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I think I'll stay with the AG-s until something particularly drastic happens, or, just not convert at all. I think that being a PG might be more fun, but I have no idea.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
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Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
Far away, armies are gathering.
On the edges of the server, money changes hands.
Ideas enter new minds.
Forces gather.
The growing tension is tangible.
The recent events of the Homestuck invasion were just the beginning.
And as hard to believe as it may seem, everyone knows it.
And almost everyone acknowledges it.
Armies gathering together.
Some from other universes, wanting a hand in what may be the most important war in the history of the multiverse so far.
Some removed from their home, merely wanting the chaos to end.
Some for money or power.
And some for the heck of it.
But they all know what is coming.
They gather for the endgame.
For the Apocalypse.
For Ragnarok.
Because, in the words of a long lost prophecy.
Armageddon days are here again.
And everyone had best be ready for it.
I think I'll stay with the AG-s until something particularly drastic happens, or, just not convert at all. I think that being a PG might be more fun, but I have no idea.
/null
Yes, it's very fun.
You should definitely join the PGs.
Much fun here.
Yes.
/null, is there even a point of doing this right now
Guys! There seems to be some confusion. This may be an intermission, but all off-topic stuff should actually be in the forge thread (I'll admit I'm a little guilty on that part). Similarly, story posts should go in this thread where people will see them. From now on, all the off-topic stuff should be in the off-topic thread. There shouldn't be anything but story posts here until the intermission ends.
Well, it seems that I've got a pesterlog with K4yne.
-- armageddonsConductor [AC] began pestering grumpyCentaur [GC] -- AC: Hello K4yne GC: Hi there. AC: May I ask, where you have all gone to? AC: All I can find is a massive crater. GC: I have taken refuge somewhere in a hole. As for the others, I have no idea. AC: I see. AC: May I ask what your intentions are? GC: Waiting for the war to continue. Then winning the war. Finding a way back to MY mansion. In that order. AC: Winning the war for whom? AC: What is your purpose in fighting for the godmodder? GC: My class is Medic. I thought my role as a support for Richards forces was clear. AC: I mean, what is your motivation? GC: Motivation? I guess getting the best out of a war that could change the world during participation. Also, as soon as Richard wins, we at least won't have it worse. AC: As soon as he wins? AC: I can assure you. AC: He loses. GC: I want to see the scientific paper with an official stamp from GOD that he loses. And even if he loses, it'll only get worse. With an even worse person. AC: Do you know that this is the second war? AC: If the godmodder were to ever somehow win AC: It would be the last one. AC: As far as I know, he never wins. GC: What fact does you give clarity that there won't be a third war? And, if i have been counting correctly, this is the third appearance of a godmodder. AC: No. not the third appearance of a godmodder. AC: There are many godmodders. AC: This is the second war of this godmodder. AC: The second one to have a profound effect upon the multiverse. AC: The second one involving the narrative. GC: The thread always continues. there are a lot godmodders. And it will be only a set amount of time until the next multiverse thread appears even if Richard loses. AC: I didn't say he loses permanently. AC: I just said he never wins. AC: And the third war has already begun solidifying itself in the timeline. GC: As far as we are now, i consider myself only merely a particle in everything that has happened or will happen. But i will at least make it count. In K4yne Round 2. AC: There is a more effective way than siding with Richard. GC: Alright. Pitch it to me. I give you that chance. AC: I'll start with a rhetorical question. AC: Do you know what I have been doing? GC: You are basically building something together. But aren't you working something out because of the entre clown expo showing up? AC: Not just something. It is part of a plan. AC: But no, the clowns are here because of me. AC: Not the other way around. AC: What I meant. AC: Was do you know anything of what I am doing away from the battlefield. GC: I am running through the protocol K4yne Round 2 V.1.14 atm, so i am not really inclined in your matters unless they directly intertwine with my work. AC: I've created a power vaccuum. AC: There are countless worlds beyond minecraft. AC: And now, there is very little protecting them. GC: So a great amount of power can bring down everything known to man. Brilliant. AC: Not just to man. AC: But to everyone and everything. AC: However, AC: There are some things here that would be... AC: beneficial. AC: To my cause. AC: Perhaps I could rely on you? GC: On what conditions? And what do you want me to do anyway? AC: To the first; what do you want in return? AC: To the second: your assistance. AC: You do not need to side with me completely. AC: But from time to time I will need some... AC: discretionary help. GC: I want MY manor. And access to it at all costs. I have no idea if its damaged or anything, so if i go out of this war made a man with a manor of that size of Scratch's, then we have a deal. AC: Where is your manor? AC: I'm sure that access to it would be quite easy to grant. GC: I get a manor. Preferably like Scratch's. That's basically it. AC: I can give you that. AC: I will in fact let you detail the plans to some architects I know. AC: Once you've upheld your end of the bargain. AC: Do we have a deal? GC: Well the Mister Fiction 500. deal. AC: Fare well. GC: Seeyas. AC: I will call upon you in the near future. -- armageddonsConductor [AC] ceased pestering grumpyCentaur [GC] --
This is a tale of extremes, dear reader. It is a tale of adventure, excitement, and most of all, war. This is my story, and the reasoning behind this will become evident very shortly. By the time you will have read this, the events that took place in this book will have happened decades ago, from my perspective, but only a few short years ago from yours. Again, the reasoning behind this will become apparent shortly.
Oh. That's right. Conventional storytelling dictates that, this being a first-person Narrative, I should tell you my name. I'll reveal my name throughout this prologue, so that you can piece together my true nature throughout it. Revealing it all at once would be a bit of a spoiler.
My first name is πρώτα. I am aware that I described my name to you in a language that is defunct in your culture now, so if you were to translate this through your language, it would be something like "first", as I am the first of my kind. The first Godmodder. This allows me to sculpt reality however I see fit. Time and space are completely within my realm of control. I can react to attacks instants after they happen, and in most cases, before they even happen at all.
I am writing this so that those who are destined to read it can do so. The Descendants. If you are a Descendant yourself, then good job. This was meant to fall into your hands. And if you do not know what I mean by Descendant, then perhaps you yourself are not one, in which case you should put this book down. If you are a Descendant, then this book will revolve around your Ancestor. In which case, your Ancestor is a being much like you in similar ways, who led a very similar life to you. They share aspects of your personality and appearance, and you share some of theirs as well. You are following, in many ways, an duplicate of their lives, and it is all my doing.
I suppose I should start from the beginning.
I come from the Northwestern Province of the First Face of Minecraftia, a universe hidden deep in the depths of time and space, skipped over by many for eons due to the chaotic nature regarding its formation. I lived my life, I played by the rules, along with everyone else in my humble village. That is, until some brazen fool under the influence of Herobrine opened a Nether Portal and unleashed hordes of demons into the area.
Nearly everyone died. Everyone except me, and another person. We were both outliers, humans in a Tesficate-ruled Village. The other one saved the Village from attack in his youth, thanks to the guidance of an Iron Golem. He would go on to become Player XIV, Steve Cubit. I would go on to become nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.
The rest of my life was spent wandering across the provinces in despair, cursing at the Gods, high in their Palace of Mojang, and cursing at the Demons of the Nether. I made temporary shelters only to break them down at midnight at charge at monsters. I went to countless villages, only to steal their jewels and leave. I explored a whole face of the six that made up my world. My journeys were many. I uncovered things that no one had before me. I found manuscripts written by scholars, scribes, and archaeologists. In doing so, I uncovered legends that had been untold by any tongue for centuries.
I had become wise beyond my years, dreaming of the Quests of the Player, traveling to a bleached desert to stop the evil Ender Dragon, while the Player himself accomplished those very deeds.
After all my struggles, I resolved to return to my village, fighting through gales and lightning, tackling any monster I found and slicing them apart. When I entered the Plains it resided in, I found nothing. A sinkhole. A gaping pit. The village had been destroyed, but that was not the worst part. Above it was a tear. A magnificent, ancient tear in space and time, leaking some hellish monstrosity. I went to it, and I stared it in the face. I stared God in the face that day. It was a hellish thing spawned from Void, raptured in fire and encased in shadow. It was a Dragon of colossal size, and to this day I do not know what the nature of that glitch was that allowed me to see it, but I know that it allowed all of this to happen. It looked at me and roared, sterilizing the entirety of the biome, pulverizing trees and erasing grass.
When I awoke, my mind was fractured. I couldn't think straight, and the world around me looked as if I was viewing it through a kaleidoscope. I knew that what I saw should not have been seen, and I knew the effects would be permanent. In my state of delusion, I inflicted the most horrible trauma imaginable to myself in order to absolve the multiple fractures in my mind and create one, clean break, effectively splitting my mind in half. Finally, my mind shattered, creating a split personality. I became Bipolar. My two halves, complete opposites, one benevolent, one malevolent.
καλός and κακό. Good and Evil. Goldenrod and Cobalt. We both were aware of our anomalous existence. Usually, it is the red-yellow splits that are evil and the green-purple ones that are good. In our case, this was inverted, a once-in-a-millenia occurrence. Our Build lasted for less than a week before the Shatter initiated, and that lasted for all of five minutes before the Split, where I emerged victorious.
κακό, therefore, is my middle name. The First Evil.
Not content with the power already presented to me, I scoured the world looking for more. I razed the faces of the earth, desolating museums, toppling villages, and shattering biomes. Eventually, I uncovered enough manuscripts to piece together the two things I would need: the First Block and the Disc of Mojang. I headed up to the Palace of the Gods, where Mojang rested, and decimated their forces, heading through their Gauntlet to secure the Disc.
I headed to the center of the world, 0, 0. Yggdrasil, the World Tree, stood straight before me. With the Disc in hand, I bypassed all of Yggdrasil's defenses, and, even with my malicious intent, secured the First Block for my own. I used the two to create a fearsome Construct, that, when used, issued a pulse so strong that it would ruin the world it touched. I completed this Scratch, and in doing so, Scratched the world, and imbuing myself with all of the Block's energy forged straight from creation. All of this combined resulted in my accretion of the power I contain now.
του Θεού is my last name, then, since I am of God. πρώτα κακό του Θεού. The First Evil of God. That is what I am. Although, commonly, I simply describe myself with one letter:
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I sit off to one side of the main group of players, in this strange place we currently inhabit, examining the silver banner still fused to the right hand of the APAWA... This eldritch artefact emanates the terrible gray frost of Hell, and occasionally the distant voices of the damned...
Th3y are no7 gone, not unlinked, n0t ye7...
Well, we did make them a link-focus...
I still have a use for them, do not question my plan.
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I stand far off from everyone else, a strange ticking noise emanating from somewhere. I pull the source of said ticking noise out of my pocket, a pocket watch, and examine the time. The hands are not spinning wildly as expected, no, they are doing something else entirely. Granted, there are not any numerals displayed, merely planets and strange words in another indecipherable language.
Heh. It seems as if it is almost time. No, not yet, just a few more...
As if answering me, a faint screeching noise permeates the fabric of reality. This results in faint muttering, to which the slightly fainter screeching noise replies to. The two seem to be in a heated argument. 'Tis a shame. The pocket watch goes back to the pocket, and the noises stop, at least to the human ear. I, of course, have somewhat better attuned Elvish ears, and might be able to hear the source of the noise. I then pull out what appears to be a blueprint for a staff... with a sword attached as a secondary prong. Heh.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
And that is what was contained within the book.
I see... Interesting.
Indeed. Might this be a problem?
Not yet. But if the narrative guided them to that book right after such a large event...
We're going to have to worry about one of the two.
The construct or the psi-godmodder himself. But you have the disc of mojang do you not?
I don't. Tricky was not able to locate it at the crater. It apparently fell through the hole with everyone else. Oh dear.
Right. We do however have one of the psi-godmodder artifacts. Really? Which one?
The ancestral gunpowder. Tricky recovered it when he was salvaging in the battlefield. Useful.
Yes. But I doubt that the narrative will let me keep it for long. True. We'll need to be ready.
Yes we will. Sauron's forces are recovering, our field wipe seems to be doing well, and Project Nexus is flourishing. What about the highblood?
Because of the scratch we'll have to send Tricky to retrieve the artifact when he returns. What about our trump card?
That's why I called you here.
I can't reach our associate, Dimentio's shield is effective, but too effective. And I can't contact her in person, as I can't find her either. So you need me to locate her?
No. We're almost certainly being monitored. Then why the rest of what you said?
I lapsed, okay? I am not used to operating for extensive periods of time in the same general area as the narrative.
Anyway, I need you to power my PDA so I can contact her. Very well then. Begin when you are ready.
-- armageddonsConductor [AC] began pestering spiderB8te [SB] -- AC: Hello? AC: Is this working? SB: piono? SB: How did you contact me? AC: With great difficulty. SB: I see........ AC: I see you're still alive. SB: 8arely. AC: We need to keep this short. AC: There are undoubtedly people watching this. SB: Gr8. Just gr8. AC: I know, I know. AC: I need you to inform me if you are able to make any progress. SB: Sort of. AC: Explain? SB: I'm sort of stuck. SB: I'm a8le to do a little, SB: 8ut I have to work through a proxy. SB: I'm pretty much out of the action until you can contrive something. AC: A proxy? SB: One of the minecraftians. AC: I see. AC: We need to wrap this up though, before we reveal something important. SB: ::::( SB: ooooooookaaaaaaaay........ -- armageddonsConductor [AC] ceased pestering spiderB8te [SB] -- SB: W8! SB: gorilla. SB: I h8 when he does that. -- spiderB8te [SB] ceased pestering armageddonsConductor [AC] --
Wonderful. What's wrong?
Dimentio's shield didn't work as well as we'd hoped. Oh really?
It seems that she was still forced outside of minecraftia from what I can tell. Oh dear.
Yup. She's still able to work through a proxy, but I think that's pretty much the last direct action we'll see out of her unless we can think of something.
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Having actually read the comic section of the Parable... My, my... This does look interesting.
And, y'know, I really do not have an ancestor, or whatever, I am simply myself, a player with a very unusual avatar, and likely no right to the power, within this context, given him. Just a player, a builder of redstone weapons, and terrible things, a player of games, a reader of books, a maker of machines. Heh. I am not on of these strange things from another place, with their power and madness, and I have no
Bipolarity? Perhaps. Of course, you do have us...
They are hardly bipolarity, now are they. And we may have called them, but we did not become them... Hehe.
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MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE IN THE SERVER...
???: It's been awhile since we talked, Ire. Irecreeper: Well, yeah. It has. ???: So, have you been doing what I need? Irecreeper: So far, yeah. ???: You've harnessed the power of chairs, darkness (or endermancy, as we call it here), and chaos. You also got rid of that dreaded Helix by summoning him. ???: Chairs weren't part of the plan, though. That was stupid. ???: But it's still... useable, nonetheless. Irecreeper: Quiet about the chairs. CHAIRS ARE AWESOME. ???: ... ???: Well, ready to summon me, your lord? Irecreeper: I suppose so... ???: I sense hesitation in your typing. Is something wrong, peon? Irecreeper: Everyone here is so nice. It'd be sad to- ???: Silence. ???: This world needs Order. ???: Democracy. ???: Now do my bidding, or I'll seal you away, for good. Irecreeper: Alright. Irecreeper: I'll do what I must.
A half dozen players hide behide a hill, laser fire flies above them, and drones approach their location. A dozen of their compatriots had already fallen, but they would not give up. They ready their recently recieved alchemies. Three players engage the first drones, keeping them at bay, and guarding the others. The other four look over the hill, and see two massive blue ships. They begin firing on them, but to no avail. Before they can do any real damage, a dozen drones come from the other side. They fight hard, taking out each drone in one hit. But hundreds more swarm them. One by one, the players run out of health, defeated by attrition.
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Thanks for explaining.
Far away, armies are gathering.
On the edges of the server, money changes hands.
Ideas enter new minds.
Forces gather.
The growing tension is tangible.
The recent events of the Homestuck invasion were just the beginning.
And as hard to believe as it may seem, everyone knows it.
And almost everyone acknowledges it.
Armies gathering together.
Some from other universes, wanting a hand in what may be the most important war in the history of the multiverse so far.
Some removed from their home, merely wanting the chaos to end.
Some for money or power.
And some for the heck of it.
But they all know what is coming.
They gather for the endgame.
For the Apocalypse.
For Ragnarok.
Because, in the words of a long lost prophecy.
Armageddon days are here again.
And everyone had best be ready for it.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Yes, it's very fun.
You should definitely join the PGs.
Much fun here.
Yes.
/null, is there even a point of doing this right now
Guys! There seems to be some confusion. This may be an intermission, but all off-topic stuff should actually be in the forge thread (I'll admit I'm a little guilty on that part). Similarly, story posts should go in this thread where people will see them. From now on, all the off-topic stuff should be in the off-topic thread. There shouldn't be anything but story posts here until the intermission ends.
Well, it seems that I've got a pesterlog with K4yne.
-- armageddonsConductor [AC] began pestering grumpyCentaur [GC] --
AC: Hello K4yne
GC: Hi there.
AC: May I ask, where you have all gone to?
AC: All I can find is a massive crater.
GC: I have taken refuge somewhere in a hole. As for the others, I have no idea.
AC: I see.
AC: May I ask what your intentions are?
GC: Waiting for the war to continue. Then winning the war. Finding a way back to MY mansion. In that order.
AC: Winning the war for whom?
AC: What is your purpose in fighting for the godmodder?
GC: My class is Medic. I thought my role as a support for Richards forces was clear.
AC: I mean, what is your motivation?
GC: Motivation? I guess getting the best out of a war that could change the world during participation. Also, as soon as Richard wins, we at least won't have it worse.
AC: As soon as he wins?
AC: I can assure you.
AC: He loses.
GC: I want to see the scientific paper with an official stamp from GOD that he loses. And even if he loses, it'll only get worse. With an even worse person.
AC: Do you know that this is the second war?
AC: If the godmodder were to ever somehow win
AC: It would be the last one.
AC: As far as I know, he never wins.
GC: What fact does you give clarity that there won't be a third war? And, if i have been counting correctly, this is the third appearance of a godmodder.
AC: No. not the third appearance of a godmodder.
AC: There are many godmodders.
AC: This is the second war of this godmodder.
AC: The second one to have a profound effect upon the multiverse.
AC: The second one involving the narrative.
GC: The thread always continues. there are a lot godmodders. And it will be only a set amount of time until the next multiverse thread appears even if Richard loses.
AC: I didn't say he loses permanently.
AC: I just said he never wins.
AC: And the third war has already begun solidifying itself in the timeline.
GC: As far as we are now, i consider myself only merely a particle in everything that has happened or will happen. But i will at least make it count. In K4yne Round 2.
AC: There is a more effective way than siding with Richard.
GC: Alright. Pitch it to me. I give you that chance.
AC: I'll start with a rhetorical question.
AC: Do you know what I have been doing?
GC: You are basically building something together. But aren't you working something out because of the entre clown expo showing up?
AC: Not just something. It is part of a plan.
AC: But no, the clowns are here because of me.
AC: Not the other way around.
AC: What I meant.
AC: Was do you know anything of what I am doing away from the battlefield.
GC: I am running through the protocol K4yne Round 2 V.1.14 atm, so i am not really inclined in your matters unless they directly intertwine with my work.
AC: I've created a power vaccuum.
AC: There are countless worlds beyond minecraft.
AC: And now, there is very little protecting them.
GC: So a great amount of power can bring down everything known to man. Brilliant.
AC: Not just to man.
AC: But to everyone and everything.
AC: However,
AC: There are some things here that would be...
AC: beneficial.
AC: To my cause.
AC: Perhaps I could rely on you?
GC: On what conditions? And what do you want me to do anyway?
AC: To the first; what do you want in return?
AC: To the second: your assistance.
AC: You do not need to side with me completely.
AC: But from time to time I will need some...
AC: discretionary help.
GC: I want MY manor. And access to it at all costs. I have no idea if its damaged or anything, so if i go out of this war made a man with a manor of that size of Scratch's, then we have a deal.
AC: Where is your manor?
AC: I'm sure that access to it would be quite easy to grant.
GC: I get a manor. Preferably like Scratch's. That's basically it.
AC: I can give you that.
AC: I will in fact let you detail the plans to some architects I know.
AC: Once you've upheld your end of the bargain.
AC: Do we have a deal?
GC: Well the Mister Fiction 500. deal.
AC: Fare well.
GC: Seeyas.
AC: I will call upon you in the near future.
-- armageddonsConductor [AC] ceased pestering grumpyCentaur [GC] --
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
PROLOGUE
This is a tale of extremes, dear reader. It is a tale of adventure, excitement, and most of all, war. This is my story, and the reasoning behind this will become evident very shortly. By the time you will have read this, the events that took place in this book will have happened decades ago, from my perspective, but only a few short years ago from yours. Again, the reasoning behind this will become apparent shortly.
Oh. That's right. Conventional storytelling dictates that, this being a first-person Narrative, I should tell you my name. I'll reveal my name throughout this prologue, so that you can piece together my true nature throughout it. Revealing it all at once would be a bit of a spoiler.
My first name is πρώτα. I am aware that I described my name to you in a language that is defunct in your culture now, so if you were to translate this through your language, it would be something like "first", as I am the first of my kind. The first Godmodder. This allows me to sculpt reality however I see fit. Time and space are completely within my realm of control. I can react to attacks instants after they happen, and in most cases, before they even happen at all.
I am writing this so that those who are destined to read it can do so. The Descendants. If you are a Descendant yourself, then good job. This was meant to fall into your hands. And if you do not know what I mean by Descendant, then perhaps you yourself are not one, in which case you should put this book down. If you are a Descendant, then this book will revolve around your Ancestor. In which case, your Ancestor is a being much like you in similar ways, who led a very similar life to you. They share aspects of your personality and appearance, and you share some of theirs as well. You are following, in many ways, an duplicate of their lives, and it is all my doing.
I suppose I should start from the beginning.
I come from the Northwestern Province of the First Face of Minecraftia, a universe hidden deep in the depths of time and space, skipped over by many for eons due to the chaotic nature regarding its formation. I lived my life, I played by the rules, along with everyone else in my humble village. That is, until some brazen fool under the influence of Herobrine opened a Nether Portal and unleashed hordes of demons into the area.
Nearly everyone died. Everyone except me, and another person. We were both outliers, humans in a Tesficate-ruled Village. The other one saved the Village from attack in his youth, thanks to the guidance of an Iron Golem. He would go on to become Player XIV, Steve Cubit. I would go on to become nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.
The rest of my life was spent wandering across the provinces in despair, cursing at the Gods, high in their Palace of Mojang, and cursing at the Demons of the Nether. I made temporary shelters only to break them down at midnight at charge at monsters. I went to countless villages, only to steal their jewels and leave. I explored a whole face of the six that made up my world. My journeys were many. I uncovered things that no one had before me. I found manuscripts written by scholars, scribes, and archaeologists. In doing so, I uncovered legends that had been untold by any tongue for centuries.
I had become wise beyond my years, dreaming of the Quests of the Player, traveling to a bleached desert to stop the evil Ender Dragon, while the Player himself accomplished those very deeds.
After all my struggles, I resolved to return to my village, fighting through gales and lightning, tackling any monster I found and slicing them apart. When I entered the Plains it resided in, I found nothing. A sinkhole. A gaping pit. The village had been destroyed, but that was not the worst part. Above it was a tear. A magnificent, ancient tear in space and time, leaking some hellish monstrosity. I went to it, and I stared it in the face. I stared God in the face that day. It was a hellish thing spawned from Void, raptured in fire and encased in shadow. It was a Dragon of colossal size, and to this day I do not know what the nature of that glitch was that allowed me to see it, but I know that it allowed all of this to happen. It looked at me and roared, sterilizing the entirety of the biome, pulverizing trees and erasing grass.
When I awoke, my mind was fractured. I couldn't think straight, and the world around me looked as if I was viewing it through a kaleidoscope. I knew that what I saw should not have been seen, and I knew the effects would be permanent. In my state of delusion, I inflicted the most horrible trauma imaginable to myself in order to absolve the multiple fractures in my mind and create one, clean break, effectively splitting my mind in half. Finally, my mind shattered, creating a split personality. I became Bipolar. My two halves, complete opposites, one benevolent, one malevolent.
καλός and κακό. Good and Evil. Goldenrod and Cobalt. We both were aware of our anomalous existence. Usually, it is the red-yellow splits that are evil and the green-purple ones that are good. In our case, this was inverted, a once-in-a-millenia occurrence. Our Build lasted for less than a week before the Shatter initiated, and that lasted for all of five minutes before the Split, where I emerged victorious.
κακό, therefore, is my middle name. The First Evil.
Not content with the power already presented to me, I scoured the world looking for more. I razed the faces of the earth, desolating museums, toppling villages, and shattering biomes. Eventually, I uncovered enough manuscripts to piece together the two things I would need: the First Block and the Disc of Mojang. I headed up to the Palace of the Gods, where Mojang rested, and decimated their forces, heading through their Gauntlet to secure the Disc.
I headed to the center of the world, 0, 0. Yggdrasil, the World Tree, stood straight before me. With the Disc in hand, I bypassed all of Yggdrasil's defenses, and, even with my malicious intent, secured the First Block for my own. I used the two to create a fearsome Construct, that, when used, issued a pulse so strong that it would ruin the world it touched. I completed this Scratch, and in doing so, Scratched the world, and imbuing myself with all of the Block's energy forged straight from creation. All of this combined resulted in my accretion of the power I contain now.
του Θεού is my last name, then, since I am of God. πρώτα κακό του Θεού. The First Evil of God. That is what I am. Although, commonly, I simply describe myself with one letter:
ψ.
Since I am, after all, a Psi-Godmodder.
Th3y are no7 gone, not unlinked, n0t ye7...
Well, we did make them a link-focus...
I still have a use for them, do not question my plan.
{Edit} OHAI, Twin Post!
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
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
I stand far off from everyone else, a strange ticking noise emanating from somewhere. I pull the source of said ticking noise out of my pocket, a pocket watch, and examine the time. The hands are not spinning wildly as expected, no, they are doing something else entirely. Granted, there are not any numerals displayed, merely planets and strange words in another indecipherable language.
Heh. It seems as if it is almost time. No, not yet, just a few more...
As if answering me, a faint screeching noise permeates the fabric of reality. This results in faint muttering, to which the slightly fainter screeching noise replies to. The two seem to be in a heated argument. 'Tis a shame. The pocket watch goes back to the pocket, and the noises stop, at least to the human ear. I, of course, have somewhat better attuned Elvish ears, and might be able to hear the source of the noise. I then pull out what appears to be a blueprint for a staff... with a sword attached as a secondary prong. Heh.
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
More time to plan my- what? You can't see me!
And that is what was contained within the book.
I see...
Interesting.
Indeed.
Might this be a problem?
Not yet. But if the narrative guided them to that book right after such a large event...
We're going to have to worry about one of the two.
The construct or the psi-godmodder himself.
But you have the disc of mojang do you not?
I don't. Tricky was not able to locate it at the crater. It apparently fell through the hole with everyone else.
Oh dear.
Right. We do however have one of the psi-godmodder artifacts.
Really? Which one?
The ancestral gunpowder. Tricky recovered it when he was salvaging in the battlefield.
Useful.
Yes. But I doubt that the narrative will let me keep it for long.
True.
We'll need to be ready.
Yes we will. Sauron's forces are recovering, our field wipe seems to be doing well, and Project Nexus is flourishing.
What about the highblood?
Because of the scratch we'll have to send Tricky to retrieve the artifact when he returns.
What about our trump card?
That's why I called you here.
I can't reach our associate, Dimentio's shield is effective, but too effective. And I can't contact her in person, as I can't find her either.
So you need me to locate her?
No. We're almost certainly being monitored.
Then why the rest of what you said?
I lapsed, okay? I am not used to operating for extensive periods of time in the same general area as the narrative.
Anyway, I need you to power my PDA so I can contact her.
Very well then.
Begin when you are ready.
-- armageddonsConductor [AC] began pestering spiderB8te [SB] --
AC: Hello?
AC: Is this working?
SB: piono?
SB: How did you contact me?
AC: With great difficulty.
SB: I see........
AC: I see you're still alive.
SB: 8arely.
AC: We need to keep this short.
AC: There are undoubtedly people watching this.
SB: Gr8. Just gr8.
AC: I know, I know.
AC: I need you to inform me if you are able to make any progress.
SB: Sort of.
AC: Explain?
SB: I'm sort of stuck.
SB: I'm a8le to do a little,
SB: 8ut I have to work through a proxy.
SB: I'm pretty much out of the action until you can contrive something.
AC: A proxy?
SB: One of the minecraftians.
AC: I see.
AC: We need to wrap this up though, before we reveal something important.
SB: ::::(
SB: ooooooookaaaaaaaay........
-- armageddonsConductor [AC] ceased pestering spiderB8te [SB] --
SB: W8!
SB: gorilla.
SB: I h8 when he does that.
-- spiderB8te [SB] ceased pestering armageddonsConductor [AC] --
What's wrong?
Dimentio's shield didn't work as well as we'd hoped.
Oh really?
It seems that she was still forced outside of minecraftia from what I can tell.
Oh dear.
Yup. She's still able to work through a proxy, but I think that's pretty much the last direct action we'll see out of her unless we can think of something.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
And, y'know, I really do not have an ancestor, or whatever, I am simply myself, a player with a very unusual avatar, and likely no right to the power, within this context, given him. Just a player, a builder of redstone weapons, and terrible things, a player of games, a reader of books, a maker of machines. Heh. I am not on of these strange things from another place, with their power and madness, and I have no
Bipolarity? Perhaps. Of course, you do have us...
They are hardly bipolarity, now are they. And we may have called them, but we did not become them... Hehe.
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
Irecreeper: Well, yeah. It has.
???: So, have you been doing what I need?
Irecreeper: So far, yeah.
???: You've harnessed the power of chairs, darkness (or endermancy, as we call it here), and chaos. You also got rid of that dreaded Helix by summoning him.
???: Chairs weren't part of the plan, though. That was stupid.
???: But it's still... useable, nonetheless.
Irecreeper: Quiet about the chairs. CHAIRS ARE AWESOME.
???: ...
???: Well, ready to summon me, your lord?
Irecreeper: I suppose so...
???: I sense hesitation in your typing. Is something wrong, peon?
Irecreeper: Everyone here is so nice. It'd be sad to-
???: Silence.
???: This world needs Order.
???: Democracy.
???: Now do my bidding, or I'll seal you away, for good.
Irecreeper: Alright.
Irecreeper: I'll do what I must.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
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
Somewhere on the server...
A half dozen players hide behide a hill, laser fire flies above them, and drones approach their location. A dozen of their compatriots had already fallen, but they would not give up. They ready their recently recieved alchemies. Three players engage the first drones, keeping them at bay, and guarding the others. The other four look over the hill, and see two massive blue ships. They begin firing on them, but to no avail. Before they can do any real damage, a dozen drones come from the other side. They fight hard, taking out each drone in one hit. But hundreds more swarm them. One by one, the players run out of health, defeated by attrition.
5l1n65h07: HOLY CRUD THERES A BURIED EXO LAB BELOW US!
I'll be making my great escape now!
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
NOTHING IS ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS.
NOT EVEN A SELF-MADE GOD AND HIS CORPORATION.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS