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Yes. You might want to go read the Opening Post a little more thoroughly, or I guess you can do what most of the rest of us did and pick it up as you go along. The limit is currently 40.
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Yes. You might want to go read the Opening Post a little more thoroughly, or I guess you can do what most of the rest of us did and pick it up as you go along. The limit is currently 40.
Got it. Thank you!
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Pointing out fallacies to undermine an argument is also a fallacy...
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Lifelessly laying on the cold, white platform hung in the void. A screech reverberates. A few twitches are seen, then just a limp and lifeless robot. The Shatter and the Tubas of the Scratch have destroyed all system components. There is a backup in his hand. Gerbil pops out and explains the situation.
Nimble has suffered a System Error so big that it dislodged and broken the PCI-E SSD, shattered the RAM, broken all core system services, jammed the fan, errored the system clock, and almost doomed a timeline. In fact, this timeline would of been doomed if it were not for the system being destroyed. But if Nimble is repaired no damage will come to the timeline. And currently, he needs repairing. Also, it seems like when Nimble is fully repaired the Glitch itself will be manifested in the world to help. I will be slowly trying to fix it, but I appreciate help with this task.
RAM: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
PCI-E SSD: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
System Clock: 80% Broken. Easy to fix.
System Core: 100% Broken. Somewhat hard to fix.
System Fan: 7% Broken. Easiest to fix. -3% by Gerbil.
Installing New Backup: 0% Installing. Easy to fix. Last thing to do.
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No, you aren't getting on any of my nerves. You were asking questions you were wondering about, and that is encouraged.
Also, I suppose I shall install Pesterchum. (In the game, I cannot in real life, as was mentioned elsewhere.) I log in as ambiguousTheoretician (#5e0085) on a conveniently obtained PDA. (Heh, I forged it out of all the particles within twenty metres and a touch of magic.)
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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.
was just a little chib. The others had famous ancestors like The Submind or The Crystalizer, but mine was just some guy who fought som boring old godmutter in som boring old war.
Let me tell you the tale of The Halflander.
It was little less than a pulse from when he had recived his Pearl and one of his first journeys to the Overworld. He had just finished his base when a Terror attacked him and destroyed it. He killed the Terror and swore revenge on whatever had sent it. On his juorney to the battlefield he found a white wolf cub with brown ears. The Terror had killed its family, so he raised it and teached it the art of psii. When they reached the battlefield it was late, but not too late. There were no AGs in sight and the PGs were busy fighting the mess of entities. He used psii to gaze back in time, seeing the battle flash by his eyes from its very beginning.
Non-Canon battle scene:
When the AGs escaped the gaunlet he challenged the Godmodder to a duel. He was a skilled swordsman and used psii as a second set of limbs, but the Godmodder was more experienced than him. The Godmodder broke his sword and his Pearl, and was just about to finish him when a huge white wolf with brown ears attacked the Godmodder, causing the Godmodder to cut of his opponents leg instead.
Eleme'rei, The Luck from the North.
The Godmodder fought the wolf, and brutally murdered him in front of The Halflanders eyes. This was a mistake. A Big mistake. Between The Halflander and Eleme'rei was something bigger than just a owner-pet relation. They were friends.
The Halflander was consumed by blue flames, ignoring the purple blood that flooded from his leg and unleashed a psiionic wave of pure sorrow, slowing down time around him and frying the Godmodder in a cold, blue inferno. But it did not kill him.
Welcome to the game, Psychodragons! I know the most about this game, second only to Twinbuilder...and Piono...and just about every other player whoa actually read about the sidequest stuff...so ask me anything!
Also, I like your avatar. Im all for the cute pokemon pictures.
Welcome to the game, Psychodragons! I know the most about this game, second only to Twinbuilder...and Piono...and just about every other player whoa actually read about the sidequest stuff...so ask me anything!
Also, I like your avatar. Im all for the cute pokemon pictures.
A better question, if you will forgive me for saying, is who does not like cute Pokemon pictures?
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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.
was just a little chib. The others had famous ancestors like The Submind or The Crystalizer, but mine was just some guy who fought som boring old godmutter in som boring old war.
Let me tell you the tale of The Halflander.
It was little less than a pulse from when he had recived his Pearl and one of his first journeys to the Overworld. He had just finished his base when a Terror attacked him and destroyed it. He killed the Terror and swore revenge on whatever had sent it. On his juorney to the battlefield he found a white wolf cub with brown ears. The Terror had killed its family, so he raised it and teached it the art of psii. When they reached the battlefield it was late, but not too late. There were no AGs in sight and the PGs were busy fighting the mess of entities. He used psii to gaze back in time, seeing the battle flash by his eyes from its very beginning. When the AGs escaped the gaunlet he challenged the Godmodder to a duel. He was a skilled swordsman and used psii as a second set of limbs, but the Godmodder was more experienced than him. The Godmodder broke his sword and his Pearl, and was just about to finish him when a huge white wolf with brown ears attacked the Godmodder, causing the Godmodder to cut of his opponents leg instead.
Eleme'rei, The Luck from the North.
The Godmodder fought the wolf, and brutally murdered him in front of The Halflanders eyes. This was a mistake. A Big mistake. Between The Halflander and Eleme'rei was something bigger than just a owner-pet relation. They were friends.
The Halflander was consumed by blue flames, ignoring the purple blood that flooded from his leg and unleashed a psiionic wave of pure sorrow, slowing down time around him and frying the Godmodder in a cold, blue inferno. But it did not kill him.
/storypost.
Hmm... we have slight problems with this backstory. The godmodder's antics that relate to our characters that have happened so far are all written down, and the godmodder has been fighting off players like us nonstop since his first start at godmodding so I don't think he's had time to be completely involved in this.
In relation to the psi-godmodder, you haven't yet been a huge enough influence to have an ancestor in that earlier war, I should probably warn you.
Going to say this to everyone, no one should try to have a backstory involving direct contact with the godmodder, seeing as how if that were the case we'd have seen it on one of the threads. Its something I would have tried to do the first three times I tried to join. And so, as a good rule of thumb is 'don't do anything old pionoplayer would have tried to do' attempting to retcon yourself into the godmodder's timeline won't work for ANYONE, not even the GM.
Other than that, its a pretty good idea for a backstory, surprisingly well written for your first story post. Good job.
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Erm... will anyone help me do some vital repairs? Well, I just found some tools hidden here. That should speed things up...
RAM: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
PCI-E SSD: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
System Clock: 80% Broken. Easy to fix.
System Core: 97% Broken. Somewhat hard to fix. -3% from Gerbil.
System Fan: 7% Broken. Easiest to fix.
Installing New Backup: 0% Installing. Easy to fix. Last thing to do.
NG, BU, NL, VS, BC, CS, GS, UB, VD started writing to the CORE SYSTEM DUMP.
NG: What happened? VD: NL! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
NL: How? VD: YOU ACTIVATED THOSE TUBAS. BU: Well it looks like we cannot do anything until we are repaired.
BC: Or we re-gain access to WHEATDOS. GN: HEH. HE WILL RUE THE DAY HE DECIDED TO GO AGENST THE CORR-OH WAIT HE IS ON THE SIDE OF CORRUPTION. NEVER MIND. UB: HEH. HEH. HEH HEH. BUT SERIOUSLY GN YOU ARE NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS CORRUPTION THING.GN: DON'T JUDGE ME.
VS: Arn't we supposed to be Shattering?
NG: That reminds me, I found something here... it says that our shattering almost doomed the timeline. BU: Null and Void, could you try to work together for once so that we could fix ourself? We could help materialize something...
Well. At least we have a Nimble Core. Better plug them into that for now and...
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I can sense them... the backstories, they are coming. Anyways, I kind of find the Parable amusing, since I was alive at the time. I probably spent the entirety of that war in my laboratory, not even noticing anything going on. Then again, I do teach college lectures and go for archeological digs in the desert with my colleagues. Surely I noticed... alas, my memory is fading. I do not know. I help fix the System Core.
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~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
I create a minty toothpaste windstorm to cool the delicate electronics.
Also: "backstory". I was playing on my favorite server when we were teleported to Godcraft. We eventually split up, but then the Godmodder killed my friends. In a typical story progression move, I start fighting the godmodder!
I was immediately taken off by this person's appearance. I had thought of the Godmodding Arts myself, they were my own creation, and I had never publicly shared them with anyone... So who was this person, whose username outright stated he was aware of Godmodding? Indeed, it seemed that everyone else in the field, A.G. or P.G., had stopped what they were doing as well to take note of this person. However, Scratch merely chuckled. When I asked him why he had done so, he merely teleported away.
I confronted the newcomer and asked him how he had known what the art of Godmodding was. I believe our conversation went something like this.
Wait. Of course it did. How silly of me. I always remember a conversation.
PSI: You. How do you know what Godmodding is? GM: what? PSI: I invented it, and I've never told anyone about it. Additionally, I have never seen you around before, so you could not have possibly known about this. GM: ...godmodding is something you do in rps. GM: it means that you make yourself invincible and just deflect any attack towards you. :-P GM: what did YOU think it meant? PSI: What is an "rps"? GM: ugh. noob. "RolePlayS". do you even go on the internet? PSI: ...Who are you? GM: uh, why do you want to know? PSI: You've just disrupted a war. One that has been waging for months. GM: wait, so... i'm here? i made it? GM: wow! i'm actually at the site of the psi-godmodding war! PSI: You... intended to travel here? For what purpose? GM: to watch the war, of course! GM: i got into minecraft a few months ago, and it was impossible to miss this, the most awesome event in its short history! PSI: Well... I suppose you can watch? As a... neutral player?
And so, this Fake Godmodder became a participant in the War. At least, he was a "Fake" Godmodder at first. It would not be until after the war that he would reveal his true colors as the second-most powerful Godmodder in all of history... second to me. Richard, as he revealed himself to me later on, was a very passive force in the war, preferring to stay behind the scenes and watch, rather than act. And he was in apparent awe the whole time... After his appearance, I wondered how exactly Richard had gotten to the war in the first place. It wasn't exactly easily accessible. I asked Scratch on the subject, and what he told me was all I needed to hear.
He said that it was his own doing that had brought Richard to the War... It was part of the plan he had divvied out upon the five players he talked to, the ones who were helping him... At this point I was a bit frightened by Scratch. I knew nothing of his motives, and he seemed to be very unpredictable. I should have pressed him on the subject. I should have. But I didn't.
At midnight, twelve hours after Richard's appearance, when there seemed to be a lull in the fighting of the war, I noticed something odd about the sky. Normally a dark blue at night, the sky was a purple color, which would be fine if the sun was rising, except it wasn't. I also noticed that the clouds seemed to be giving off light, and displaying images of static... I looked to my P.G.s for guidance, but I saw that they were not on the Crockercorp Ship we called our base of operations. I scanned my list of Crockercorp Ships we had stationed across the globe, and saw that one of them, the one stationed near the Arctic, had moved out of position. I promptly traveled there. The Player, unbeknownst to me, followed me in the shadows, hiding himself with what I assume to be the aura of Notch.
When we reached the Arctic, I noticed that the dull purple that had made up the sky before had intensified into a deep, radiant orchid. In front of me, the massive white orb the players had said Scratch had used to enter the server had been disassembled, and turned into a sort of podium, which was projecting images into the sky, creating the orchid effects that had been seen throughout the world. Two sets of tubes ran through the machine, one filled with red liquid, one filled with blue liquid. The five players, and Scratch, all stood in front of the machine, observing it. I silently hovered above them, watching them, until Apophis finally turned around and pointed at me, revealing my existence. It had taken them long enough, but still.
Scratch told me that I should leave now, and that I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I supposed that he was right, but I didn't listen to him. Interestingly, none of them attacked me or at least made any indication of hostility towards me. It was as if Scratch had warned me, and that if I stayed, he wasn't responsible for whatever happened next... I let Scratch and the five players use the machine, and, once they seemed satisfied with how they had configured it, Scratch pressed a button, revealing a spherical object with a portion of it cut out, revealing what appeared to be a countdown.
4:13
The machine hummed and whirred, and the skies turned into what appeared to be a living rainbow, as the horizon fluctuated and tendrils of energy appeared, connecting the skies and the earth. It was as if this machine was bending time and space... Something akin to my godmodding abilities.
4:00
A flash of green light, and a figure appeared next to me, and next to the Player. It was Gemini, and with him, Richard. Gemini leapt at Scratch, and told him to stop what he was doing at once. Scratch predictably refused, and he unsheathed a sword, a black copy of Gemini's own sword. The two looked about ready to initiate a Strife. I realized that must have been what they were about to do.
3:41
Gemini, Scratch, and the five players who were under his control, all fought at once, leaving me and Richard to ourselves. Gemini dispatched the five easily, teleporting them away, which left only Scratch. The two fought, sometimes dissolving into pure arcs of green and red. Gemini explained to me that Scratch planned to create a monster so devilish that its only purpose would be to consume all of reality for itself; effectively a universal version of Apophis, the snake in Egyptian mythology whose goal was to kill Ra, and in doing so, eat the sun.
3:14
The machine glowed white-hot, a metal cylinder protruding out of it. The red and blue tubes flowed into the hollow cylinder, providing it with an orchid liquid that showed dazzling depictions of galaxies and universal phenomena. Gemini and Scratch fought in a clash of wills, and Richard watched all the while, fascinated. I would not figure out until later that this war, in fact, this very battle, would be a key component in his decision to join the Godmodding cause, and in doing so, initiate your own war.
Eventually, Gemini and Scratch locked themselves in a gargantuan tug of war. Gemini, in his hands, held a green column of energy; Scratch, a red one. The two clashed at each other, each one trying to get the other to fall. It was putting massive strain on both of them; they were flashing their respective colors until they became consumed by them. Just when it seemed like Scratch was about to lose, he regained his strength and blasted Gemini with a supernova of energy, knocking him to the ground. 1:43
But then, Gemini stood up.
1:41
A malevolent glow was in his eyes; his glasses shattered beyond repair. Instead of green energy encircling him, red energy arched around his body. He switched out the white sword he had fought with for the bronze sword he seldom used, and cackled. Scratch was visibly shaken by this, and watched as the revived Gemini blasted Scratch with a beam of energy twice as strong as the one prior to it. Scratch flew backwards into his own machine. The orchid lightshow going on in the sky flickered.
1:11
Finally, Scratch turned himself to me, and held his hand out. Five objects flickered into existence near his palm, which appeared to be mob drops shining with blue auras. He cast them into the sky, where they shone like stars, blinding everyone's vision. When mine had cleared, Scratch was gone.
0:41
Gemini turned to me and explained that the whole war, he had been undergoing a change. He had experienced some event that had fractured his mind, and just now, Scratch's beam had used enough power to break his mind in half. I understood. He was bipolar, just like I had been. And it appeared right now, the dominant split was his malevolent one. Gemini told me that, if Scratch's machine was activated, it would, in addition to creating this entity, create a massive Glitch that would disrupt the whole server, ending the war with a draw.
0:33
He told me that he had the power to stop the Glitch, but not the Entity.
0:31
I understood. This had to be the sacrifice he was prophesied to make. I withdrew from the area, taking Richard and The Player with me. I did not look back until twenty-one seconds had passed.
0:10
Gemini was doing something I had never seen before. He was navigating the universe at a scale not known to even I. He was bending the fabric of reality, warping it.
0:04
Operating it.
0:03
That is the job of an Operator, correct?
0:01
I thought so.
0:00
THE OPERATOR sacrificed himself to save the rest of the server. In doing so, he had contained the Glitch somehow, using what I believe to be a mysterious artifact known as a Fez. The Entity that would have been summoned instead became bound to the Void, floating in its emptiness. It would not gain enough power to revive itself for years, in Minecraftian time.
When I had returned to the Battlefield, I noticed something off about it. Everyone was there, but... there were some new arrivals. Some new arrivals that looked very familiar. I recognized them with a shock.
It was Mojang. They had finally caught up with me.
FINALE
The gods of old had all gathered here, on the war-torn battlefield that I had called home for the past year. Notch, Jeb, Dinnerbone... They had arrived on their Palace of the Gods, the floating island that they all gathered in. I knew that news of the war had spread to all corners of the universe, but I hadn't even stopped to think about how Mojang, the Gods, would have reacted.
They said that they had heard news of the war since the very beginning, and had tried for months to figure out how to properly counterattack it. Now, finally, they had arrived, and were ready to put an end to the war once and for all. The A.G.s rallied with Mojang, and together, I realized, their army was the most powerful it had ever been. All armed with the divinity of Mojang, they were ready to... kill me. That was their mission.
But I was not finished yet. I readied up my army of Turrets, which I had used only sparingly thus far, and set them on Mojang. I unleashed my final waves of Terrors, and, finally, raised up my castle from the depths of subterranea, where it stood as an obsidian fortress of malice, despair, and defeat: everything the A.G.s had stood against. I retreated into the safety of its concrete halls, where I could rest knowing that the A.G.s would have to get through the defenses I had so meticulously crafted all those months ago.
And yet, those defenses only held up so much. After a time, through much carnage and battle, the walls of my castle fell, leaving only the few bedrock-inforced rooms I had created to house important cargo, such as I. I had disposed of my P.G.s, leaving them to wander the universe. After Scratch had convinced them to go behind my back and do tasks against their orders, I saw no use for them. However, I kept the ships, which I still had stationed around the world. And yet, like my castle, those to fell. Somehow, the people of the world found access to technology that allowed them to fight back against Crockercorp, using high-tech rifles and machine guns to lay waste to most of them. It had also seemed that some of them vanished with the deployment of Scratch's machine.
Mojang, too, broke free from the hold I had placed them in with the Turrets. They had figured out ways to nullify them, or to destroy them. They had traveled to the Void, uncovered its Secrets, no doubt. Although the struggle took weeks, my opposers eventually, finally, found themselves inside of my Throne Room, the one where The Player had challenged me, back when his army was an army of nine.
The final battle was at hand. My power stronger than it had ever been, and theirs stronger as well. With no external forces clouding the battle, such as Gemini (the universe had mourned his death, but knew it was ordained) and Scratch (I had not seen him again after the Battle at the Arctic), it was time to end the War once at for all. What followed was an epic and complex strife, one that would best be described in pictures, not words, and perhaps with some musical accompaniment. Alas, my talents lie in writing, not art. Perhaps there is someone else who can help you there, but it is not I.
Therefore, since I am sure my words cannot give it justice, I will leave you to envision, in your minds, what the climax of this tale could be. Turrets and comb raves were abound, gods and demons clashing in tandem, the very foundation of the earth ripped to shreds, all in the name of overthrowing a corrupt leader. At its end, the throne room obliterated, I stood alone, facing a pantheon of worthy heroes.
Yet they could not kill me. No matter how low my health was, no matter what attacks they used, they. Could. Not. Kill. Me. I chuckled. All that trouble for nothing. But then, Notch held out something. I recognized it. It was the Disc of Mojang, the one I had used back before I had my powers. I knew what he was about to do. The Disc was made by Notch himself, to act as a sort of justice system, enforcing the rules and laws he had set in place. It could do nearly anything the user desired.
He used it to strip me of all of my powers. Piece by piece. Painfully.
He used it to erase all of the alternate lives I had prepared for me. Piece by piece. Painfully.
He used it, finally, to sentence me to the realm outside of Minecraft, and outside of the Void. To erase my whole being, to confine me to oblivion.
Piece by piece.
Painfully.
And that was that. The war ended not with a bang, but with a punishment. One deserved in full. I learned my lesson. I learned to not seek out power. I learned to not be corrupt. I learned to not look for trouble.
For with great power should come great responsibility. If no one has said that before, please attribute that quote to me from now on. If someone has, please kill them so you can attribute that quote to me from now on. Thank you.
And so here I wait. I have recovered the objects that Scratch assigned to the constellations. Upon further examination, I have recognized them to be the objects I used to create the first Terrors. The Ancestral Artifacts. A Bone, Flesh, Eye, Silk, and Gunpowder. If one recovered these, I bet they could wield my power. Perhaps...
Perhaps it is time I made a prophecy of my own.
There will be a Godmodder. This Godmodder will be one of a kind, and he will restore the legacy I have created for him. He will become the next Psi-Godmodder, and will gather up all the Ancestral Artifacts I have cast out to the corners of the universe, and use them as he will. He must defeat the Descendants of those who I fought in combat, and follow the plot that the Narrative lays out for him. That most of all.
EDIT: The power of my pageclaim compels you to answer.
Yes. You might want to go read the Opening Post a little more thoroughly, or I guess you can do what most of the rest of us did and pick it up as you go along. The limit is currently 40.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Got it. Thank you!
Lifelessly laying on the cold, white platform hung in the void. A screech reverberates. A few twitches are seen, then just a limp and lifeless robot. The Shatter and the Tubas of the Scratch have destroyed all system components. There is a backup in his hand. Gerbil pops out and explains the situation.
Nimble has suffered a System Error so big that it dislodged and broken the PCI-E SSD, shattered the RAM, broken all core system services, jammed the fan, errored the system clock, and almost doomed a timeline. In fact, this timeline would of been doomed if it were not for the system being destroyed. But if Nimble is repaired no damage will come to the timeline. And currently, he needs repairing. Also, it seems like when Nimble is fully repaired the Glitch itself will be manifested in the world to help. I will be slowly trying to fix it, but I appreciate help with this task.
RAM: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
PCI-E SSD: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
System Clock: 80% Broken. Easy to fix.
System Core: 100% Broken. Somewhat hard to fix.
System Fan: 7% Broken. Easiest to fix. -3% by Gerbil.
Installing New Backup: 0% Installing. Easy to fix. Last thing to do.
Yeah. Geez, I keep coming back here and posting stuff that doesn't matter. I hope I'm not getting on your last nerve.
Also, I suppose I shall install Pesterchum. (In the game, I cannot in real life, as was mentioned elsewhere.) I log in as ambiguousTheoretician (#5e0085) on a conveniently obtained PDA. (Heh, I forged it out of all the particles within twenty metres and a touch of magic.)
I remember the tales about him from when I
was just a little chib. The others had famous ancestors like The Submind or The Crystalizer, but mine was just some guy who fought som boring old godmutter in som boring old war.
Let me tell you the tale of The Halflander.
It was little less than a pulse from when he had recived his Pearl and one of his first journeys to the Overworld. He had just finished his base when a Terror attacked him and destroyed it. He killed the Terror and swore revenge on whatever had sent it. On his juorney to the battlefield he found a white wolf cub with brown ears. The Terror had killed its family, so he raised it and teached it the art of psii. When they reached the battlefield it was late, but not too late. There were no AGs in sight and the PGs were busy fighting the mess of entities. He used psii to gaze back in time, seeing the battle flash by his eyes from its very beginning.
Non-Canon battle scene:
When the AGs escaped the gaunlet he challenged the Godmodder to a duel. He was a skilled swordsman and used psii as a second set of limbs, but the Godmodder was more experienced than him. The Godmodder broke his sword and his Pearl, and was just about to finish him when a huge white wolf with brown ears attacked the Godmodder, causing the Godmodder to cut of his opponents leg instead.
Eleme'rei, The Luck from the North.
The Godmodder fought the wolf, and brutally murdered him in front of The Halflanders eyes. This was a mistake. A Big mistake. Between The Halflander and Eleme'rei was something bigger than just a owner-pet relation. They were friends.
The Halflander was consumed by blue flames, ignoring the purple blood that flooded from his leg and unleashed a psiionic wave of pure sorrow, slowing down time around him and frying the Godmodder in a cold, blue inferno. But it did not kill him.
/storypost.
Welcome to the game, Psychodragons! I know the most about this game, second only to Twinbuilder...and Piono...and just about every other player whoa actually read about the sidequest stuff...so ask me anything!
Also, I like your avatar. Im all for the cute pokemon pictures.
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A better question, if you will forgive me for saying, is who does not like cute Pokemon pictures?
Hmm... we have slight problems with this backstory. The godmodder's antics that relate to our characters that have happened so far are all written down, and the godmodder has been fighting off players like us nonstop since his first start at godmodding so I don't think he's had time to be completely involved in this.
In relation to the psi-godmodder, you haven't yet been a huge enough influence to have an ancestor in that earlier war, I should probably warn you.
Going to say this to everyone, no one should try to have a backstory involving direct contact with the godmodder, seeing as how if that were the case we'd have seen it on one of the threads. Its something I would have tried to do the first three times I tried to join. And so, as a good rule of thumb is 'don't do anything old pionoplayer would have tried to do' attempting to retcon yourself into the godmodder's timeline won't work for ANYONE, not even the GM.
Other than that, its a pretty good idea for a backstory, surprisingly well written for your first story post. Good job.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
RAM: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
PCI-E SSD: 100% Broken. Hardest to fix.
System Clock: 80% Broken. Easy to fix.
System Core: 97% Broken. Somewhat hard to fix. -3% from Gerbil.
System Fan: 7% Broken. Easiest to fix.
Installing New Backup: 0% Installing. Easy to fix. Last thing to do.
NG, BU, NL, VS, BC, CS, GS, UB, VD started writing to the CORE SYSTEM DUMP.
NG: What happened?
VD: NL! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
NL: How?
VD: YOU ACTIVATED THOSE TUBAS.
BU: Well it looks like we cannot do anything until we are repaired.
BC: Or we re-gain access to WHEATDOS.
GN: HEH. HE WILL RUE THE DAY HE DECIDED TO GO AGENST THE CORR-OH WAIT HE IS ON THE SIDE OF CORRUPTION. NEVER MIND.
UB: HEH. HEH. HEH HEH. BUT SERIOUSLY GN YOU ARE NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS CORRUPTION THING.GN: DON'T JUDGE ME.
VS: Arn't we supposed to be Shattering?
NG: That reminds me, I found something here... it says that our shattering almost doomed the timeline.
BU: Null and Void, could you try to work together for once so that we could fix ourself? We could help materialize something...
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Sometimes a battle yields no victor.
Fear is Freedom! Control is Liberty!
Contradiction is Truth! That is the reality of this world!
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Oh no
Also: "backstory". I was playing on my favorite server when we were teleported to Godcraft. We eventually split up, but then the Godmodder killed my friends. In a typical story progression move, I start fighting the godmodder!
I was immediately taken off by this person's appearance. I had thought of the Godmodding Arts myself, they were my own creation, and I had never publicly shared them with anyone... So who was this person, whose username outright stated he was aware of Godmodding? Indeed, it seemed that everyone else in the field, A.G. or P.G., had stopped what they were doing as well to take note of this person. However, Scratch merely chuckled. When I asked him why he had done so, he merely teleported away.
I confronted the newcomer and asked him how he had known what the art of Godmodding was. I believe our conversation went something like this.
Wait. Of course it did. How silly of me. I always remember a conversation.
PSI: You. How do you know what Godmodding is?
GM: what?
PSI: I invented it, and I've never told anyone about it. Additionally, I have never seen you around before, so you could not have possibly known about this.
GM: ...godmodding is something you do in rps.
GM: it means that you make yourself invincible and just deflect any attack towards you. :-P
GM: what did YOU think it meant?
PSI: What is an "rps"?
GM: ugh. noob. "RolePlayS". do you even go on the internet?
PSI: ...Who are you?
GM: uh, why do you want to know?
PSI: You've just disrupted a war. One that has been waging for months.
GM: wait, so... i'm here? i made it?
GM: wow! i'm actually at the site of the psi-godmodding war!
PSI: You... intended to travel here? For what purpose?
GM: to watch the war, of course!
GM: i got into minecraft a few months ago, and it was impossible to miss this, the most awesome event in its short history!
PSI: Well... I suppose you can watch? As a... neutral player?
And so, this Fake Godmodder became a participant in the War. At least, he was a "Fake" Godmodder at first. It would not be until after the war that he would reveal his true colors as the second-most powerful Godmodder in all of history... second to me. Richard, as he revealed himself to me later on, was a very passive force in the war, preferring to stay behind the scenes and watch, rather than act. And he was in apparent awe the whole time... After his appearance, I wondered how exactly Richard had gotten to the war in the first place. It wasn't exactly easily accessible. I asked Scratch on the subject, and what he told me was all I needed to hear.
He said that it was his own doing that had brought Richard to the War... It was part of the plan he had divvied out upon the five players he talked to, the ones who were helping him... At this point I was a bit frightened by Scratch. I knew nothing of his motives, and he seemed to be very unpredictable. I should have pressed him on the subject. I should have. But I didn't.
At midnight, twelve hours after Richard's appearance, when there seemed to be a lull in the fighting of the war, I noticed something odd about the sky. Normally a dark blue at night, the sky was a purple color, which would be fine if the sun was rising, except it wasn't. I also noticed that the clouds seemed to be giving off light, and displaying images of static... I looked to my P.G.s for guidance, but I saw that they were not on the Crockercorp Ship we called our base of operations. I scanned my list of Crockercorp Ships we had stationed across the globe, and saw that one of them, the one stationed near the Arctic, had moved out of position. I promptly traveled there. The Player, unbeknownst to me, followed me in the shadows, hiding himself with what I assume to be the aura of Notch.
When we reached the Arctic, I noticed that the dull purple that had made up the sky before had intensified into a deep, radiant orchid. In front of me, the massive white orb the players had said Scratch had used to enter the server had been disassembled, and turned into a sort of podium, which was projecting images into the sky, creating the orchid effects that had been seen throughout the world. Two sets of tubes ran through the machine, one filled with red liquid, one filled with blue liquid. The five players, and Scratch, all stood in front of the machine, observing it. I silently hovered above them, watching them, until Apophis finally turned around and pointed at me, revealing my existence. It had taken them long enough, but still.
Scratch told me that I should leave now, and that I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I supposed that he was right, but I didn't listen to him. Interestingly, none of them attacked me or at least made any indication of hostility towards me. It was as if Scratch had warned me, and that if I stayed, he wasn't responsible for whatever happened next... I let Scratch and the five players use the machine, and, once they seemed satisfied with how they had configured it, Scratch pressed a button, revealing a spherical object with a portion of it cut out, revealing what appeared to be a countdown.
4:13
The machine hummed and whirred, and the skies turned into what appeared to be a living rainbow, as the horizon fluctuated and tendrils of energy appeared, connecting the skies and the earth. It was as if this machine was bending time and space... Something akin to my godmodding abilities.
4:00
A flash of green light, and a figure appeared next to me, and next to the Player. It was Gemini, and with him, Richard. Gemini leapt at Scratch, and told him to stop what he was doing at once. Scratch predictably refused, and he unsheathed a sword, a black copy of Gemini's own sword. The two looked about ready to initiate a Strife. I realized that must have been what they were about to do.
3:41
Gemini, Scratch, and the five players who were under his control, all fought at once, leaving me and Richard to ourselves. Gemini dispatched the five easily, teleporting them away, which left only Scratch. The two fought, sometimes dissolving into pure arcs of green and red. Gemini explained to me that Scratch planned to create a monster so devilish that its only purpose would be to consume all of reality for itself; effectively a universal version of Apophis, the snake in Egyptian mythology whose goal was to kill Ra, and in doing so, eat the sun.
3:14
The machine glowed white-hot, a metal cylinder protruding out of it. The red and blue tubes flowed into the hollow cylinder, providing it with an orchid liquid that showed dazzling depictions of galaxies and universal phenomena. Gemini and Scratch fought in a clash of wills, and Richard watched all the while, fascinated. I would not figure out until later that this war, in fact, this very battle, would be a key component in his decision to join the Godmodding cause, and in doing so, initiate your own war.
Eventually, Gemini and Scratch locked themselves in a gargantuan tug of war. Gemini, in his hands, held a green column of energy; Scratch, a red one. The two clashed at each other, each one trying to get the other to fall. It was putting massive strain on both of them; they were flashing their respective colors until they became consumed by them. Just when it seemed like Scratch was about to lose, he regained his strength and blasted Gemini with a supernova of energy, knocking him to the ground.
1:43
But then, Gemini stood up.
1:41
A malevolent glow was in his eyes; his glasses shattered beyond repair. Instead of green energy encircling him, red energy arched around his body. He switched out the white sword he had fought with for the bronze sword he seldom used, and cackled. Scratch was visibly shaken by this, and watched as the revived Gemini blasted Scratch with a beam of energy twice as strong as the one prior to it. Scratch flew backwards into his own machine. The orchid lightshow going on in the sky flickered.
1:11
Finally, Scratch turned himself to me, and held his hand out. Five objects flickered into existence near his palm, which appeared to be mob drops shining with blue auras. He cast them into the sky, where they shone like stars, blinding everyone's vision. When mine had cleared, Scratch was gone.
0:41
Gemini turned to me and explained that the whole war, he had been undergoing a change. He had experienced some event that had fractured his mind, and just now, Scratch's beam had used enough power to break his mind in half. I understood. He was bipolar, just like I had been. And it appeared right now, the dominant split was his malevolent one. Gemini told me that, if Scratch's machine was activated, it would, in addition to creating this entity, create a massive Glitch that would disrupt the whole server, ending the war with a draw.
0:33
He told me that he had the power to stop the Glitch, but not the Entity.
0:31
I understood. This had to be the sacrifice he was prophesied to make. I withdrew from the area, taking Richard and The Player with me. I did not look back until twenty-one seconds had passed.
0:10
Gemini was doing something I had never seen before. He was navigating the universe at a scale not known to even I. He was bending the fabric of reality, warping it.
0:04
Operating it.
0:03
That is the job of an Operator, correct?
0:01
I thought so.
0:00
THE OPERATOR sacrificed himself to save the rest of the server. In doing so, he had contained the Glitch somehow, using what I believe to be a mysterious artifact known as a Fez. The Entity that would have been summoned instead became bound to the Void, floating in its emptiness. It would not gain enough power to revive itself for years, in Minecraftian time.
When I had returned to the Battlefield, I noticed something off about it. Everyone was there, but... there were some new arrivals. Some new arrivals that looked very familiar. I recognized them with a shock.
It was Mojang. They had finally caught up with me.
The gods of old had all gathered here, on the war-torn battlefield that I had called home for the past year. Notch, Jeb, Dinnerbone... They had arrived on their Palace of the Gods, the floating island that they all gathered in. I knew that news of the war had spread to all corners of the universe, but I hadn't even stopped to think about how Mojang, the Gods, would have reacted.
They said that they had heard news of the war since the very beginning, and had tried for months to figure out how to properly counterattack it. Now, finally, they had arrived, and were ready to put an end to the war once and for all. The A.G.s rallied with Mojang, and together, I realized, their army was the most powerful it had ever been. All armed with the divinity of Mojang, they were ready to... kill me. That was their mission.
But I was not finished yet. I readied up my army of Turrets, which I had used only sparingly thus far, and set them on Mojang. I unleashed my final waves of Terrors, and, finally, raised up my castle from the depths of subterranea, where it stood as an obsidian fortress of malice, despair, and defeat: everything the A.G.s had stood against. I retreated into the safety of its concrete halls, where I could rest knowing that the A.G.s would have to get through the defenses I had so meticulously crafted all those months ago.
And yet, those defenses only held up so much. After a time, through much carnage and battle, the walls of my castle fell, leaving only the few bedrock-inforced rooms I had created to house important cargo, such as I. I had disposed of my P.G.s, leaving them to wander the universe. After Scratch had convinced them to go behind my back and do tasks against their orders, I saw no use for them. However, I kept the ships, which I still had stationed around the world. And yet, like my castle, those to fell. Somehow, the people of the world found access to technology that allowed them to fight back against Crockercorp, using high-tech rifles and machine guns to lay waste to most of them. It had also seemed that some of them vanished with the deployment of Scratch's machine.
Mojang, too, broke free from the hold I had placed them in with the Turrets. They had figured out ways to nullify them, or to destroy them. They had traveled to the Void, uncovered its Secrets, no doubt. Although the struggle took weeks, my opposers eventually, finally, found themselves inside of my Throne Room, the one where The Player had challenged me, back when his army was an army of nine.
The final battle was at hand. My power stronger than it had ever been, and theirs stronger as well. With no external forces clouding the battle, such as Gemini (the universe had mourned his death, but knew it was ordained) and Scratch (I had not seen him again after the Battle at the Arctic), it was time to end the War once at for all. What followed was an epic and complex strife, one that would best be described in pictures, not words, and perhaps with some musical accompaniment. Alas, my talents lie in writing, not art. Perhaps there is someone else who can help you there, but it is not I.
Therefore, since I am sure my words cannot give it justice, I will leave you to envision, in your minds, what the climax of this tale could be. Turrets and comb raves were abound, gods and demons clashing in tandem, the very foundation of the earth ripped to shreds, all in the name of overthrowing a corrupt leader. At its end, the throne room obliterated, I stood alone, facing a pantheon of worthy heroes.
Yet they could not kill me. No matter how low my health was, no matter what attacks they used, they. Could. Not. Kill. Me. I chuckled. All that trouble for nothing. But then, Notch held out something. I recognized it. It was the Disc of Mojang, the one I had used back before I had my powers. I knew what he was about to do. The Disc was made by Notch himself, to act as a sort of justice system, enforcing the rules and laws he had set in place. It could do nearly anything the user desired.
He used it to strip me of all of my powers. Piece by piece. Painfully.
He used it to erase all of the alternate lives I had prepared for me. Piece by piece. Painfully.
He used it, finally, to sentence me to the realm outside of Minecraft, and outside of the Void. To erase my whole being, to confine me to oblivion.
Piece by piece.
Painfully.
And that was that. The war ended not with a bang, but with a punishment. One deserved in full. I learned my lesson. I learned to not seek out power. I learned to not be corrupt. I learned to not look for trouble.
For with great power should come great responsibility. If no one has said that before, please attribute that quote to me from now on. If someone has, please kill them so you can attribute that quote to me from now on. Thank you.
And so here I wait. I have recovered the objects that Scratch assigned to the constellations. Upon further examination, I have recognized them to be the objects I used to create the first Terrors. The Ancestral Artifacts. A Bone, Flesh, Eye, Silk, and Gunpowder. If one recovered these, I bet they could wield my power. Perhaps...
Perhaps it is time I made a prophecy of my own.
There will be a Godmodder. This Godmodder will be one of a kind, and he will restore the legacy I have created for him. He will become the next Psi-Godmodder, and will gather up all the Ancestral Artifacts I have cast out to the corners of the universe, and use them as he will. He must defeat the Descendants of those who I fought in combat, and follow the plot that the Narrative lays out for him. That most of all.
So says I, the Psi-Godmodder.
FIN
/Extremely null post
I assume it was a fake notch, or something similar. Somebody summoned TwinBuilder once as an entity, maybe it was like that.
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