ELDRITCH ABOMINATION TO EVERY RIGHTEOUS WARRIOR, FROM EVERY DARK MAGE TO EVERY INNOCENT PUFFBALL. OH YES, WE WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW...
The three Agents of the Conflict merge into darkness and disappear, the Shadow's last words ringing in the ears of the Council.
The Council of Nine's platform hovers in the air above the Sealed Crater. No one speaks at all, keeping to themselves. The Secret of the Void... was gone. The only thing that remained was the small portion of his soul left in that Seal, and whether or not it could talk at all remained to be seen. The Secret certainly wouldn't be sent to Limbo upon death, nor any other afterlife - what sort of afterlife would God be sent to, after all? So the Council of Nine sat and waited for nothing at all, asking themselves the same question in their heads, over and over and over.
Where did we go so wrong?
Meet Flumpty Bumpty.
Flumpty Bumpty is a sentient egg who is immune to the plot and can transcend time and space. Flumpty Bumpty loves kidnapping people and forcing them to play games with him. If they survive, they become his best friend! If they don't, well, Flumpty's got room for corpses in the basement. Flumpty Bumpty did a lot of bad things when he was alive, and he's pretty sure making a dinosaur beast stitched together from human corpses ranked near the top of that list. Or maybe it was pushing that kid off of that skyscraper that one time? Hey, what could he say? He wanted to see if she would splat like an egg when she fell down. Turns out she did, sort of? Not really.
Flumpty Bumpty doesn't want to talk about how he died. It brings up bad memories for him. He'd prefer to talk about how he lived, and all the murderous/comedic escapades he took part in! But unfortunately for Flumpty Bumpty, this isn't a story about his life. This is a story about his death. Or at the very least, what happened afterwards.
After Flumpty Bumpty died, he saw himself standing in a court beneath a council of nine elders. They rattled on about some things Flumpty Bumpty had done during his life, and after Flumpty realized they were only talking about the bad things he had done and not what little good he did, he realized pretty quickly that he wasn't in heaven. He was in hell. The council sentenced Flumpty to an eternity spent wandering the concrete halls of the afterlife he had gotten himself into, a place called Limbo. Unfortunately for Flumpty, the council was very strict with him, and he couldn't use any of his powers except flying and some limited teleportation.
The first thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was take a tour around Limbo. The tour guide was this really dejected looking person called Isaac who was always crying for whatever reason. One of the last stops on the tour was the Gates of Limbo, a series of gates that marked the beginning and end of Limbo and were guarded by the menacing Limbo Gatekeeper, who was perfectly capable of double-killing anyone who tried to escape. Flumpty lingered around that Gate and swore to himself that he would make a promise - that he would, one day, escape Limbo.
And he did. Make that promise, that is.
The second thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was learn that the landscapes of Limbo were based around the memories of places you had went to when you were alive, and that over time, Limbo would sap the very life force from you, making you become an empty shell with no memory at all. Flumpty Bumpty was already pretty much an empty shell if you discounted what was actually inside of him (and you don't really want to know the answer to that). Once he learned that, Flumpty realized that Limbo had purpose, and that was to live your life over again. So, the third thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was create a facsimile of his greatest achievement - a tourist attraction called Flumpty's House of Horrors.
Back when he was alive, Flumpty Bumpty made the House under the pretense of scaring the socks off of people. But in actuality, he would use it to kidnap people and have them try and survive being relentlessly stalked by him until he either killed them or they survived for six hours. Usually they died, until one person actually made it through, and Flumpty made him his best friend, as I just said in the second paragraph. What's more, Flumpty got his friends (Birthday Boy Blam, Grunkfuss the Clown, and the Beaver) and some people he met on the spot (the Redman (who fell in lava and lived, kind of) and Golden Flumpty (don't ask)) to join in on the fun, and they stalked the unlucky participant too! When he died, Flumpty rebuilt his beloved attraction and waited for some wayward soul to wander in and unwittingly participate in Flumpty's insane excuse for a game.
The fourth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was find out that his friends and the people he had met had made it to Limbo too. The fifth thing he did was get them to join in on the action on Flumpty's House of Horrors, reuniting the old gang. And the sixth thing he did was open the place for business. It was great fun for everyone involved except the victim, and Flumpty could still do what he did best - teleport around haphazardly, scare the hell out of people, and kill them. It worked perfectly on ghosts and other lost souls too, so that was a plus.
The seventh thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was stalk a guy. A guy named Irecreeper.
Flumpty Bumpty saw Irecreeper walking across Limbo one day and disappeared before he could be seen. Flumpty Bumpty soon learned that Irecreeper was a Descendant, a great and powerful figure who was off fighting in a multiversal war. He also learned that they were fighting the Limbo Gatekeeper himself, in an attempt to open the Gates of Limbo and escape. Flumpty saw this as his big chance, his chance to deliver on that promise and actually leave. But it was too late - the Gatekeeper had died and although the players and some godmodders escaped, the Gate had been closed.
The eighth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was find out that the Descendants were still in Limbo, just shadow clones that were controlled by the real things. Flumpty tracked down the whereabouts of every clone, and then he learned that Irecreeper was busy digging underground. Why? Flumpty had no idea. But he did have a plan. He closed up shop and moved the entire House of Horrors underground, where he knew Irecreeper would find it. And find it he did. Ultimately, Irecreeper went across a tunnel that opened up right into the House of Horrors' office.
But when Irecreeper had entered that office, he had gone into the future thanks to Limbo's warped sense of time and space. He had gone to a point in time where Flumpty was absent from his House of Horrors, and when he went into a hallway, he promptly met Birthday Boy Blam, who confirmed that Flumpty was gone. When Irecreeper returned to the office, however, he traveled back to the present - a point in time where Flumpty was still in his House of Horrors. And it just so happened that Flumpty Bumpty was waiting for Irecreeper to appear, waiting for the right time to strike. And strike he did. Flumpty Bumpty loomed in the doorway, trying to become the spitting image of horror and evil.
The ninth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was choke on some thyme.
Irecreeper had come prepared. He had this bottle of secret spice or something. Flumpty swore that it said "Waluigi Thyme", but he wasn't sure of it. Irecreeper had pinned him down and had emptied what spice there was left in the bottle right into Flumpty's mouth. The bottle was only a quarter of the way full, but that was certainly enough to get a reaction from Flumpty. He sputtered, gagged, and was consumed by purple energy. Flumpty couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and he could barely think at all. But he knew he had been imbued with power - great power at that. Enough power to slip past the limits of Limbo and to unlock his true potential once more, maybe grow even stronger than he ever had been.
The tenth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was prepare an ultimate attack. His very eggshell cracked, revealing liquid darkness beneath its surface, a mouth that dripped and oozed and revealed untold horrors, and piercing purple eyes that reflected with the infinite wisdom of the Waa. Purple light shone radiantly from Flumpty's shell, light that took up nearly the entire office. Irecreeper stepped back in horror, the office momentarily being replaced with a formless purple void. But just as it seemed like Flumpty was about to unleash the attack, boom. He was knocked unconscious by the sheer strain of it.
The eleventh thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was wake up. When Flumpty woke up, he realized that he now he had full control of his powers. He could sense it somehow. He knew by intuition alone that the shadow clones had been discontinued, leaving Flumpty with no way to kick off his new dinohuman using the corpse of a Descendant. But he knew that now he could transcend time and space and then some. He had unlocked his full powers, and more powers he couldn't have dreamt of having. Flumpty Bumpty was able to do whatever he wanted, without anyone knowing.
And above all, Flumpty Bumpty now looked like the type of thing you would never want to find in a dark alleyway.
Flumpty wagered that he could use this power to travel back in time, back to when the Descendants had killed the Gatekeeper (who had undoubtedly reformed since then) and opened up the Gates of Limbo. If nothing else, it was worth a try. Flumpty Bumpty activated his powers of spacetime transcendence, wrapping himself in purple light, and teleported out of the House of Horrors amidst a column of purple energy, bypassing all the defenses Irecreeper had constructed. Flumpty burst out of the ground, floating at insane speeds towards the Gates - whose location he still remembered after all those weeks. Where he moved, a trail of purple fire was left in his wake.
Flumpty sped across space and time, rewinding the clock to the exact second the players defeated the Gatekeeper and the Gates were opened. And as he did so, counteracting Limbo's natural power of temporal scrambling, he changed the voicemail on his phone. Normally Flumpty had always picked up the phone, so if anyone called him and heard this new message, then his plan would have worked. And normally Flumpty was clear and to the point with his messages to his victims, so if anyone heard this message while somehow playing a game with him, then his plan would also have worked. And so, the twelth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was leave a message on his phone.
"Hi! I'm Flumpty Bumpty. I'm an egg. I'm immune to the plot and I can transcend time and space! Now that you know that, I don't really have anything else to say except for the fact that I'm not here right now! If you're hearing this, then my plan worked!"
When Irecreeper went into the future, he would go to the House of Horrors after Flumpty had left for the Gates, and he heard that message. Everyone else still left in the House of Horrors heard the message too, recognizing that Flumpty had left, and that if he was to ever return, they would be ready. They would all be ready. But if Flumpty's plan actually worked, he would never return. He would never ever go back to that sickening land of monochrome colors.
Flumpty neared the Gates and saw them open. Recognizing his chance, he surged forwards, fighting past the Descendants and the godmodders who went through.
And at long last, Flumpty kept his promise. Everyone who escaped Limbo that day was a godmodder. Everyone but one.
The thirteenth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was live again.
Immediately after the chemotherapy of an entire universe, GodCraft is standing strong, still remaining in the middle of a massive green aura - an aura that symbolizes hope, tenacity, and faith in the restoration of reality after the war. The people left on the cubic world are resting easily knowing that the last of the trials is behind them.
Everyone is left staring at the orchid diamond of light that represents the last spot where Project Binary ever stood. It shines brilliantly, lighting up the sky with dull orchid colors that can just barely be seen against the diminishing green aura of Chemotherapy. True to the Shadow's word, it has shrunk since Build unleashed its power on Project Binary, but it is still visible. It and the orchid diamond serve as a reminder of how things used to be only a few minutes ago - back during the war.
But now, the war is over - at long last. There's nothing left for anyone to do on GodCraft, no reason to stick around at all. Everyone realizes with glee and newfound hope what this means - they can finally, for the first time in nearly two years, log off of GodCraft and free themselves. Every real self still stationed on the Twinmobile moves their hand over the ESC key on their keyboards and presses it, hoping to bring up the pause menu and log out. But nothing happens. Then they try to open up Task Manager - but nothing happens. They find this odd. Both tasks were possible on GodCraft, they just wouldn't let you leave GodCraft... So why can't they use them now?
Those on the Twinmobile find that their usage of Minecraft avatars has been impaired to say the least. They can't walk around, they can't jump, sneak, fly, hit or use anything. The only things they can do are look around, reposition their limbs while remaining in the same spot they were just in, and talk. Everyone looks at each other, scared out of their minds, hoping the Minecraftians of the bunch will have better luck. But they're having similar problems. The Minecraftians can't do much of anything at all as well, and they're just as stuck as the avatars. What's more, every Descendant has a noticeable glitching effect around them.
Soon, everyone realizes that they actually can walk, just not for very long. Whenever a Descendant tries to move, they're almost instantly snapped back to where they started, like in the beginning of Survival Games, how everyone is chained to one spot before the game actually begins. No one tries to move fairly quickly after that. Build and Split realize the plight of the Descendants fairly quickly, turning around to look at all of them. Build begins to worry.
Oh no. No no no... I was afraid of this happening.
Afraid of what? That everyone's heads are starting to spaz out so much that it looks like they're about to fall off entirely?
NO! Split, this isn't the time for jokes! Every one of you, assuming you can hear me, listen to me very carefully.
It looks like Minecraftia has destabilized so much that it's become corrupt to the core. Everything anyone's ever done to destabilize the game has all added up, and now, with the death of Project Binary, it looks like Minecraftia has been destroyed completely. The universe's code is corrupt, tripping over itself, causing glitches left and right. And now it's not even allowing any of you to move. This effect will spread to me, to Split, to your real life selves, the Twinmobile, and then this server. Ultimately, the entire universe will become corrupted, and Minecraftia... won't exist.
The Fourth Wall's destruction, Zero Hour, the Scratch, the Arrival, the Glitch, the Vord Invasion, the Eclipse, the Mate, and now this... Everything and more has all resulted in this outcome. We were going to try and rebuild Minecraftia once everything returned to normal, right? Hahaha. We were stupid to even think there would be a normal to return to. If any of you could use your computers long enough to try and make a new world, you wouldn't be able to. You wouldn't even be able to play on existing worlds at all. I bet Minecraft wouldn't even be able to load.
This corruption is starting at GodCraft, but it's going to spread across every world and every server fairly quickly. As my aura of chemotherapy fades, this glitchiness is only going to get worse, so we need to act now. We need to take every Minecraftian, get them on the Twinmobile, and get out of Minecraftia as soon as possible. Split, you and I should... should. ...
Uh. Greenie? What's going on in there? Greenie? Greenie? ... ... Build?
oh no
What now--
no no no no no no no no no no no no no
OH MY GOD NO
NO WAY THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING
...Build? Are you--
OH YEAH SPLIT I BET YOU'D LOVE THIS HUH? I BET YOU'D LOVE THAT UNIVERSES A AND B ARE GONNA BE WIPED OUT!!
...
what
YEAH! TURNS OUT THAT THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN IN ABOUT, OH I DON'T KNOW, FOUR MINUTES! THIS IS JUST PERFECT!
THE ONLY THING I EVER WANTED TO DO WAS GO BACK TO MY HOME! NOT BE A FELON! FIX THE PLANET'S POWER! BECOME A HERO AGAIN! AND THEN WHEN ALL THAT WAS DONE, JUST GO BACK TO NORMAL AND FORGET ANY OF THIS EVER HAPPENED! I'M SICK OF IT, I'M SICK OF IT ALL!
I... I never wanted to be a First Guardian! Never! Never asked for it, no one ever asked me if I wanted to be one! But it happened anyway, and I was stuck with this crappy job of writing a game on a forum somewhere! Oh, and billions of lives hang on the balance with every word I say, isn't that GREAT?? I wanted to see my FAMILY again, my FRIENDS again! Maybe Project Binary had them executed, I don't know! And now I'll NEVER KNOW!
And it turns out that the Secret of the Void is DEAD! You know? That thing that SAVED OUR ASSES LAST GAME? IT'S DEAD! Something, somewhere, actually had the power to kill it! I don't want to deal with this crap ANY MORE! I don't want to die because of this thing that can kill GODS!
Oh my god, uh, okay. Build? Build. Just calm down, alright? We're supposed to be-
NO! I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING OR WHATEVER'S RIGHT! NOT ANYMORE! MY ENTIRE JOB AS A GAME MASTER WAS TO MAKE SURE THIS STORY ENDED SUCCESSFULLY! Sure, the Godmodder's unconscious, but guess who's gonna wake up at the end of this Shatter?? One of the Godmodder's personalities! Who will PROMPTLY KILL US ALL!! Sure, we killed Project Binary, but now the Conflict, THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, is reforming! And look what we JUST DID TO MINECRAFTIA! And look what HE did to EARTH! MY HOME! OUR HOME! EARTH'S WHERE YOU WERE BORN, DAMMIT! WHY AREN'T YOU UPSET BY ALL THIS! OH YEAH, I FORGOT! YOU'RE A CANCER, NOT A HUMAN! WHY DIDN'T CHEMOTHERAPY KILL YOU TOO, HUH???
Whoa, uncalled for! What happened to me being a vague approximation of a brother? Build, look. You really need to calm down, alright? This isn't helping anyone! (Since when was I the voice of reason, god.)
No, I'm not helping anyone! And I doubt I ever HAVE helped anyone! Have I done anything other than be a plot device? A plot device that's failed at his job?? I'm just a giant Mary Sue is what I am, and you know it! YOU have more character development than me, and YOU CAME AFTER ME! I'M THE ORIGINAL! ME!
SO WHY ARE YOU BETTER THAN ME AT EVERYTHING??
...
No answer, huh? Then I guess you've come to the same conclusion I have! That all of this is... it's... it's all. My. Fault.
I should have been there to help Earth. I should have thought of a better plan. I don't want to know how many people died because I turned out the power. I should have led all of you to Universe A for a sidequest, one that WASN'T corrupted by Scratch. Maybe we could have helped those kids? Maybe we could have stopped the moon from crashing into Alternia? No. The core of it is that I'm just a terrible Game Master, isn't it.
People like you. They want to hear more from you, Split. You're intriguing to them in a sick and twisted way. Does anyone want to hear more of me? What have I done besides drag out the story with flashy BS? I've provided mechanics, and they were cool in theory, but in practice they just... ended up being overpowered and unfun. The long and short of it is... Sigh. Alright, fine. I'm admitting it.
I failed.
...
There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!?
Caught up in his hysterics, Build fails to notice that the corruption has slipped past the point of no return for the Descendants. They are all stuck repeating the last actions they ever took, over and over and over, wondering what to do, talking and screaming amongst themselves, watching Build's outbursts, reacting in kind. Whatever they were doing, that's all they'll ever do. Split sees it happening, and then his eyes go wide as he sees the same thing happen to Build.
There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!?
And so on, and so forth. After staring at the sad display for several seconds and seeing Build become corrupted beyond belief and repair, Split just sighed and tore his eyes away from his brother, gazing off into the sky. He faintly registered that he wasn't being corrupted either, but he was too tired to care. He just wanted everything to be over with. Build was right. He had failed. But Split didn't want to tell him that much. And now he would never have to.
The green aura that was once protecting GodCraft fades away completely, and soon, too soon, the Twinmobile slips under the influence. It is corrupted beyond recognition, its frame twisting and warping as pure glitch consumes it - and everyone inside. The Descendants have lost. They have failed. They are over. The only thing left standing amidst it all is Godmodder Soul, whose body is still dully flickering between those same four colors, staying alive after going through so much.
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Alright, folks. This is... this is the weirdest thing I think I've ever seen on this server. But I like it. Because if you see one of these, anywhere, for any reason, you just know something big's about to go down. The sky's painted all menacingly orchid, and hovering in the middle of that diamond where Project Binary died is... Are you ready for this?
Destroy the Godmodder 2: Operator will conclude on September 1st, 2015. It's been a wild ride, and I mean that sincerely. I thank anyone and everyone who's played this game, and especially those who have kept on playing until this very day in order to read this series of posts. Thank you all for your time.
((Note: Any and all of this is completely uncanon/false at the discretion of anyone who cares. It just seemed like a nice way to be meaningfully cryptic.))
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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.
I stare over the war-torn battlefield, as I randomly somehow joined as I took a break from the Terraria side of things. This could've been the work of only many powerful beings. A malicious grin appears on me. Mwheheheh, until next time.
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I just took the Minecraft Noob test! Check out what I scored. Think you can beat me?!
To take the test, check out http://minecraftnoobtest.com/test.php
"If only I had not destroyed the Perfect Sphere. If only..."
(The Perfect Sphere was designed from the start to handle an apocalypse like this one, complete with an infallible Anti-Glitch Shield.)
Oh, and for the record, I fired a Weath Ray shot at the Shadow when it first appeared. The Shadow's form let it regenerate the damage instantly, but still.
[CELESTIAL WARNING SYSTEM: 3 Universes, located at (Locked to mortal eyes), (Cannot be accessed), and (Security Clearance Insufficient), are about to be destroyed in approximately four minutes. The current mortal death toll has been estimated as about 7.3 billion and counting. 1 Universe of these, currently referred to as "Universe C", is currently housing a known celestial figure. Full details of this figure are currently printing, and will be finished in about 4.6351 seconds. The currently recommended action is to call up the superior of the figure if applicable and await further instruction. If no response is found, immediately assume standard safety protocol and collect eyewitness information when figure is safe.]
[The details have been finished. The file can be accessed below.]
Name: Pit Icarus
Gender: Male
Status: Appears to be glitched in some form. Will require medical attention after recovery from "Universe C".
Notable Actions: Has killed a being known as "Doc Scratch", notable for being labeled a "First Guardian" and being very powerful, maybe even more so then certain gods.
Location in "Universe C": (DATA EXPUNGED)
Higher-Up: Palutena, Goddess of Light
Other Connections: Twinbuilder ("First Guardian" of "Universe C"), Richard _____ (Known for being an Omega+ Godmodder, Pit has assisted in defeating this person), About 35 other players (Other participants of the fight against Richard)
I remain glitched in the effort to activate my emergency teleporter. It's unknown, currently, whether I actually managed it at any point in the various glitch/revert sequences.
Well, not me, but my avatar, at the very least.
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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.
At the exact moment...
A dimension away, the planet of Earth rotates around its home star, the Sun. Orbiting the Earth is the Moon, once a benign sattelite that controlled the tides of the Earth, the water's ebb and flow. It started the first calendars based off of its phases, and it and the Sun were treated as the two greatest celestial bodies of the sky in ancient times. But now the Moon has come to connotate much darker truths. Torture, manipulation, brainwashing, imprisonment. All the result of one artificial intelligence's creation - the Moonbase.
The Moonbase had been shut down by the Descendants, and the millions of players inside of it were freed. But their celebration was short-lived, for soon enough, alarms began blaring all across the Moonbase, saying a contingency plan had gone into affect - something called Project Artemis. No one on the Moonbase knew what that meant. But people down on the planet below did.
The Conclave, once a beacon of hope for the entire world, now represented the near-destruction of human society. No one despised its visage more than the United States themselves, as the Conclave was very much at their front door, a constant reminder of how close everything had gotten to falling apart completely. Several federal agents had went into the Conclave to take care of anything important that might be left inside before its scheduled demolition on September 1st - exactly one year after Project Binary had made his private conference to show a select few, and later the world, what he was truly capable of.
The agents had gone down to the Conclave's lowest floor to find Project Binary's remains lying on the floor, his power core long since burnt out. He too had been affected by the waves of green that had turned off the lights everywhere on the planet. Every country on Earth had blamed each other for the mess, everyone's heads beginning to clear only slightly. And now they could see why - Project Binary had died that day. But something, somewhere, was still influencing them - the Moon. And so it had until the Descendants themselves took care of it, and everyone could see the light once more.
Only recently had the power actually managed to come back on, and only sparingly, in very small parts of the world. Whatever had killed Project Binary took a lot of innocent lives with it. Many people couldn't survive for long without electricity, without running water, without food. Many died in the weeks since. And with the knowledge that the green waves had killed Project Binary, the world simultaneously cursed and blessed whoever was responsible. People everywhere around the world declared this as the end times, the final days, and that the waves were the start of the Rapture itself. Soon, God would come down and take who deemed worthy.
But the governments of the world were at a silent war with each other now. Everyone, everyone resented America for creating Project Binary. They demanded to know how they came across the technology necessary to do it, who authorized it, and threatened to take action as a result of the hundreds of thousands of lives lost and the millions of innocents captured, not to mention the billions of people who had been systematically brainwashed to take part in Project Binary's regime. Even though everything should have been back to normal, nothing would be the same after the lights went out.
And before any semblance of order could be brought back at all, something happened that led things further astray.
Before long, people start noticing the orchid colors emanating from the Moon, and people start feeling the low rumble that pervades the Earth, rocking it to its foundations. They can't ignore the massive waves of orchid light coming from the Moon, coming from the sky all around them, lighting up the now-completely visible night sky in ways never thought possible. The governments start noticing as well, and America quickly assembles several classified documents - lists upon lists of objectives and plans Project Binary was to run and, given the situation, execute.
They come across a cabinet full of contingency plans to be initiated in case of many events, some being that Project Binary had succeded in his nefarious tasks, others in that there were successful rebellions against him, others that his plans had failed entirely. Looking for something that could be important to their current situation, the government tries to find any plan that would have activated upon Project Binary's death, any plan that would result in what they assumed he wanted - revenge. And then they find one: plan #901. It details a simple executable known as Project Artemis, that upon activation will... No. No, that can't be right. There's no way that he would actually do that... right? But then they look outside.
The Moon is certainly growing bigger, and the waves emanating from it are growing more intense. If the government doesn't do something quick, this could recieve widespread attention, which would undoubtedly lead to panic. But what can they do? The mass amounts of spaceships Project Binary had had at his disposal all ceased to function if they weren't destroyed outright, as if they couldn't operate without him. There's no way they can get one of their own spacecraft ready in time for what's about to happen, and even if they make it onto the Moon, what will they be able to do? If this plan truly is what's going into action, it is already too late.
The only thing left to do is inform the populace of their ultimate fate.
The rumble on the Moonbase has intensified dramatically over the past few minutes, the sirens continuing unabated, and the red lights shining as bright as ever. Orchid patterns and geometrics begin to shine all around the Moonbase, lighting it up in a sinister orchid glow. Soon, the entire Moon is trapped in this aura, which shines and rebounds across the entire sky, lighting up the Earth as everyone had noticed. And sooner still, the low rumbling intensifies into a shuddering feeling, pushing everyone back to the walls - it's the feeling of being on an airplane about to take off, that feeling of leaving the ground, of moving up and through the air.
The Moon starts to move. Not rotating, not revolving, but moving - right towards the Earth. The millions of people on the Moonbase, most of them just innocent children, realize with sickening certainty what's about to happen, and what Project Artemis means. The Moon is on a crash course with the Earth. The two are going to collide. The panic stops for the most part as everyone realizes there's nothing they can do but watch as the Moon slowly, inexorably, dances towards its home planet. Surely everyone on Earth has noticed the Moon growing bigger by now, and they've noticed the orchid waves across the sky? What will they do? How are they preparing? All these questions and more race through the heads of everyone on board. But thankfully, it looks like the Moon is going to impact Earth at an incredibly slow rate. Maybe it'll only cause damage to the zone it impacted directly. Maybe humanity can rebuild!
Everyone is unprepared when a mechanical monotone laugh is broadcasted over the Moonbase's speakers. The Moon suddenly lurches backwards millions of miles, slamming everyone flat against the walls and knocking most unconscious, and reducing Earth to a speck in the eyes of everyone on the Moonbase. And they're doubly unprepared when the Moon is launched forward at twice that speed, barreling straight through planet Earth in one clean strike.
The force of the impact creates massive shockwaves that rebound across the entire solar system, lights up the sky in massive orchid colors, and above all, destroys the entire planet of Earth. Entire chunks of the planet fly into space nigh-instantly, water becoming vaporized, earth becoming pulverized, everything becoming melted, vanishing without a trace, atmosphere and cloud alike being destroyed as the Earth rips itself apart, the Moon hurtling straight through it and out the other side. It vaporizes the crust, the mantle, the core, and leaves cracks continents wide across the Earth's surface.
And after the Moon has exited Earth, it too breaks up thanks to the force of actually tearing through a full-fleged planet, splintering into chunks, some of which fall back to Earth and impact it even further. The debris from the Earth itself falls as well, impacting the Earth's remaining chunks that begin to float apart like supersized meteors. The Moonbase had been vaporized upon impact, killing everyone on board. And humanity too fell - over seven billion human lives perished as a result of the impact, over the course of only a few minutes. The very planet had broke apart, and billions upon billions of other lifeforms on the planet had all been disintegrated as well.
Very little life remains on the planet, if there's any at all.
The shockwaves from the explosion resonate across the entire universe, energized by pure orchid destruction, screaming across stars and galaxies alike, destroying them as well. The universe splinters, fragments, shatters, itself becoming ripped apart just like the planet that was killed to start off the whole mess. Nearly everything in the universe is extinguished at once, leaving only small parts of it to float around reality in a vague approximation of what was once there.
Universe B has been destroyed.
At the exact moment...
Many dimensions away, in a world of perpetual twilight, in a world of eternal judgement, the parliament has assembled. And they have a problem.
Several weeks ago, the Council of Nine were processing souls into the afterlife of Limbo as normal, going through their list of scheduled participants to cast judgement onto. Yet on that day, something happened that did not go according to the Council's plan, something that was certainly not scheduled by any means at all. A massive portal had opened up in the skies of Limbo, and something that everyone present could only describe as an infinite meteor of scarlet fire descended from the skies, creating an impact that was so potent it nearly destroyed the Council's hall, and could be felt all across reality. When the Council had gone to investigate, they found a crater the size of a city, and realized at once what was capable of such raw destruction.
They just needed to know how the Red Dragon had entered Limbo in the first place - and why. And to that end, the Council has assembled in a land unanchored from time, a land where something that happened several weeks ago could have just as easily happened at the present day - around the time of the Execution itself. The Head Councilman speaks.
Thank you all for assembling on such short notice. I know that many of you were off doing separate tasks, but this meeting is of the utmost importance. I won't bother with when this happened; you all know time doesn't flow naturally here. What we need to discuss is as follows: the Red Dragon has entered Limbo through unknown means. His impact created a giant hole nine layers thick, with the Red Dragon situated at the very bottom. Whatever threw him down there did so with enough force to keep him lodged down there... for a time. We must seek a more permanent solution.
The other Councilmen nod in agreement. The Red Dragon's descent was meteoric, unprecedented, and highly dangerous. They've gotten reports of a number of souls wandering to the Red Dragon's crater and voluntarily falling in, not coming back out in any way, shape, or form, submitting themselves to the Red Dragon's power. If word gets out that there's a possible release from the punishment of Limbo, the whole operation will be through. So they need some way to seal the Red Dragon's hole and ensure that he will never get out.
To this end, I have decided to call upon the Secret himself. I know we haven't contacted him at all for any reason in a long time, but this is so important that I feel we must seek his infinite wisdom and advice. Councilmen, prepare the Fenestrated Wall.
The two Councilmen on the edges of the structure where they stood float off of its surface, moving towards the massive fenestrated wall at the far edge of the hall. Several months ago, it had provided as an indication of how far the Chosen One was coming along in his travels through Antichamber, presented via text adventure format. But since it had been completed, the fenestrated wall had returned to normal, and it could be used to gaze upon anything and anyone. The two Councilmen calibrated the fenestrated wall to view the Secret of the Void, and then activated it, returning to their positions.
After several seconds of silence, and then several more of radio static, a picture began to emerge - a picture of a massive green dragon eye and a large amount of dark teal scaly skin. The Head Councilman turns around to look at the figure - the Secret of the Void itself.
TELL ME, YOU NINE OF ELDERS. WHY HAVE YOU CALLED ME HERE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS TIME? I SENSE GREAT DISTURBANCES IN THE NARRATIVE... WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED, YOU MUST TELL ME QUICKLY. I HAVE A FEELING THERE ARE ISSUES I MUST RESOLVE PERSONALLY.
Oh Greatest of Secrets, thank you for answering our call. We recognize you have no time for formalities, so we shall be blunt if you so desire. The Red Dragon has somehow ended up in Limbo. We suspect it has to do with the Second Godmodding War, but we are not certain as of yet. We seek your presence at Limbo so you can help us create a more permanent prison for the Red Dragon.
AH YES, THE ESCAPE OF BRINE. THE GODMODDER INDEED FREED HIM, AND PROCEEDED TO BECOME MARKED BY HIS POWER, MUCH LIKE HOW HEROBRINE FELL BACK IN THE OLDEN DAYS OF MINECRAFTIA. THE DESCENDANTS FOUGHT THE GODMODDER AND BRINE AND SUCCESSFULLY BEAT THEM BOTH, BUT THEY WERE NOT THE ONES TO SEAL HIM AWAY IN YOUR OWN DIMENSION. NO, THAT WAS THE WORK OF YOUR ANCESTORS. MY CHOSEN FEW.
What? Our... Our ancestors? The Few? But they were robbed of their power long ago, by the Red Dragon himself! How could they have done such a thing?
YOU'RE THE ONES WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE FILES ON EVERYONE WHO WANDERS INTO LIMBO. YOU COULD FIGURE OUT THAT MYSTERY FOR YOURSELF.
Hmm, let's see... Oh. All the godmodders who escaped from our premises when the Descendants opened the Gate... They went on to supercharge the Few? And then the Few would go on to stop the foretold end of the world and trap the Red Dragon here. Isn't that perfect. We should go and have a talk with them. Do they have any idea what a great burden they've left on our shoulders?
OF COURSE THEY DO. THEY WERE CONFIDENT THAT YOU ALL COULD HANDLE IT SUCCESSFULLY. THEY WERE AWARE OF THE CHALLENGES AND RISKS KEEPING A BEING OF SUCH POWER POSES TO THE AFTERLIFE, BUT THEY FELT IT WAS NECESSARY, AND THAT KEEPING IT HIDDEN UNDER MINECRAFTIA WOULD JUST INVITE SOMEONE ELSE TO FREE HIM. THEY DID NOT MAKE SUCH A DECISION WISELY, YOU KNOW. NOW THE ENDERDRAGON HAS NO MOTIVES, NO REASON TO FREE A BROTHER THAT ISN'T EVEN THERE. THE CYCLE OF THE PLAYER HAS BEEN BROKEN, EVEN IF MINECRAFTIA SURVIVES THIS WAR. THEY SACRIFICED MUCH FOR THIS, AND YOU ALL SHOULD DO YOUR BEST TO UPHOLD THEIR DEMANDS.
Alright... We'll do it. We will find a way to keep watch over the Red Dragon. All we ask is your help. Give us that and you can leave us be. We shall take care of the rest... if it is the wish of our ancestors that we do so.
ASK FOR MY HELP AND YE SHALL RECIEVE IT. I AM ON MY WAY.
The image fades back to static and shuts itself off. The Councilmen all look around awkwardly, the Head Councilman putting his head in his hands.
By the Secret's Head... What do our ancestors think they are doing? This gambit by them had better pay off... Ahem. Well then, everyone to the floating platform. We must travel to the Crater at once. Council, disassemble.
The Council of Nine all float away from their structure, floating to a circular pattern embedded in the ground behind them. It lifts out of the ground, large enough so that the nine of them can stand on it in a line. The platform lifts up even further, and after the Head Councilman speaks the phrase "Red Dragon's Crater", the platform vanishes into nothingness.
After a second or two, the floating platform reappears, hovering high above the Crater. It is immensely huge, having left cracks throughout the surface of Limbo for many kilometers, disrupting many landmarks, displacing many souls... And the crater itself is impossibly deep, cutting straight through the nine layers of the ground of Limbo. The very bottom looks like a formless black pit, but the Council knows better. Deep down inside there, the Red Dragon is coiled up, its energy spent. But soon, its energy will return. So they need to act now.
The Council spends several minutes scouting the perimeter of the Crater when they hear the wind whistle and crackle behind them, huge gales soaring straight towards them. Every soul on Limbo scatters, trying to flee from the unimaginable beast flying towards them. The Council greets the beast with reverance - it is the Secret of the Void, a massive dragon with teal scales, piercing green eyes, white horns and spikes all across its body, gargantuan teal wings, and three lime green orbs protruding from its back. Displayed in full color, the Secret isn't bound by the monochrome uniformity of Limbo; neither are all beings of great power that step foot into the realm.
NOW, LET'S SEE WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH HERE. CERTAINLY THIS IS A MASSIVE CRATER... I SUPPOSE YOU WERE PLANNING TO PUT SOME KIND OF SEAL OVER IT. PERHAPS A MORE COMPACT VERSION OF THE NIGH-IMPENETRABLE INFINITY SEAL THAT PROTECTED THE BLACK MONOLITH?
...With all due respect, Greatest of Secrets, the Infinity Seal was broken twice during the Second Godmodding War. Do you think we should look towards it for inspiration? We want to make sure this seal will never be broken. We can't risk it.
YOU HAVE A POINT, NINE OF ELDERS... VERY WELL. THE INFINITY SEAL'S CRAFTMANSHIP IS IMPECCABLE, REFINED TO THE POINT OF PERFECTION. IT WOULD BE AN EXCELLENT PLACE TO START OUR SEAL. BUT TO GIVE IT AN EDGE, I PROPOSE SOMETHING THAT WILL FUEL THIS SEAL'S POWER - MY OWN LIFEFORCE.
I WILL TIE SOME OF MY OWN SOUL TO THIS SEAL, INSURING THAT IT IS PROTECTED AND BLESSED BY MY INFINITE WISDOM, ENSURING THAT NOTHING WILL ESCAPE FROM IT. THE LAST THING WE WANT IS A REPEAT OF THE ECLIPSE.
The Eclipse? Is that what the divine texts call the end of Minecraftia?
YES. SOME OBSCURE MANUSCRIPTS REFER TO IT BY ANOTHER NAME, HOWEVER. BUT THAT KNOWLEDGE IS IRRELEVANT.
Out of curiosity... What do those manuscripts call it?
THE EXECUTION. NOW, AS I WAS SAYING, I WILL BIND A PORTION OF MY SOUL TO THIS SEAL. THE PROCESS WILL TAKE A FAIR BIT OF TIME, BUT UPON COMPLETION, THIS SEAL WILL RANK AMONG THE MOST DURABLE OBJECTS IN ALL OF EXISTENCE. SO, COME. LET US BUILD THIS GRAND LOCK.
The Council of Nine and the Secret of the Void start to work, using the powers of creation and manipulation to construct a massive spike that will be wedged into the very bottom of the ground, sealing the innermost layer of the Crater off from the outside of Limbo. The Secret of the Void's life force will enter the mechanism via the pattern on the top, and if the process is exquisite, it should function as a near-copy of the Secret of the Void itself. At least, in terms of personality. It won't be able to do much other than talk, although it may possess limited mastery over the original's abilities.
After some time, the seal is completed, the Council of Nine preparing to lower it into the ground. All that is left is for the Secret of the Void to detach a portion of its awareness and have it inhabit the seal. But as he does so, everyone in Limbo hears low thuds in the distance. Thuds that start off dull and muted, but gradually grow louder, more encompassing, more powerful. And soon enough, the Council and the Secret see what exactly is making those thuds. And they are all taken aback by surprise.
LOOK AT THAT. THE CONFLICT'S DECIDED TO REUNITE ITSELF? IS THIS WHAT YOUR GRAND MASTERMIND PLAN HAS BEEN ALL ALONG, EMPLOYER?
THE EMPLOYER: WHY 0F C0URSE. THAT'S WHAT THE ENT1RE C0NFL1CT 1S W0RK1NG T0WARDS. MY GAMB1T 1S JUST AN0THER P1ECE 0F THE PUZZLE - AN ADM1TTEDLY LARGE 0NE, H0WEVER. 0RGAN1Z1NG TH1S TR1FECTA WAS N0 EASY TASK. 1 HAD T0 CH00SE MY TARGETS CAREFULLY. M1NECRAFT1A WAS DEF1N1TE, AND S1NCE SCRATCH CREATED ME 1 KNEW ALTERN1A HAD T0 BE THR0WN 1N THE M1X T00. AND THEN 1 TARGETED THE EARTH RESP0NS1BLE F0R P0RT1NG M1NECRAFT1A F0R G00D MEASURE.
THE EMPLOYER: 1 L1NKED THE THREE T0GETHER, AND THEN 1 CREATED AN ARMY 0F PUPPETS T0 D0 MY B1DD1NG, STEER1NG THE SEC0ND G0DM0DD1NG WAR ACR0SS A C0URSE 0F DESTRUCT10N, DEATH, C0RRUPT10N, AND 0BL1V10N. THE ENT1RE WAR, LEAD1NG UP T0 A M0MENT0US EVENT KN0WN AS THE EXECUT10N.
HOW "COINCIDENTAL" THAT YOU WOULD CHOOSE THE FINAL MOMENTS OF YOUR GAMBIT TO BE NAMED AFTER WHAT SCHOLARS BELIEVED THE END OF THE WORLD WOULD BE. YOU COULDN'T HAVE POSSIBLY FORESEEN THAT YOU WOULD HAVE PICKED UP A THIRD PART OF THE CONFLICT, OR THAT YOUR FORMER LEADER WOULD BE DESTROYED, CORRECT? THERE ARE SOME THINGS YOU HAVEN'T FORESEEN.
THE EMPLOYER: THAT 1S TRUE... AND 1 HAD 0R1G1NALLY PLANNED F0R PR1ME, PR0JECT B1NARY AND 1 T0 ALL UN1TE 0UR AVATARS 1NT0 0NE SUPER-SERPENT. BUT PR0JECT B1NARY 1NS1STED THAT WE STEER EVERY0NE T0 EARTH S0 HE C0ULD SUBJUGATE THEM UNDER H1S 0WN ARMY. S0MET1MES 1 W0NDER 1F MY PLAN W0ULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. BUT REGARDLESS, THE SHAD0W HAS BEEN A WELC0ME ADD1T10N T0 0UR MERRY BAND 0F M1SF1TS. AND 1 WAGER WE'LL P1CK UP EVEN M0RE AS WE TRAVEL THR0UGH EX1STENCE!
HERE YOU ARE... THE HIGH AND MIGHTY SECRET OF THE VOID. WE MEET ONCE AGAIN. DO YOU REMEMBER ME FROM THE CATACLYSM WE HAD ALL THOSE EONS AGO?
PERHAPS. YOU ALL WERE ONE GIANT FORCE BACK THEN, HOWEVER. YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LOOKED ANYTHING LIKE YOU DO NOW. THE CONFLICT WAS ALWAYS ACTIVE AND STRAINING, THE OPPOSITE OF THE NARRATIVE... IT TOOK EVERYTHING WE HAD TO SEPARATE YOU. AND ONLY NOW ARE YOU CHOOSING TO REFORM...
NOW IS AN OPPORTUNE TIME. WHAT CAN I SAY? A MULTIVERSAL WAR IS WRAPPING UP, AND IN THE TIME IT WILL TAKE FOR EXISTENCE TO REBUILD, WHO KNOWS? WE COULD BE FURTHER ALONG ON OUR PATH TO TOTAL DOMINATION. BUT WE WON'T BE BRASH ABOUT OUR VICTORIES, NO ONE WILL HEAR MUCH ABOUT THEM AT ALL. NO, NOT AT ALL. EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE. THE ONE WE'RE ABOUT TO SCORE IN THIS VERY DIMENSION. WE'RE TRYING TO GO FOR SUBTLETY HERE, BUT THERE IS A VERY BIG THORN IN OUR SIDE - YOU.
AND I SEE THAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO BIND A PART OF YOUR VERY BEING TO THIS COMPLICATED LOCK. A PROCEDURE THAT, ALTHOUGH HIGHLY EFFECTIVE, RESULTS IN THE HOST BECOMING VERY VULNERABLE WHILE THE PROCEDURE IS GOING ON. HE COULD EASILY BE OPEN TO ATTACK, AND IF HE DIES, THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE THE PROCEDURE WILL FAIL ENTIRELY...
Get on with it, beast of darkness... We haven't got all millenium here.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO LEARN TO BE MORE PATIENT. I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT AN ETERNITY OF JUDGING PEOPLE, MONOTONY AND UNIFORMITY, WOULD HAVE TAUGHT YOU TO WAIT, TO STAND STILL. UNLESS YOU FEAR OF BECOMING JUST LIKE THE SOULS THAT EVENTUALLY FORM HERE? AIMLESS, COLD, DARK? THAT WOULD EXPLAIN A LOT OF THINGS. LIKE WHY YOU FEEL THE NEED TO PRAISE CHOSEN ONES, CREATE MONUMENTS, WATCH PEOPLE ATTEMPT TO CLAIM THEM. BUT FOR WHAT? AMUSEMENT? SOME HIGHER PURPOSE? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THAT HIGHER PURPOSE, YOU "GREAT COUNCIL OF NINE".
...
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. WATCH AND LISTEN. THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT. NOW, HERE'S HOW THIS IS GOING TO GO. WE'RE GOING TO FIGHT YOU, SECRET OF THE VOID. IF YOU WIN, THERE ARE STILL OTHER PARTS OF THE CONFLICT YOU'LL HAVE TO ULTIMATELY ATTEND TO. YOU MIGHT NOT BE AS LUCKY NEXT TIME. AND IF YOU LOSE, WE WILL KILL YOU, WITHOUT A DOUBT. AND WE'LL FREE THE RED DRAGON AS WELL, BRINGING THE NUMBER OF UNIFIED CONFLICT PARTS TO A SUM TOTAL OF FOUR. CHOOSE NOT TO ACCEPT OUR TERMS AND WE'LL KILL YOUR TRUSTED COUNCIL, AND SPRING THE RED DRAGON ANYWAYS WHILE WE'RE AT IT. SO WHAT DO YOU SAY? READY FOR ROUND TWO?
Secret. What do we do? Is it possible that we could lose?
WE HAVE NO CHOICE. WE MUST FIGHT THEM, OR ELSE THIS ENTIRE OPERATION WILL BE FOR NAUGHT. DEFEND ME. I WILL TRY TO ENGAGE THIS SHADOW IN DIRECT COMBAT. TAKE CARE OF BINARY AND THE EMPLOYER. DO NOT FORGET THE POWER YOU HOLD IN THIS REALM.
So be it. Our fates are chosen.
VERY WELL, AGENTS OF CONFLICT. WE SHALL FIGHT YOU. ROUND TWO IT IS.
I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD SAY THAT.
THE EMPLOYER: N0W TH1S 1S WHAT 1 CALL A 0NE LAST F1GHT!
BINARY PRIME: [THE CALLBACKS T0 TH1NGS THAT JUST HAPPENED A FEW M1NUTES AG0 ARE REAL!]
The Shadow readies its superlaser, which crackles with copious amounts of scarlet energy, and channels all its power into a titanic blast of raw destruction, not unlike the same superlaser fired from the actual Incarnate, or from that of the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret Tank. It screams across Limbo, lighting everything up in waves of red, heading straight for the Secret of the Void.
The Secret of the Void opens its mouth, which sizzles with large amounts of lime energy, and channels all its power into a titanic blast of raw destruction, not unlike the same superlaser that it fired to help the combatants of the First Godmodding War in their final hour. It screams across Limbo, lighting everything up in waves of green, heading straight for the Shadow.
And then, after a second or two of the beams rushing towards each other, they collide in the middle, lighting up the sky with massive red and green shockwaves that pulsate and rebound across the entirety of Limbo, creating cracks and crevices in the ground where there were none, collapsing towers, villages, castles, mountains... Tendrils of energy splinter off and fall back in the middle of the energy beam tug-of-war, with the Shadow struggling to stay balanced and the Secret of the Void's draconic form winding through the air.
The Council of Nine moves to the back of the Secret of the Void, trying to oversee the soulbinding procedure and also defending the three glowing green orbs that power the Secret of the Void's beam. Not a second after they get into the position, two figures blip into existence in front of them - the Employer and Binary Prime. The Council recognizes instantly that the two are planning to attack the Secret of the Void at his most vulnerable spot - the orbs. So the Council mobilizes, creating massive amounts of defensive shields, arrays, and traps to slow the Binaries down.
It works at first, but the Binaries soon bypass all their defenses. The Council of Nine are nearly invincible in their home realm, so making sure they stay alive won't be much of an issue. It will be making sure they win that will. The Council throws leagues of powerful attacks against the Binaries that seemingly do damage, although the Council suspects that most of it is superficial, a fear that is confirmed when the Binaries shrug them off unimpeded. The two chase the Council of Nine back and prepare to strike on the first orb.
Suddenly, the Council realizes what they can do that will really hurt the two Binaries - code-based attacks. Going into the files they undoubtedly have on the Binaries, they change the coding and programming of them to replace every mention of a zero or one into a two, using their dark and manipulative magics to reflect these changes onto the actual Binaries! They promptly spasm out with horrified expressions, warping with missing textures and missing numbers, glitching out and corrupting intensely. The Shadow sees the ruckus and activates the other weaponry on the Incarnate, firing tons upon tons of missiles, lasers, railguns, ammunition, cannonballs, and every other concievable projectile you can think of.
The Council is able to disintegrate or deflect a large chunk of the projectiles, and the Secret of the Void's power gets rid of another chunk, but there are still a good amount of projectiles able to slip past the Council's defenses, just like the fiasco with the godmodder escapees back in Trial 4... They impact the Secret of the Void, not harming his scaly skin but dealing damage to the three orbs on his back... His green energy beam flickers and fades slightly, the red energy beam pushing forwards...
Panicking, the Council of Nine redoubles their efforts as the Binaries recover from the code onslaught that they had been trapped in! The two serpents roar, rushing towards the Council - and over their heads! The Council looks at where the two are going - right for the seal, which is still in the middle of the soulbinding process! If they interrupt it now, it could fail completely! The Council teleports to the seal in an effort to defend it, but they see the two Binaries fade away... They were just copies! The real ones were still by the Secret of the Void, preparing another massive onslaught against the orbs! The Council prepares to fight them tooth and nail!
But it is too late. The Employer and Binary Prime, in a joint assault, decimate the Secret of the Void's orbs completely, causing the glowing green aura around the massive dragon to abruptly stop. The beam emanating from the Secret's mouth flickers, fades, and vanishes entirely. The last thing the Secret of the Void ever sees is a rush of red that encircles and spirals around him, incinerating his body. Yet in this moment of clarity, the Secret is able to devote his entire being to the soulbinding, finishing it.
Charred and ruined in the middle of the beam, the Secret of the Void's life is sapped away, the Council of Nine and the two Binaries only narrowly managing to escape its wrath. The Shadow, despite having no mouth at all, cackles maniacally as the superlaser in the middle of his chest erupts into a massive plume of energy that stretches across the ground and the sky, engulfing the seal as well - which manages to lock itself into place, securing its indestructibility. The sky lights up with scarlet, red shockwaves pealing across all of Limbo, and perhaps beyond.
THE SECRET OF THE VOID IS DEAD. AT LONG LAST. YOU TWO. CUT OFF HIS HEAD AND LET IT BE SEEN BY ALL IN THE VOID. I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS. I WANT TO LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT THE CREATOR IS NO MORE. REMEMBER, YOU COUNCIL, HOW I SAID THERE WOULD BE ONLY ONE TIME WHERE WE WOULD OUTRIGHT TELL EVERYONE ABOUT OUR DEEDS? THAT TIME WOULD BE RIGHT NOW. FEEL FREE TO LOOK AWAY IF YOU HAVE AN AVERSION TO GORE. IF YOU HAVE SUCH AN AVERSION, HOWEVER, I WONDER WHY YOU PICKED THIS JOB.
The Employer's eye shines with white light, which suddenly intensifies itself into hard-light, turning into a massive yet extremely thin wall of light that decapitates the Secret of the Void, splattering purple blood all across Limbo.
NO! GREATEST OF SECRETS, IT CAN'T BE!! YOU MUSTN'T DIE NOW! BY THE SECRET'S HEAD, THAT EXPLETIVE FINALLY MAKES SENSE! EVERYONE PANIC! THIS IS THE DARKEST DAY IN HISTORY!
As none of them look away, the Council of Nine mourns the Secret of the Void's death, sobbing, yelling, or just staring in disbelief. The Employer envelops the Secret of the Void's head in an orchid aura, and the Shadow - who had since stopped his beam, even though the sky was still filled with scarlet by its power - raises his hand, creating a massive portal of liquid darkness to throw the Secret's head into. The Employer obliges, depositing the Secret's head into it, where it disappears. The Shadow chuckles once more.
I WOULD CALL THIS A SUCCESS. ONE OF THE BIGGEST OBSTACLES TO OUR PLAN HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF. YOU NINE SHOULD BE GLAD WE'RE SPARING YOU. THE ERADICATION OF LIMBO ISN'T SOMETHING WE DESIRE JUST YET, ALTHOUGH IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO HAVE THE RED DRAGON BE FREED FROM HIS PRISON. NO, WE'LL COME BACK LATER FOR YOU... BUT FOR NOW, LET THIS SEND A MESSAGE, ACROSS ALL CORNERS OF REALITY. WE WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW, FROM EVERY ELDRITCH ABOMINATION TO EVERY RIGHTEOUS WARRIOR, FROM EVERY DARK MAGE TO EVERY INNOCENT PUFFBALL. OH YES, WE WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW...
The three Agents of the Conflict merge into darkness and disappear, the Shadow's last words ringing in the ears of the Council.
...THE SECRET OF THE VOID HAS BEEN EXECUTED.
Before the beginning, and after the end...
The Council of Nine's platform hovers in the air above the Sealed Crater. No one speaks at all, keeping to themselves. The Secret of the Void... was gone. The only thing that remained was the small portion of his soul left in that Seal, and whether or not it could talk at all remained to be seen. The Secret certainly wouldn't be sent to Limbo upon death, nor any other afterlife - what sort of afterlife would God be sent to, after all? So the Council of Nine sat and waited for nothing at all, asking themselves the same question in their heads, over and over and over.
Where did we go so wrong?
Meet Flumpty Bumpty.
Flumpty Bumpty is a sentient egg who is immune to the plot and can transcend time and space. Flumpty Bumpty loves kidnapping people and forcing them to play games with him. If they survive, they become his best friend! If they don't, well, Flumpty's got room for corpses in the basement. Flumpty Bumpty did a lot of bad things when he was alive, and he's pretty sure making a dinosaur beast stitched together from human corpses ranked near the top of that list. Or maybe it was pushing that kid off of that skyscraper that one time? Hey, what could he say? He wanted to see if she would splat like an egg when she fell down. Turns out she did, sort of? Not really.
Flumpty Bumpty doesn't want to talk about how he died. It brings up bad memories for him. He'd prefer to talk about how he lived, and all the murderous/comedic escapades he took part in! But unfortunately for Flumpty Bumpty, this isn't a story about his life. This is a story about his death. Or at the very least, what happened afterwards.
After Flumpty Bumpty died, he saw himself standing in a court beneath a council of nine elders. They rattled on about some things Flumpty Bumpty had done during his life, and after Flumpty realized they were only talking about the bad things he had done and not what little good he did, he realized pretty quickly that he wasn't in heaven. He was in hell. The council sentenced Flumpty to an eternity spent wandering the concrete halls of the afterlife he had gotten himself into, a place called Limbo. Unfortunately for Flumpty, the council was very strict with him, and he couldn't use any of his powers except flying and some limited teleportation.
The first thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was take a tour around Limbo. The tour guide was this really dejected looking person called Isaac who was always crying for whatever reason. One of the last stops on the tour was the Gates of Limbo, a series of gates that marked the beginning and end of Limbo and were guarded by the menacing Limbo Gatekeeper, who was perfectly capable of double-killing anyone who tried to escape. Flumpty lingered around that Gate and swore to himself that he would make a promise - that he would, one day, escape Limbo.
And he did. Make that promise, that is.
The second thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was learn that the landscapes of Limbo were based around the memories of places you had went to when you were alive, and that over time, Limbo would sap the very life force from you, making you become an empty shell with no memory at all. Flumpty Bumpty was already pretty much an empty shell if you discounted what was actually inside of him (and you don't really want to know the answer to that). Once he learned that, Flumpty realized that Limbo had purpose, and that was to live your life over again. So, the third thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was create a facsimile of his greatest achievement - a tourist attraction called Flumpty's House of Horrors.
Back when he was alive, Flumpty Bumpty made the House under the pretense of scaring the socks off of people. But in actuality, he would use it to kidnap people and have them try and survive being relentlessly stalked by him until he either killed them or they survived for six hours. Usually they died, until one person actually made it through, and Flumpty made him his best friend, as I just said in the second paragraph. What's more, Flumpty got his friends (Birthday Boy Blam, Grunkfuss the Clown, and the Beaver) and some people he met on the spot (the Redman (who fell in lava and lived, kind of) and Golden Flumpty (don't ask)) to join in on the fun, and they stalked the unlucky participant too! When he died, Flumpty rebuilt his beloved attraction and waited for some wayward soul to wander in and unwittingly participate in Flumpty's insane excuse for a game.
The fourth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was find out that his friends and the people he had met had made it to Limbo too. The fifth thing he did was get them to join in on the action on Flumpty's House of Horrors, reuniting the old gang. And the sixth thing he did was open the place for business. It was great fun for everyone involved except the victim, and Flumpty could still do what he did best - teleport around haphazardly, scare the hell out of people, and kill them. It worked perfectly on ghosts and other lost souls too, so that was a plus.
The seventh thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was stalk a guy. A guy named Irecreeper.
Flumpty Bumpty saw Irecreeper walking across Limbo one day and disappeared before he could be seen. Flumpty Bumpty soon learned that Irecreeper was a Descendant, a great and powerful figure who was off fighting in a multiversal war. He also learned that they were fighting the Limbo Gatekeeper himself, in an attempt to open the Gates of Limbo and escape. Flumpty saw this as his big chance, his chance to deliver on that promise and actually leave. But it was too late - the Gatekeeper had died and although the players and some godmodders escaped, the Gate had been closed.
The eighth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was find out that the Descendants were still in Limbo, just shadow clones that were controlled by the real things. Flumpty tracked down the whereabouts of every clone, and then he learned that Irecreeper was busy digging underground. Why? Flumpty had no idea. But he did have a plan. He closed up shop and moved the entire House of Horrors underground, where he knew Irecreeper would find it. And find it he did. Ultimately, Irecreeper went across a tunnel that opened up right into the House of Horrors' office.
But when Irecreeper had entered that office, he had gone into the future thanks to Limbo's warped sense of time and space. He had gone to a point in time where Flumpty was absent from his House of Horrors, and when he went into a hallway, he promptly met Birthday Boy Blam, who confirmed that Flumpty was gone. When Irecreeper returned to the office, however, he traveled back to the present - a point in time where Flumpty was still in his House of Horrors. And it just so happened that Flumpty Bumpty was waiting for Irecreeper to appear, waiting for the right time to strike. And strike he did. Flumpty Bumpty loomed in the doorway, trying to become the spitting image of horror and evil.
The ninth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was choke on some thyme.
Irecreeper had come prepared. He had this bottle of secret spice or something. Flumpty swore that it said "Waluigi Thyme", but he wasn't sure of it. Irecreeper had pinned him down and had emptied what spice there was left in the bottle right into Flumpty's mouth. The bottle was only a quarter of the way full, but that was certainly enough to get a reaction from Flumpty. He sputtered, gagged, and was consumed by purple energy. Flumpty couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and he could barely think at all. But he knew he had been imbued with power - great power at that. Enough power to slip past the limits of Limbo and to unlock his true potential once more, maybe grow even stronger than he ever had been.
The tenth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was prepare an ultimate attack. His very eggshell cracked, revealing liquid darkness beneath its surface, a mouth that dripped and oozed and revealed untold horrors, and piercing purple eyes that reflected with the infinite wisdom of the Waa. Purple light shone radiantly from Flumpty's shell, light that took up nearly the entire office. Irecreeper stepped back in horror, the office momentarily being replaced with a formless purple void. But just as it seemed like Flumpty was about to unleash the attack, boom. He was knocked unconscious by the sheer strain of it.
The eleventh thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was wake up. When Flumpty woke up, he realized that he now he had full control of his powers. He could sense it somehow. He knew by intuition alone that the shadow clones had been discontinued, leaving Flumpty with no way to kick off his new dinohuman using the corpse of a Descendant. But he knew that now he could transcend time and space and then some. He had unlocked his full powers, and more powers he couldn't have dreamt of having. Flumpty Bumpty was able to do whatever he wanted, without anyone knowing.
And above all, Flumpty Bumpty now looked like the type of thing you would never want to find in a dark alleyway.
Flumpty wagered that he could use this power to travel back in time, back to when the Descendants had killed the Gatekeeper (who had undoubtedly reformed since then) and opened up the Gates of Limbo. If nothing else, it was worth a try. Flumpty Bumpty activated his powers of spacetime transcendence, wrapping himself in purple light, and teleported out of the House of Horrors amidst a column of purple energy, bypassing all the defenses Irecreeper had constructed. Flumpty burst out of the ground, floating at insane speeds towards the Gates - whose location he still remembered after all those weeks. Where he moved, a trail of purple fire was left in his wake.
Flumpty sped across space and time, rewinding the clock to the exact second the players defeated the Gatekeeper and the Gates were opened. And as he did so, counteracting Limbo's natural power of temporal scrambling, he changed the voicemail on his phone. Normally Flumpty had always picked up the phone, so if anyone called him and heard this new message, then his plan would have worked. And normally Flumpty was clear and to the point with his messages to his victims, so if anyone heard this message while somehow playing a game with him, then his plan would also have worked. And so, the twelth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was leave a message on his phone.
"Hi! I'm Flumpty Bumpty. I'm an egg. I'm immune to the plot and I can transcend time and space! Now that you know that, I don't really have anything else to say except for the fact that I'm not here right now! If you're hearing this, then my plan worked!"
When Irecreeper went into the future, he would go to the House of Horrors after Flumpty had left for the Gates, and he heard that message. Everyone else still left in the House of Horrors heard the message too, recognizing that Flumpty had left, and that if he was to ever return, they would be ready. They would all be ready. But if Flumpty's plan actually worked, he would never return. He would never ever go back to that sickening land of monochrome colors.
Flumpty neared the Gates and saw them open. Recognizing his chance, he surged forwards, fighting past the Descendants and the godmodders who went through.
And at long last, Flumpty kept his promise. Everyone who escaped Limbo that day was a godmodder. Everyone but one.
The thirteenth thing Flumpty Bumpty did after he died was live again.
At the exact moment...
Immediately after the chemotherapy of an entire universe, GodCraft is standing strong, still remaining in the middle of a massive green aura - an aura that symbolizes hope, tenacity, and faith in the restoration of reality after the war. The people left on the cubic world are resting easily knowing that the last of the trials is behind them.
Everyone is left staring at the orchid diamond of light that represents the last spot where Project Binary ever stood. It shines brilliantly, lighting up the sky with dull orchid colors that can just barely be seen against the diminishing green aura of Chemotherapy. True to the Shadow's word, it has shrunk since Build unleashed its power on Project Binary, but it is still visible. It and the orchid diamond serve as a reminder of how things used to be only a few minutes ago - back during the war.
But now, the war is over - at long last. There's nothing left for anyone to do on GodCraft, no reason to stick around at all. Everyone realizes with glee and newfound hope what this means - they can finally, for the first time in nearly two years, log off of GodCraft and free themselves. Every real self still stationed on the Twinmobile moves their hand over the ESC key on their keyboards and presses it, hoping to bring up the pause menu and log out. But nothing happens. Then they try to open up Task Manager - but nothing happens. They find this odd. Both tasks were possible on GodCraft, they just wouldn't let you leave GodCraft... So why can't they use them now?
Those on the Twinmobile find that their usage of Minecraft avatars has been impaired to say the least. They can't walk around, they can't jump, sneak, fly, hit or use anything. The only things they can do are look around, reposition their limbs while remaining in the same spot they were just in, and talk. Everyone looks at each other, scared out of their minds, hoping the Minecraftians of the bunch will have better luck. But they're having similar problems. The Minecraftians can't do much of anything at all as well, and they're just as stuck as the avatars. What's more, every Descendant has a noticeable glitching effect around them.
Soon, everyone realizes that they actually can walk, just not for very long. Whenever a Descendant tries to move, they're almost instantly snapped back to where they started, like in the beginning of Survival Games, how everyone is chained to one spot before the game actually begins. No one tries to move fairly quickly after that. Build and Split realize the plight of the Descendants fairly quickly, turning around to look at all of them. Build begins to worry.
Oh no. No no no... I was afraid of this happening.
Afraid of what? That everyone's heads are starting to spaz out so much that it looks like they're about to fall off entirely?
NO! Split, this isn't the time for jokes! Every one of you, assuming you can hear me, listen to me very carefully.
It looks like Minecraftia has destabilized so much that it's become corrupt to the core. Everything anyone's ever done to destabilize the game has all added up, and now, with the death of Project Binary, it looks like Minecraftia has been destroyed completely. The universe's code is corrupt, tripping over itself, causing glitches left and right. And now it's not even allowing any of you to move. This effect will spread to me, to Split, to your real life selves, the Twinmobile, and then this server. Ultimately, the entire universe will become corrupted, and Minecraftia... won't exist.
The Fourth Wall's destruction, Zero Hour, the Scratch, the Arrival, the Glitch, the Vord Invasion, the Eclipse, the Mate, and now this... Everything and more has all resulted in this outcome. We were going to try and rebuild Minecraftia once everything returned to normal, right? Hahaha. We were stupid to even think there would be a normal to return to. If any of you could use your computers long enough to try and make a new world, you wouldn't be able to. You wouldn't even be able to play on existing worlds at all. I bet Minecraft wouldn't even be able to load.
This corruption is starting at GodCraft, but it's going to spread across every world and every server fairly quickly. As my aura of chemotherapy fades, this glitchiness is only going to get worse, so we need to act now. We need to take every Minecraftian, get them on the Twinmobile, and get out of Minecraftia as soon as possible. Split, you and I should... should. ...
Uh. Greenie? What's going on in there? Greenie? Greenie? ... ... Build?
oh no
What now--
no no no no no no no no no no no no no
OH MY GOD NO
NO WAY THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING
...Build? Are you--
OH YEAH SPLIT I BET YOU'D LOVE THIS HUH? I BET YOU'D LOVE THAT UNIVERSES A AND B ARE GONNA BE WIPED OUT!!
...
what
YEAH! TURNS OUT THAT THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN IN ABOUT, OH I DON'T KNOW, FOUR MINUTES! THIS IS JUST PERFECT!
THE ONLY THING I EVER WANTED TO DO WAS GO BACK TO MY HOME! NOT BE A FELON! FIX THE PLANET'S POWER! BECOME A HERO AGAIN! AND THEN WHEN ALL THAT WAS DONE, JUST GO BACK TO NORMAL AND FORGET ANY OF THIS EVER HAPPENED! I'M SICK OF IT, I'M SICK OF IT ALL!
I... I never wanted to be a First Guardian! Never! Never asked for it, no one ever asked me if I wanted to be one! But it happened anyway, and I was stuck with this crappy job of writing a game on a forum somewhere! Oh, and billions of lives hang on the balance with every word I say, isn't that GREAT?? I wanted to see my FAMILY again, my FRIENDS again! Maybe Project Binary had them executed, I don't know! And now I'll NEVER KNOW!
And it turns out that the Secret of the Void is DEAD! You know? That thing that SAVED OUR ASSES LAST GAME? IT'S DEAD! Something, somewhere, actually had the power to kill it! I don't want to deal with this crap ANY MORE! I don't want to die because of this thing that can kill GODS!
Oh my god, uh, okay. Build? Build. Just calm down, alright? We're supposed to be-
NO! I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING OR WHATEVER'S RIGHT! NOT ANYMORE! MY ENTIRE JOB AS A GAME MASTER WAS TO MAKE SURE THIS STORY ENDED SUCCESSFULLY! Sure, the Godmodder's unconscious, but guess who's gonna wake up at the end of this Shatter?? One of the Godmodder's personalities! Who will PROMPTLY KILL US ALL!! Sure, we killed Project Binary, but now the Conflict, THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, is reforming! And look what we JUST DID TO MINECRAFTIA! And look what HE did to EARTH! MY HOME! OUR HOME! EARTH'S WHERE YOU WERE BORN, DAMMIT! WHY AREN'T YOU UPSET BY ALL THIS! OH YEAH, I FORGOT! YOU'RE A CANCER, NOT A HUMAN! WHY DIDN'T CHEMOTHERAPY KILL YOU TOO, HUH???
Whoa, uncalled for! What happened to me being a vague approximation of a brother? Build, look. You really need to calm down, alright? This isn't helping anyone! (Since when was I the voice of reason, god.)
No, I'm not helping anyone! And I doubt I ever HAVE helped anyone! Have I done anything other than be a plot device? A plot device that's failed at his job?? I'm just a giant Mary Sue is what I am, and you know it! YOU have more character development than me, and YOU CAME AFTER ME! I'M THE ORIGINAL! ME!
SO WHY ARE YOU BETTER THAN ME AT EVERYTHING??
...
No answer, huh? Then I guess you've come to the same conclusion I have! That all of this is... it's... it's all. My. Fault.
I should have been there to help Earth. I should have thought of a better plan. I don't want to know how many people died because I turned out the power. I should have led all of you to Universe A for a sidequest, one that WASN'T corrupted by Scratch. Maybe we could have helped those kids? Maybe we could have stopped the moon from crashing into Alternia? No. The core of it is that I'm just a terrible Game Master, isn't it.
People like you. They want to hear more from you, Split. You're intriguing to them in a sick and twisted way. Does anyone want to hear more of me? What have I done besides drag out the story with flashy BS? I've provided mechanics, and they were cool in theory, but in practice they just... ended up being overpowered and unfun. The long and short of it is... Sigh. Alright, fine. I'm admitting it.
I failed.
...
There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!?
Caught up in his hysterics, Build fails to notice that the corruption has slipped past the point of no return for the Descendants. They are all stuck repeating the last actions they ever took, over and over and over, wondering what to do, talking and screaming amongst themselves, watching Build's outbursts, reacting in kind. Whatever they were doing, that's all they'll ever do. Split sees it happening, and then his eyes go wide as he sees the same thing happen to Build.
There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!? There. You heard me! I said it! I FAILED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, HUH? WHAT MORE?? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU, NOTHING LEFT TO SAY! WHAT! MORE! DO! YOU! WANT?!?
And so on, and so forth. After staring at the sad display for several seconds and seeing Build become corrupted beyond belief and repair, Split just sighed and tore his eyes away from his brother, gazing off into the sky. He faintly registered that he wasn't being corrupted either, but he was too tired to care. He just wanted everything to be over with. Build was right. He had failed. But Split didn't want to tell him that much. And now he would never have to.
The green aura that was once protecting GodCraft fades away completely, and soon, too soon, the Twinmobile slips under the influence. It is corrupted beyond recognition, its frame twisting and warping as pure glitch consumes it - and everyone inside. The Descendants have lost. They have failed. They are over. The only thing left standing amidst it all is Godmodder Soul, whose body is still dully flickering between those same four colors, staying alive after going through so much.
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Alright, folks. This is... this is the weirdest thing I think I've ever seen on this server. But I like it. Because if you see one of these, anywhere, for any reason, you just know something big's about to go down. The sky's painted all menacingly orchid, and hovering in the middle of that diamond where Project Binary died is... Are you ready for this?
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Destroy the Godmodder 2: Operator will conclude on September 1st, 2015. It's been a wild ride, and I mean that sincerely. I thank anyone and everyone who's played this game, and especially those who have kept on playing until this very day in order to read this series of posts. Thank you all for your time.
Stay tuned.
Theeggisnotdeadtheeggisnotdeadtheeggisnotdeadtheeggisnotdeadloosethreadintheplotworldsunravelingtheendcomes.
((Note: Any and all of this is completely uncanon/false at the discretion of anyone who cares. It just seemed like a nice way to be meaningfully cryptic.))
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Well, that took a while to get through.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
I Summon A TOTMG And He Shoots The Godmodder Forever
If you had read the note at the beginning of this game you would have seen that the game is over and you can't join at this point.
Wow. That was AMAZING.
It's High Noon
Welp.
I assume that something happens and we all end up surviving, because you let us actually have finales to our characters.
Otherwise I think everyone would probably be flipping out.
Only thing I have to say...
welp, crap.
EDIT: Actually, everyone go discuss EoA4 on the DTG forums, where there is already a thread.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I stare over the war-torn battlefield, as I randomly somehow joined as I took a break from the Terraria side of things. This could've been the work of only many powerful beings. A malicious grin appears on me. Mwheheheh, until next time.
I just took the Minecraft Noob test! Check out what I scored. Think you can beat me?!
To take the test, check out
http://minecraftnoobtest.com/test.php
War, war never changes.
The Beginning.
http://technoterra.myminicity.com
"If only I had not destroyed the Perfect Sphere. If only..."
(The Perfect Sphere was designed from the start to handle an apocalypse like this one, complete with an infallible Anti-Glitch Shield.)
Oh, and for the record, I fired a Weath Ray shot at the Shadow when it first appeared. The Shadow's form let it regenerate the damage instantly, but still.
[O_O]
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
[CELESTIAL WARNING SYSTEM: 3 Universes, located at (Locked to mortal eyes), (Cannot be accessed), and (Security Clearance Insufficient), are about to be destroyed in approximately four minutes. The current mortal death toll has been estimated as about 7.3 billion and counting. 1 Universe of these, currently referred to as "Universe C", is currently housing a known celestial figure. Full details of this figure are currently printing, and will be finished in about 4.6351 seconds. The currently recommended action is to call up the superior of the figure if applicable and await further instruction. If no response is found, immediately assume standard safety protocol and collect eyewitness information when figure is safe.]
[The details have been finished. The file can be accessed below.]
Name: Pit Icarus
Gender: Male
Status: Appears to be glitched in some form. Will require medical attention after recovery from "Universe C".
Notable Actions: Has killed a being known as "Doc Scratch", notable for being labeled a "First Guardian" and being very powerful, maybe even more so then certain gods.
Location in "Universe C": (DATA EXPUNGED)
Higher-Up: Palutena, Goddess of Light
Other Connections: Twinbuilder ("First Guardian" of "Universe C"), Richard _____ (Known for being an Omega+ Godmodder, Pit has assisted in defeating this person), About 35 other players (Other participants of the fight against Richard)
Safety: 0%
Awating response from Palutena...
Still glitching, I slowly turn my head to look at the rest of the players.
"Guys? If anyone has a trick to pull out of their butt, NOW WOULD BE THE TIME! They no-selled my Reason You Suck Speech!"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."
Guy, please just stop. No one can do anything right now, the game is over in terms of doing things.
My pose during the glitching scene is in the middle of taking a selfie, just to add some humor to the otherwise grimdark scene.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
I remain glitched in the effort to activate my emergency teleporter. It's unknown, currently, whether I actually managed it at any point in the various glitch/revert sequences.
Well, not me, but my avatar, at the very least.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
I know, just putting a bit of dialogue in there, that's all. I wish to contribute something to this ending.
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."