The time the A.G.s had spent in Antares's Team Fortress had changed them. It had made them rely on each other more than ever; it had forced them to act like a team. However, their group was considerably smaller than it had been before. I suppose that there were players who did not think they could successfully topple my regime, and lost faith, leaving the party. This fluctuation of the status quo was featured throughout the War, but the people who stayed the entire way through were the original Twelve. The nine A.G.s and the three P.G.s.
By this time, nearly every server in the universe, the very ones I had hoped to conquer, knew about the War. Mass speculation and discussion of it ensued. Debates and discussions were given, and occasionally, the war would traverse to other servers itself, bringing with it carnage and destruction, which prompted many an outrage or a rebellion. The most striking supplementary piece of material to the war was a Great Prophecy issued by several scribes investigating the battle. This was adopted by the A.G.s, who saw it as a rallying point and a reason to fight.
The prophecy spoke of a figure that would soon arrive, who would descend from the skies, bathed in living color and would have eyes that shone like supernovae. He would play a grand part in ensuring the War's end, and would ultimately sacrifice himself to save the world. He was worshipped around the universe as a Messiah, one who would deliver the Minecraftian race from sure destruction, brought by my own hands. Well, technically I have only one hand. The other is mechanical. But let's not dwell on that.
The war continued in earnest, with the A.G.s fighting to ensure the prophecy. Several vast spaceships were summoned at one point, by the A.G.s, who appeared to base it off of a Star War. The TIEs, as they called them, were summoned in massive quantities, and although they were very easy to take down individually, in numbers, they were a force to be reckoned with. Eventually, nearly every single entity on the Battlefield was a TIE of some kind. They blotted out the sky, reducing sunlight levels around the world. The red ships Apophis and I had stationed around the planet had helped in clearing out the fleets, but it did not ensure victory. In fact, later in their summoning, it seemed that more and more were appearing, even when the A.G.s themselves were not summoning anything.
The TIEs then, I suppose, gained a sort of self-awareness. They acted as one cohesive unit, attacking everything in sight, but not mindlessly. It was as if they were acting on someone else's orders; someone independent from the battlefield. A rare ceasefire was called as, somehow, both P.G.s and A.G.s banded together to try and figure out what was going on with the TIEs. Our combined strength was enough to drive the fleet back to the far corners of the world; a place dominated by arctic weather year-round. We thought the struggle to be over with, and resumed fighting. We were wrong.
It turned out that another force, indeed, had been manipulating the TIE hivemind, perhaps right when the A.G.s initially summoned them. The TIEs, now outfitted with construction properties thanks to modifications given by an external source, built a portal, unbeknownst to us. Only when The Sleuth and The Spelunker were sent on a reconnaissance mission was it revealed. It was gargantuan, easily the size of one of our scarlet ships, and it took the shape of a huge, white orb. They were there upon its activation, which they described as a maelstrom of red lighting. They did not stay to see what had come out of it, but it was apparent soon enough when a figure appeared into existence on the Battlefield, in a red flash.
This figure was dressed in a red suit with a maroon bowtie. His pants and shoes were bleached white, as were hands, but the most distinctive feature about him was his head, which was a perfect sphere, resembling a cueblock, only round. So, a cueball, I suppose. However, it was cracked throughout its surface. At his waist was a red belt that showcased a handgun as white as his "skin". At this point, the Spelunker broke into hysterics. He explained that, while traveling through the mines, he had uncovered a temple that was buried underground. He had investigated it and had found, at the center, a pyramid. Inside of it was what he described to be a "black monolith". He felt compelled to talk to it, and so told it this, in verbatim:
"I want to instigate a great undoing."
Immediately after this, he reported having vivid visions of what he had described earlier: scarlet ships, a white orb, et cetera. In other words, a great undoing. The figure introduced himself to me as Doc Scratch. He was a rather charming fellow, and I'm sure that he has had significance in your war as well. He promptly nullified all TIEs and headed to the top of one of our scarlet ships, which he later informed me was called a "Crockercorp Ship". He stayed there for long periods of time during the War, watching it unfold.
You may refer to him, in this tale, as The Cueball.
The war continued, but Scratch would notably, from time to time, converse with the players, after which they would be slightly disoriented. He seemed to favor talking to The Alchemist, The Sleuth, and the P.G.s. After a while, they infrequently started traveling to him to talk. Eventually, my interest piqued, I asked him what they had been talking to him about for all this time. The Cueball made what I assume to be a chuckle (and I say assume because he had no facial features of any kind) and proceeded to tell me that he had gotten the five of them to help further his own, secret plans. He told me that these plans involved creating a figure who would become very powerful in the war parallel to my own, the war you are fighting right now. He neglected to inform me of what this figure was, though, although I would figure it out in due time.
None of his plans became apparent until the day the A.G.'s prophecy came true.
That day was a day as repetitive as any other in the War. By now I had taken a good amount of damage, but the Crockercorp Ships and my three followers were making up for any stumbling blocks I had discovered in my otherwise flawless attack strategies. On the flipside, the A.G.s were suffering heavy losses as well, but their teamwork proved to be a valuable asset, even in these times.
And then, he came. Or at least, a follower of his. This would be where your Ancestor comes in, Pit. The Archangel. He came down from the heavens, declaring thusly:
"The words of the scribes ring true! Your deliverer will present himself to you in a pillar of light given shape. Do not lose h-"
That was as far as he got before he was sniped to death by Apophis. Sorry, Pit. I didn't promise you a major role.
Of course, the second after The Archangel said those words, what he had just described came to pass. A crackle of lightning sounded, and all across the world, the skies split open, bathed in colors of red and green. Descending from a pillar of light was a magnificent figure.
He was dressed in flowing robes. The left side of it was green, the right, red. He wore a set of brilliantly lit glasses, which shone red and reflected images of the cosmos in their lenses. In his left hand was a bronzed sword that was inlaid with gears, humming in a low whine. In his right hand was a pure white blade, that was as simple as it was elegant.
Gemini. TwinBuilder's Ancestor. The Chosen One.
He announced his intentions, which were as predictable as you would expect: he said that he would dedicate his part in this battle to displaying the forces of light and heroism to the darkness, providing as a shelter for those in need and, well, I'm sure you can guess the rest of the speech yourself. It's pretty cliche, I mean come on.
After Gemini spoke, I noticed something odd about him. His skin was pale white, almost like Scratch, and he intermittently flashed with green light, just like Scratch flashed red. Perhaps they were related, in a sense. I did not have much time to ponder this, however, for a message was suddenly broadcasted across everyone on the Battlefield:
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Nimble, you have either completely broken things, or you have done that on purpose. Ah, yes, hype. I wonder what the final update(s) to the Parable will be like.
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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.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Correct. I will write off my miscalculation to a combination of my insomnia, staring at this screen literally for the past thirteen hours, and my general craziness.
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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.
So... how many hours until DTG 2 is back from its vacation?
Oh, and if I may leave a note to the like five new players joining us, I suggest you start roleplaying as early as possible if you want to leave a mark on DTG's history, lest you end up a poor, metagame analysis schmuck like me. I guess I should start roleplaying.
Well. I thought that we would've been back to killing stuff by this point.
Anyway, welcome psyco and goget. I can already tell that you'll fit right in with the rest of us loonies.
The time the A.G.s had spent in Antares's Team Fortress had changed them. It had made them rely on each other more than ever; it had forced them to act like a team. However, their group was considerably smaller than it had been before. I suppose that there were players who did not think they could successfully topple my regime, and lost faith, leaving the party. This fluctuation of the status quo was featured throughout the War, but the people who stayed the entire way through were the original Twelve. The nine A.G.s and the three P.G.s.
By this time, nearly every server in the universe, the very ones I had hoped to conquer, knew about the War. Mass speculation and discussion of it ensued. Debates and discussions were given, and occasionally, the war would traverse to other servers itself, bringing with it carnage and destruction, which prompted many an outrage or a rebellion. The most striking supplementary piece of material to the war was a Great Prophecy issued by several scribes investigating the battle. This was adopted by the A.G.s, who saw it as a rallying point and a reason to fight.
The prophecy spoke of a figure that would soon arrive, who would descend from the skies, bathed in living color and would have eyes that shone like supernovae. He would play a grand part in ensuring the War's end, and would ultimately sacrifice himself to save the world. He was worshipped around the universe as a Messiah, one who would deliver the Minecraftian race from sure destruction, brought by my own hands. Well, technically I have only one hand. The other is mechanical. But let's not dwell on that.
The war continued in earnest, with the A.G.s fighting to ensure the prophecy. Several vast spaceships were summoned at one point, by the A.G.s, who appeared to base it off of a Star War. The TIEs, as they called them, were summoned in massive quantities, and although they were very easy to take down individually, in numbers, they were a force to be reckoned with. Eventually, nearly every single entity on the Battlefield was a TIE of some kind. They blotted out the sky, reducing sunlight levels around the world. The red ships Apophis and I had stationed around the planet had helped in clearing out the fleets, but it did not ensure victory. In fact, later in their summoning, it seemed that more and more were appearing, even when the A.G.s themselves were not summoning anything.
The TIEs then, I suppose, gained a sort of self-awareness. They acted as one cohesive unit, attacking everything in sight, but not mindlessly. It was as if they were acting on someone else's orders; someone independent from the battlefield. A rare ceasefire was called as, somehow, both P.G.s and A.G.s banded together to try and figure out what was going on with the TIEs. Our combined strength was enough to drive the fleet back to the far corners of the world; a place dominated by arctic weather year-round. We thought the struggle to be over with, and resumed fighting. We were wrong.
It turned out that another force, indeed, had been manipulating the TIE hivemind, perhaps right when the A.G.s initially summoned them. The TIEs, now outfitted with construction properties thanks to modifications given by an external source, built a portal, unbeknownst to us. Only when The Sleuth and The Spelunker were sent on a reconnaissance mission was it revealed. It was gargantuan, easily the size of one of our scarlet ships, and it took the shape of a huge, white orb. They were there upon its activation, which they described as a maelstrom of red lighting. They did not stay to see what had come out of it, but it was apparent soon enough when a figure appeared into existence on the Battlefield, in a red flash.
This figure was dressed in a red suit with a maroon bowtie. His pants and shoes were bleached white, as were hands, but the most distinctive feature about him was his head, which was a perfect sphere, resembling a cueblock, only round. So, a cueball, I suppose. However, it was cracked throughout its surface. At his waist was a red belt that showcased a handgun as white as his "skin". At this point, the Spelunker broke into hysterics. He explained that, while traveling through the mines, he had uncovered a temple that was buried underground. He had investigated it and had found, at the center, a pyramid. Inside of it was what he described to be a "black monolith". He felt compelled to talk to it, and so told it this, in verbatim:
"I want to instigate a great undoing."
Immediately after this, he reported having vivid visions of what he had described earlier: scarlet ships, a white orb, et cetera. In other words, a great undoing. The figure introduced himself to me as Doc Scratch. He was a rather charming fellow, and I'm sure that he has had significance in your war as well. He promptly nullified all TIEs and headed to the top of one of our scarlet ships, which he later informed me was called a "Crockercorp Ship". He stayed there for long periods of time during the War, watching it unfold.
You may refer to him, in this tale, as The Cueball.
The war continued, but Scratch would notably, from time to time, converse with the players, after which they would be slightly disoriented. He seemed to favor talking to The Alchemist, The Sleuth, and the P.G.s. After a while, they infrequently started traveling to him to talk. Eventually, my interest piqued, I asked him what they had been talking to him about for all this time. The Cueball made what I assume to be a chuckle (and I say assume because he had no facial features of any kind) and proceeded to tell me that he had gotten the five of them to help further his own, secret plans. He told me that these plans involved creating a figure who would become very powerful in the war parallel to my own, the war you are fighting right now. He neglected to inform me of what this figure was, though, although I would figure it out in due time.
None of his plans became apparent until the day the A.G.'s prophecy came true.
That day was a day as repetitive as any other in the War. By now I had taken a good amount of damage, but the Crockercorp Ships and my three followers were making up for any stumbling blocks I had discovered in my otherwise flawless attack strategies. On the flipside, the A.G.s were suffering heavy losses as well, but their teamwork proved to be a valuable asset, even in these times.
And then, he came. Or at least, a follower of his. This would be where your Ancestor comes in, Pit. The Archangel. He came down from the heavens, declaring thusly:
"The words of the scribes ring true! Your deliverer will present himself to you in a pillar of light given shape. Do not lose h-"
That was as far as he got before he was sniped to death by Apophis. Sorry, Pit. I didn't promise you a major role.
Of course, the second after The Archangel said those words, what he had just described came to pass. A crackle of lightning sounded, and all across the world, the skies split open, bathed in colors of red and green. Descending from a pillar of light was a magnificent figure.
He was dressed in flowing robes. The left side of it was green, the right, red. He wore a set of brilliantly lit glasses, which shone red and reflected images of the cosmos in their lenses. In his left hand was a bronzed sword that was inlaid with gears, humming in a low whine. In his right hand was a pure white blade, that was as simple as it was elegant.
Gemini. TwinBuilder's Ancestor. The Chosen One.
He announced his intentions, which were as predictable as you would expect: he said that he would dedicate his part in this battle to displaying the forces of light and heroism to the darkness, providing as a shelter for those in need and, well, I'm sure you can guess the rest of the speech yourself. It's pretty cliche, I mean come on.
After Gemini spoke, I noticed something odd about him. His skin was pale white, almost like Scratch, and he intermittently flashed with green light, just like Scratch flashed red. Perhaps they were related, in a sense. I did not have much time to ponder this, however, for a message was suddenly broadcasted across everyone on the Battlefield:
Godmodder477 has joined the server.
So sorry I've been out, everyone. Had to go on a weekend family vacation.
Raidriar and | have kept each other company.
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
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Someone better weaponize the hypetrain, aka me.
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[::]Ş̨̲͚̭ͥ̋ͨ̆ͬ᷃̑̕͠͠Y̧̱͚͋᷄ͣ͏̦̲͇̟͎᷉̽ͅS̬͙̦̫͔̳̅̈́ͧ᷄᷀̅᷄᷀̈́T̻̹̟̳̜̖͍̤ͭͩ͛͌̀͜͡E̴᷿̩̙̯̞͆̎̇͒́͘̕͟ͅṀ̶̡̖̩᷂̖̆ͤ᷆̒̀᷆̀̓ ̛͖̘̱᷿͗᷁̇ͧ̐ͪͭ᷃̓͞F̪̯̬͎̾ͯ͋̇̇̈ͨ᷾ͮ͟͡A̛͑͢͢͏͎̤̪͔̘᷅᷅᷾̇᷇I͓͖͎̗͎͒᷆͌̄᷅̒̒̾́᷅Ļ̴̨̡͕̠ͩ͑᷉᷁᷀͐̂͡͝Ų̣̘̭̫ͮͥ̂̿͒ͣͥ͗ͥͅŖ̸̫̱̜̜̘͍͐ͮ̉͛᷇̚͠Ḙ̶̮̘̜͔᷇̍̈̋͒᷄͊ͩͅ
[9999999999999:99999999999999999999:INTEGER OVERFLOW]W͓̖͓̼̤͓̮̖͓᷀᷀ͯ̔ͮ᷀Ȑ̥͓̖̱͓̼͓̖͓ͭ͆͟͡͞Ţ̡̛͓͖̖͓̼͓̖͓̑ͨ͜͡G͓̖̜͓̼͓̖̣͓̊̉ͯ͊᷉̚ ̸̴̨͓̖͓̼͓̖͓̇̀̽̊͝D̶̸̢̹͓̖͓̼͓̖͓᷈̅᷆͘M̷͓͎̖͓̼̼͓̖͓᷁ͯ̉͐̇P͓̖͓̼̯͓̭̖͓᷄ͯͫͬ̅͘L̵̢͓̖̝͓͚̼͙͓̖͓͓͐᷉G̶̶͓̖̬͓̼͓̖͓̔̑̓̔̔.͓͖̖͓̼͓̤̖̳͓̈́᷾̏̚͜.͓̥̖͓̼͓̖̞͓͗̏̉̆̐͞.̸͓̖͓͓̼͓̪̖͓̀̾͑᷇͟ ͓͍̖͓̼͍͓̖᷿͓͊͒̾ͤ͞ ͓̼̖͖͓̳̼͓̖͓ͥͣ̈́᷉ͅ ̞͓̖͓̼͕͓͇̖̤͓͛ͨ᷄̿ ̣͓̖͓̼᷂͓̟̖͓̾̐̑ͭ᷇ ͓̿͏̖͓̼͓̖̤͓ͨ͂̓᷉᷀ ̧͓̖͓̼͉͓̖͓̗᷄̉̆̕͢ ̢͓̖͓̼͖͓̖͓̞᷁̂̍͗͞E̗͓̖̰͓᷂̼͓̖̱͓̓̃ͣ̆R͓᷿̖͓̬̼̪͓̖̰͓̋̓̏̒R̥͓̖͓̼᷂͓̖̭͓̪͊᷃͋ͅȮ̻͓̖͇͓̼̺͓̖͓᷅ͯ̿͜R̳͓͖̖͓̼͓̖͓̾᷅̄͌̅͛Ĕ̘͓̖͓̼͓̖̯͓͉͒͌̚͞R͓͖̖͓̼͓̞̖͓̎̓͑̚͞͞R̵͓̭̖̝͓̼͓̖͓̦͂ͮͦͅÒ̷̼͓̖͓͓͙̼͓̰̖͓᷆᷄R͓̖͓̼͓͙̖͓͐͛̍̓̐́͞ ͓̩̖͓̆᷀͏̼͓̖͓̍ͥ͊͝Ś͓͏̖͓̼͓̖̮͓͛᷉͋ͪͫȲ͓̖͓᷊̼͓̖̯͓̄̊̐᷃̈S̡͓̖͓̼͓̖͓͑᷁᷃̉᷄̄̔Ț̛̛͓̝̖͓̝̼͓̖͓᷄ͯ͢E̷͓̖͓̼͓̖͙͓᷈̑᷾ͭ̔ͪM͓̖͓̩̼᷊͓̖͓̏̋ͩ͒ͦ̅ ̢̢͓̖͓̼͓̟̖͓ͮͮ̊͐̂P̧̟͓̖͕͓̘̼͓͓͓̖͓̿̒E̷̢͓̤̖͓̼͓̖͓᷅̊̆ͦ̚R̴͓̖͓̼̼͓̖͓̤͌̏̅͂ͣM̵̫͓̖̺͓᷿̼̟͓̖̥͓ͮ̌A͏̸͓̺̖͓̖̼͓̗̖͍͓̾᷉N͉͓̖͓̫̼̫͓̖͓ͦ̏̋᷇̓T̶̛͓̖̞͓̼͚͓̖͓̏̒̈̂Ľ̷̯͓̖͓̼͓̺̖͓͌̀ͫ͜Y͓̥̖͓̣̼͓̖͓̟͋᷈᷀̈͗ ̤͓̖͖͓̖̼͓̤̖͓̞̾̋ͅS͓̖͓̼͓̱̖͓̘̋ͨ̉̊ͫͅH̷̶̻͓̖͓̼͓̜̖͓̾̂᷅̃Ư̡᷊͓̖͓̼͓̖͓̾ͨ̇̅̂T̮͓̱̖͓̼͓̗̖̞͓̝̆̂᷆T̲͓̖͓̼̦͓̖̥͓̣̃᷀̀͜Ī͓̜̖͓̼͓̖͇͓ͦ͒᷃̍͢N̛͓̖͓̼͓̭̖̫͓ͬ̔̂ͮ͘G̶̰͓̹̖͓̼᷊͓̩̖͓ͪ᷉͞ ᷂͓̖͓̼̖͓̖͓̹̊̍͋̐͡D̢͓͎̖͓͈̼᷂͓̖͚͓̈͛̕Ơ̷̭͓̖̫͓̼͓̖̬͓̻͊͟Ẅ̶̰͓̖͙͓̼͓̖̘͓͔́̆͒N̸͚͓̲̖͓̼̥͓̖͓᷁᷃͆͒.͉͓̖̯͓̼͇͓̪̖̩͓ͩ͌́.̢̜͓̖͓̼͓̖͓̽᷉̓̓̂͝.͓͖̖͓͈̼̱͓̠̖͓̍̀͜͝
((Enlarge the energy blast power))
"One sword keeps another in the sheath"
((Troolfaec))
Oh, and if I may leave a note to the like five new players joining us, I suggest you start roleplaying as early as possible if you want to leave a mark on DTG's history, lest you end up a poor, metagame analysis schmuck like me. I guess I should start roleplaying.
/null
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Well. I thought that we would've been back to killing stuff by this point.
Anyway, welcome psyco and goget. I can already tell that you'll fit right in with the rest of us loonies.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
/nullify