Now leaving Earth-Prime, next destination Earth-Prime-1. ETA less than 2 hours.
We're getting close, it seems. Although close seems to be...relative with this portal. I think the previous stop was...What, World 1638496039249329-2?
Seems a rather roundabout route.
Portal geometry is complicated. Not to mention that noone's invented a real numbering system for the places where the planet isn't named or identifiable...Who knows, maybe that's an alternate Earth noone's discovered yet.
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
3/7 for the Polar Opposite
I finish the Waterfall
7/10 for the Penultimatum
14/50 for Vulcanos: Fire titan
6/15 for charged attack
This brings up many questions...
Who is it that wishes to visit Earth.
And which Earth is it?
And how likely is our trip here to bring the ire of Eric upon us?
I wonder...
Is this Earth Eric's home?
Why am I thinking that?
I finished it long ago...
Yet sometimes... H̹̞̹̀͒̿᷾e̹͕̼̹̼͗͟l̸̘̹̜̹᷉͗l̥̹̹̈́͌̍͏o̹̯̺̹͢͝͠!̹͇̹͙ͧ͑͢
Tricky! This is my own internal monologue!
R̥͉͍ͬͪͪ̓ë́ͪ̿͒̉ͪͫa͕̼̪ͪ͆ͪ͝l̮̹ͪ̃̄ͪ͟l͉̘̮ͪ̂ͪ͡y̴ͪ̅ͪ͞͡͝?̶̝̼̣ͪ͆ͪ ̗᷉ͪ̿́ͪ̐I̟᷇ͪ᷈ͯͪ̈́ ̸̸̯ͪ᷅ͪͪt͔͇ͪ͗͆᷈ͪh᷿̦̲͛ͪͪ͊o͙ͪ᷀̉ͪͤ͞u̸̯ͪ̑ͪ᷾̕g͕͈̫͐ͪ͂ͪh̸̰̯᷿ͪͪ̏t͏̶̣᷊̰ͪͪ ͚̘͚ͪ̅̋ͪỳͪͦ̒̈ͪ̊o͖̦ͪ̃̿ͩͪu̵̜̯͉ͪͪ͟ ᷂ͪ᷇͌᷀ͪ͑ẃ̙ͪ̈ͧͪ̈e᷊᷊̓ͪ͊͂ͪr̳᷾ͪ᷉ͪ͝ͅẹ͔̓ͪͪ͞͡ ̫ͪͤ̔̃ͪ̑h̻̓ͪ̂ͨͪ̇a̮̹̟̝ͪͪ͛v̻͕̲ͪͬͪ͡i̷̪ͪ᷆ͪ͐͡n̡̍ͪ͗͂ͪͣg͉͂ͪͪ̿ͪ᷄ ᷂̹ͪ̔ͪ̚̚ḁ̖ͪͪ͟͞͝n͕͛ͪ᷄̂ͪ͠ ̷͓̠ͪ̈́᷄ͪe᷃ͪ̐ͯ̒ͪͅx̛̲᷈ͪͩͪͭiͪͪ̒̉ͪ̚̚s̴̛̙̮ͪ᷁ͪt̙̹̋ͪ᷇ͪ̈́ȩ̛ͪ᷄̓ͪ̓ň̵ͪͤͩͪ͗t̤̒ͪ͊͋̐ͪi͈᷊̘ͪ̍ͪ͜a̧͙̭ͪ̍ͪ͋l͕ͪ̈́͏̭̋ͪ ̢̦̓ͪͪ͊͢c̭̜͛ͪ̒̃ͪr͎͚͋ͪ̈̉ͪi͙ͪ͏͐̍ͪͥs̯̰̦̋ͪ᷃ͪi͌ͪ̾̌᷄ͪ̄s͚᷊̲̞ͪ᷄ͪ.̴ͪ̄͏̢ͪͮ
What are you doing here?
E͖̱͗͊͏͊̓n͔̺͊̀͊͂͢t̞᷂̝̞͊᷇͊e̴̜̮᷁͊͊͟r̗̳͊̅͂͊͘t͚͓̞᷀͊͊᷾aͮ͊̈́͑̒͊ͣi̴̭̲͊͌͊᷾n͉᷿͚̱͊̓͊ǐ̧̱̤̺͊͊n̈͊ͬ᷉̏͊̑ĝ̼͊̓ͮ͊ͬ ̢̗͊̒ͧ͛͊m᷂̰͚͊͊͘͜y͕̾͊᷾̇͊͏s͕̞͊͒͊̚͜e̴̴̤͊͊͟͞lͥ͊͂᷃͊̃͞f̥᷊᷿͊͊᷇͠.͔̮͊᷇͐͊᷅
Do you have to do it in my head?
N̶̫̪̫̫͋̿o̷̫᷊̲̫̩᷄t̫̪̫́̅᷉͝ ̫͚̫̄ͤ̈́͐n̖̫̣̫ͭͧ͢e̫᷿̤̫᷾ͪ̚c̨̫̫̱͆͐͟ẹ̡̫̤̫᷈ͦs̫̫̫᷂ͥ̌ͧs̠̫͓̫᷿̀᷉a͏̫̜̫̌᷀̇ŗ̴̠̫̠̫ͮi͚̫̗̫͈᷁᷇l̫̫͓̫̉᷉ͪỹ̫̙̫͙͆ͥ.̫̦̲̫̺᷆͟
Then get out.
Ẃ̢̧̢̰͙̅h̢̢͌ͯ͘͝ͅỷ̢̢̺̻̙̹?̶̸̢̢̐̐͢
That's an order Tricky.
Aeronedian Skies 35/50
Voidmetal Wand Caps 7/20
The Ender Ender 3/7
The Ship Sinker 4/6
I have too many weapons. Thank goodness for the Bottomless Pouch...
I clone the Nether Compass.
Then, I think... yes, that should work.
Portal time? Perhaps. Wait. What? Of course! I have been a fool. Kindly align your visual organs to the Energex. Okay, but I don't know if- See, perhaps? Yep. Yes. You are not blind. You are now using my sight to see.
Before I walk over to the Portal, I Nightmare Fuel ~~~ Loom, and Eldritch Tentacle ~~~ Loom. I stick the results into my Inventory. It is lucky I made that set of basic magic supplies. Perhaps they will enable me to continue my charges whilst I am gone.
Then, I step over to the portal. Do I trust The Operator? Should I enter? Yes. I briefly close my eyes, take a deep breath, and plunge into the depths.
INVENTORY: Potion of lucid dreaming, Potion of Magic, and Potion of Imagination
Azura's Dark Star IIIII
armageddonsActuator [AA]: Logged In
6/? High Tide AND Ice AND Mist AND Earthquake = Earthshaker
6/? Afterglow AND Stygian Iron Scepter = The Dead Scepter
2/? Hephaestus On Ice AND Eternal Fire
POST 1;
Null Crystal && Elemental Hammer || Java Cube = Java Smash (Level 6: 5/7)
Resonant Tuba Energy && Hardened Party Energy && Pure Void Energy = Pure Conch Energy (3/6)
I equip the Armageddon's Conductor. The entire point of a Voidwalker is to infuse the energy of the Null Crystals into you, allowing you to temporarily survive in The Void. I then ask Erelye for a duplicate of it's Scribe's Wands. Afterward I ask the... giant robotic one with a robot exosuit thing where I could find some of those... monochrome things. Also, Nimbleguy was my exosuit's name. I am Eglarbroad Vandelsnatch. ABILITIES: BREATH FIRE: IIIII PAC-MAN: IIIII VOID: II EATEN: NULL VOIDED SCEPTER: VOID ENERGY: 500/500 LIFE FORCE: 500/500 INSANITY: 500/500 FOCUS: VOID ORIGIN'S STAFF: IGNIS: 300/1000 AQUA: 300/1000 TERRA: 300/1000 AER: 300/1000 ORDO: 300/1000 PERDITO: 300/1000 FOCUS: NONE PESTERCHUM: LOGGED IN AS [CG] codingGadget [#6600ff] Mechanic Nega Temporal Primal Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi: UPGRADES: PRIMAL, TIME, MACHINE, METEOR FREEZE: II JOLT: II ELEMENTAL TRI-BEAM: III NYAN CUBE MODE: II MUSHROOM BOMB: II VOID MODE: II NULL CUBE MODE: II NOGALISTA MODE: II TUBA CANNON MODE: II SUPER POWER NINJA TURBO NEO ULTRA HYPER MEGA MULTI ALPHA META EXTRA UBER PREFIX COMBO: IIIIII PRIMAL: IIIIIIII TIME: IIIII EMP: IIIIIIIII METEOR SHOWER: IIIIIIIII
{In the center of the blast crater left by a GAHMD strike the APAWA kneels, its bubble-shield incandescent, but thin, the inside of the visor coated with corrupted code in an unpleasant shade of purple, scrolling slowly... Suddenly a red message surfaces...}
{>YOU. WILL. NOT. SUCCEED. MY. FOE.
{>YOU WILL FALL.}
{>I AM THE ELDER.}
<˚çø´µçˆ~This.Is.My.Body.Now~µπ∑ˆ∑µ>
<™ª¡µ≈ˆ~You.Will.Be.Deleted.~µçßø∑æ>
{>RUNNING FINALITY MEASURES.}
{>REVERTING TO CONTROL BY (Avatar_2.exe)}
<µçåø~What.Is.That.Program.~µçˆßøåµ>
<˜çøߘ˚µß~There.Is.No.Second.Avatar~ø˜åø¨å˜>
"Yes there is. Guess what, I've decided you are worse even than the demon with the blue voice, and his machine."
{>ALLOWING FINALITY PROGRAM 01 TO GET ON WITH IT.}
{>RUNNING FINALITY PROGRAM 02}
{>RETRACTING CONTROL RODS.}
{>DISABLING COOLANT SYSTEM.}
{>REACTOR OVERLOAD IMMINENT.}
{>OVERLOAD IN PROGRESS.}
{>ESTIMATED MONOCHROMIUM CONTAMINATION TO SURROUNDINGS: TOTAL.}
{>RUNNING ANTI-CONTAM MEASURES.}
{>MEASURES FAILED.}
{>EJECTING FUEL.}
<~NO~>
<~YOU.WILL.NOT.~>
<~PREVENTING.EJECTION~>
<~PREVENTION.PARTIALLY.SUCCESSFUL~>
<~50%.FUEL.LOST~>
{Four fuel rods, trailing colorlessness, fly in every direction, two of them colliding with the terrain, one landing in the Alchemiter complex, and the last falling out of the sky, at last, to scare the living daylights out of Vendelsnatch.}
{>FINALITY MEASURES PARTIALLY COMPLETE.}
{>FINALIZING OVERLOAD.}
{Distortion ripples across the landscape, sucking the color from everything, warping time and gravity in strange ways...}
{And, of a sudden, the APAWA is gone... Sucked away to another place on the W coordinates, destroyed, who knows? I, Narrator-Zand, do not...}
{>Running cryogenics measures.}
{>Reverting remote systems to autonomous.}
{>Awaiting rescue...}
{A hundred thousand years later, tomorrow, there is a brighter than usual meteor over Washington DC... Monochromium overloads work in... Strange ways... And those who survive are left... Changed...}
Blue: Ride bluebird out of nether, and into the portal. Don starlit.
Right.
Because I want to be shocked.
Every time I touch my clothing.
And I also want to twinkle.
Fine, alchemize your own clothing then.
Okay.
Sky Blue AND Deflector Shields 1/1
Fseftr: Take place of Blue in suspended sidequest.
You got THE BLUEBIRD! A heavily modified stealth plane colored in blue. Any missiles or weaponry that touch it are destroyed, and anyone who is not a member of its crew that boards it is destroyed as well.
You won't be shocked! Only other people will! Therefore, I cancel your alchemy.
I >Fine my weapons again ;P
I ~~~ the Faceless 8 and Points Constellae individually.
I enter the portal, wondering if the orchid energy from the Godmodder, Project Binary, and THE EMPLOYER are related. After all, Project Binary && Godmodder = THE EMPLOYER, according to my hypothesis.
I take some time to log in as genericGamer [GG]. Color: Literally the laziest gray possible. Like you just KNOW that immigrants were responsible for this.
You know, the way it is right now, the alchemiter would still let me abuse the system even with your one-use >Fines. Albeit at the cost of an alchemy slot, but still.
You got the BINARY BLADE! A powerful weapon used by Jesus himself in Madness Combat. Ones and zeroes mark its blade.
You got the CROCKERCORP MAELSTROM! The most powerful weapon designed by the Crockercorp Armada. A huge red railgun whose size rivals even Daybreak. Even without its paradoxical nature, you'd only get one shot from it!
You got the LUNAR SANCTUM! Obviously not the lunar fortress whose size is nearly that of the Moon itself. Rather, it is a miniature replica of the massive cannon that rests at its core.
You got the SLENDERMAN TUX! Worn by the Slenderman himself, as black as a dark forest.
You got NOTCH'S GARB! The clothes worn by Notch, the God of Creation himself.
You enter.
I will add your chumhandle to the list! I'll be revising the way Fine and Very Fine alchemies work...
=[25 / 50]= HELIX 2.0
=[15 / 25]= bird jesus
=[A]=[10 / 11]= The Other Side
QUICKLY! ENTER THE PORTAL!
alright, sweet.
Let's go. Just be careful.
I'd Advise Against Entering The Portal... HEY GREEN! YOU SOUND LIKE KANAYA!
...
What?
Chaos Pearl -c Warp Drive 3/4
Chaos Pearl 4x 3/3
Oh! Chaos Pearl ~~~ Chaotic Robes 1/1 (I bet they involve bronze light and fancy ever-shifting sigils...That can be plucked off and flung at enemies!!!)
I don the Chaotic Robes.
*elevator music plays*
Well, I do enjoy a portal with a sense of humor.
That's not how the Loom works! You use it to run an ingredient through itself, not an ingredient through another ingredient!
More >Fine.
I captcharoid a copy of the Godmodder's armor.
Hmm...
Holopad Upgrade 1/20
Allows people to preview alchemies as a non-regular alchemy action
Binary Blade > Fine = Unbreakable Katana
Crockercorp Maelstrom > Fine = Proton Cannon
Lunar Sanctum > Fine = Ahab's Crosshairs
You got an UNBREAKABLE KATANA! A real hard sword for a real hard dude. It was said to be forged by an ancient Otaku Master over the heat of a roaring manga fire. It was cooled in an enchanted spring where virgin horses nicker and bathe, and was said could be used only by one whose pointy anime shades were deemed sweet enough, and whose hair existed in a perpetually sculpted state of looking completely awesome.
You got a PROTON CANNON! Best used in conjunction with an Iron Lass Suit or something with similar properties. An extremely large cannon that packs a quantum punch.
You got AHAB'S CROSSHAIRS! Yeah, this weapon's a piece of (I fail counted). Supposedly the ultimate weapon of the Riflekind Abstratus.
You captcharoid the Omega Armor. A ghost image of it rolls out on a Captchalogue Card. Its code is G0D0F4LL.
Miraj: 13/50
That debuff guy: 13/50
Aegis is still posting! +2 from and to him.
I suppose... Enter... THE!... Ppppp...
Pizza place. I look around a little then get bored and enter the portal because entering random portals leading to danger and other universe's is ALWAYS a good idea. (Wait... Does this mean we could take a trip to D.C and meet our Minecraft selves? Spooky...)
I'm assuming I'm not going to need all of Yin's stuff for a while...
=-=-=-=-= Wilson =-=-=-=-=
Mounted machine gun || (hydraulic piston && electric piston && steam piston) done Piston machine gun thingy
Redbling Quadchopper ~c Piston Machine Gun = Redbling war chopper 2/4
Potion of magic O0O potion of heaven (positive, the magic potion) = potion of holy magic done
Wilson sat in confusion for a moment, then, despite the Godmodder not seeming to move, he started backing away slowly. He then turned and ran flat out, leaving his card to be trampled in the dust, until he tripped and slid down a hill. After shaking himself off, he thought about what the Godmodder had said. Wilson had obviously massively misjudged the Godmodder's motives, but to be honest, he never really had judged them. He didn't actually know what the word "Ragequit" meant, but he could assume it meant 'to quit angrily'. But quit what exactly? Quit fighting the Godmodder? Was this war just a show of power? No... He probably meant quit this game. So... He built this world and summoned everyone to it so they can... Leave it? What was he gaining from all this? Awful lot of work just for some satifaction. Or maybe it wasn't much work for him. Whatever the case, philosophy about the meaning of the world was always best done from the bottom of a ditch; so was sarcasm.
Sidekicks are easy. The only thing you need to know about them is that they don't technically do anything. They operate from the same action pool you do. If Wilson had his own actions, I could make 6 alchemies per post. (Notice that last turn when Wilson tried charming the Godmodder, I didn't do an attack myself that post because I felt Wilson's actions constituted an attack on the Godmodder) So really, they are just a chance to RP as a different character.
Don't worry Talist! It's almost time for the pizza party! But not yet...
You got a POTION OF HOLY MAGIC! Imbued with an ancient power.
POST 2;
Null Crystal && Elemental Hammer || Java Cube = Java Smash (Level 6: 6/7)
Resonant Tuba Energy && Hardened Party Energy && Pure Void Energy = Pure Conch Energy (4/6)
Wha-OW. What is this... rod that fell out of the receiving end of the portal...? Must be that monochromabobthing. I use PAC-MAN on the Monochromium Fuel Rod. I then inspect my surroundings. I now give the fox a Null Crystal. ABILITIES: BREATH FIRE: IIIII PAC-MAN: II VOID: II EATEN: Monochromium Fuel Rod VOIDED SCEPTER: VOID ENERGY: 500/500 LIFE FORCE: 500/500 INSANITY: 500/500 FOCUS: VOID ORIGIN'S STAFF: IGNIS: 300/1000 AQUA: 300/1000 TERRA: 300/1000 AER: 300/1000 ORDO: 300/1000 PERDITO: 300/1000 FOCUS: NONE PESTERCHUM: LOGGED IN AS [CG] codingGadget [#6600ff] Mechanic Nega Temporal Primal Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi: UPGRADES: PRIMAL, TIME, MACHINE, METEOR FREEZE: II JOLT: II ELEMENTAL TRI-BEAM: III NYAN CUBE MODE: II MUSHROOM BOMB: II VOID MODE: II NULL CUBE MODE: II NOGALISTA MODE: II TUBA CANNON MODE: II SUPER POWER NINJA TURBO NEO ULTRA HYPER MEGA MULTI ALPHA META EXTRA UBER PREFIX COMBO: IIIIII PRIMAL: IIIIIIII TIME: IIIII EMP: IIIIIIIII METEOR SHOWER: IIIIIIIII
Aeronedian Skies 36/50
Voidmetal Wand Caps 8/20
The Ender Ender 4/7
The Ship Sinker 5/6
So. I suppose all we can do is wait. I clone the Scribe's Wands, and give the copy to Eglarbroad.
Ereeeeeelyeeee! Guess whaaaaaaaat? I would advise you not to extend my name like Vriska does, but I have no control over you, even if you are a fragment of my mind. So, what do you want? Actually, I just want to talk. I don't think we've got anything else to do. I daresay you can. What would you like to talk about? First off, what are we going to wear? Ah. I thought we would get to this. Here are the choices. The Void Thaumaturge's Robes I am currently wearing, the Inky Robes, this: Wow. Don't you ever wear anything casual? No. This means I can do something! Some formal party clothes should be ready in a few minutes. Indeed.
POST 3; POST COUNT AT QUOTA.
Null Crystal && Elemental Hammer || Java Cube = Java Smash (Level 6: 7/7)
Resonant Tuba Energy && Hardened Party Energy && Pure Void Energy = Pure Conch Energy (5/6)
I do Scribe's Wands && Monochromium Fuel Rod && Resonant Tuba Energy && Twig of Yggdrasil && Mechanic Nega Temporal Primal Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi || Mechanic Nega Temporal Primal Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi. Next I pick put my Voidwalker and take it and me into the portal. If I cannot pick it up, I poke it into the portal. Afterward I inspect my surroundings. ABILITIES: BREATH FIRE: IIIII PAC-MAN: II VOID: II EATEN: Monochromium Fuel Rod VOIDED SCEPTER: VOID ENERGY: 500/500 LIFE FORCE: 500/500 INSANITY: 500/500 FOCUS: VOID ORIGIN'S STAFF: IGNIS: 300/1000 AQUA: 300/1000 TERRA: 300/1000 AER: 300/1000 ORDO: 300/1000 PERDITO: 300/1000 FOCUS: NONE PESTERCHUM: LOGGED IN AS [CG] codingGadget [#6600ff] Mechanic Nega Temporal Primal Mushroomy Godmodding Nyan Nogalistic Ferropper Magical Tubas upgraded with Raspberry Pi: UPGRADES: PRIMAL, TIME, MACHINE, METEOR FREEZE: II JOLT: II ELEMENTAL TRI-BEAM: III NYAN CUBE MODE: II MUSHROOM BOMB: II VOID MODE: II NULL CUBE MODE: II NOGALISTA MODE: II TUBA CANNON MODE: II SUPER POWER NINJA TURBO NEO ULTRA HYPER MEGA MULTI ALPHA META EXTRA UBER PREFIX COMBO: IIIIII PRIMAL: IIIIIIII TIME: IIIII EMP: IIIIIIIII METEOR SHOWER: IIIIIIIII
Scribe's Wands && Monochromium Fuel Rod && Resonant Tuba Energy && Nimbleguy's Tubas || Nimbleguy's Tubas = Sticks of Notch (Level 30: 1/31)
You got JAVA SMASH! A modified version of the Elemental Hammer that is imbued with the power of Null. Its head resembles the Java Cube used in coding-related Battle Techniques.
The only thing allowed to go through the portal is you.
Unbreakable Katana > Fine = Gladius Dei
Proton Cannon > Fine = GUN.......
Ahab's Crosshairs > Fine = The White Whaler
You got GLADIUS DEI! A gleaming white sword that seems to give off sunlight. It is imbued with the holy power of Notch himself. One of the ultimate weapons of the Bladekind Abstratus.
You got a GUN....... An incredibly crappy gun riddled with JPEG artifacts. Whether it can fire or not is completely debatable.
You got the WHITE WHALER! A heavily modified version of Ahab's Crosshairs that is completely white. Its tip shines with an unearthly light... Upon fire, it issues out a giant white ball of pure energy that explodes on contact with whatever it touches.
ii: 40/50 +1 +2 from Erelye
iii: 39/50 +1 +1 from Erelye
i 40/50 +1 +2 from Erelye
+1 to Erelye +1 to Erelye
Leonstar0: Once again the Godmodder defies logic by saying that something which had explicitly been
poked into his eye was blocked by his helmet. I was describing what had happened, not an action that was taking place. Therefore Logic screws the Godmodder up hard in retaliation for all the screwing that the Godmodder had done to it.
Leonstar1: I take a picture of the grey portal.
I duplicate the pocket alchemiter, wherever it is.
Twig of Yggdrasil && Lamp = Conclave lighting fixture 8/???
I duplicate 1 Holy Mackerel.
Okay, Logic would screw the Godmodder by healing him instead of damaging him. But do you want that to happen??
You captcharoid the GREY PORTAL. A ghost image of it rolls out on a captchalogue card. Its code appears to be 88888887.
5/50 Japhet (Next OFF boss) + 1 fseftr
2/50 Captain Robo-K4yne, Bane of the Seven Universes
2/25 Health Care Package
Iron Sword && Laser Pointer = Iron Lasersword (Level 1: 2/2)
THIS IS THE KEY. FINALLY HAVING A BODY AGAIN. this is my chance. a new body. new weapons. i will be able to hunt again. hunt humans.
THE GOOD OLD DAYS. ONLY ME AND MY PREY. i don't care about k4yne's plan to become a god. this avatar is now mine, and it will be my body for years to come. the robo thing can keep his eyes on the battlefield.
> Hogan: ENTER PORTAL.
Helpin fseftr and Serpent once.
> R. K.: Equips Iron Lasersword.
You got an IRON LASERSWORD! A modified iron sword whose blade conceals a laser gun. Capable of burning enemies for a short time.
Oh that formula worked? Saved me entire 4 posts, nice. (Or 2 i guess, the Pulley already existed) And yeah ill continue the alchemy, a lvl10 got to be usefull yeah?
+1 to K4yne
Sulfur Smasher && Pulley && Crafter's Best Friend = Malleo Dei (Level 10: 3/11)
Brightstone Dust > Fine = Brightstone Block
Chaotic Crossbow > Fine = Chaotic Autobow
You got a BRIGHTSTONE BLOCK! A block with the properties of Glowstone and Redstone.
You got a CHAOTIC AUTOBOW! Stores anything you want as ammo, then fires it out with its double machine gun barrels. Imbued with a malevolent bronze energy.
Aeronedian Skies 40/50 (+1 from Leon, Leon, Leon, and self)
Voidmetal Wand Caps 12/20 (+1 from Leon, Leon, Leon, and self)
The Ender Ender 5/7
The Ship Sinker 6/6!
+1 to Talist and Leon.
Absolutely fantastic. I shall stick that in my inventory, for future use. I know I shall need it, in time.
((Finally, my alchemies and charges are whittling down. Just a few more to go. The resultant chain with Ender Ender, and a ten post charge. Whew.))
I do not dare call myself an overlord. I stated people called me that, and I corrected them. The fact is, my order is rather... different from yours, as I am certain your order is not a conclave of beings somewhat akin to First Guardians, but with knowledge. Fixing a portal is quite simple, in all actuality. All one must do is realign the polar lattices of a portal, and it will immediately implode. Also, I must admit that I was on watch at the time, scrying during the investigation. Scientia Custodis generally are prepared for this kind of thing, and I know for a fact he sent a decoy, and was never caught. Vranaz was yelling at Therozen for hours because he thought, and I quote, "He's gone [REDACTED] crazy! Who watches people like that?!" I am a somewhat competent prophet, thank you very much. Heh. In the end, he found a hive of Mind Apiders being watched over by Eldritch Guardians, and I was sent in, having a great deal of experience in that field. We came back two hours later. Even I am surprised that a Strangulation Hex and Cursed Flames worked so well.
You got THE SHIP SINKER! A large sickle that is emblazoned with the image of an X. Those who wield it feel an aura of broken hearts and sadness. In the right hands, it can be used to sink any ship the blade deems worthy.
Oh twin, is the MBoA going to happen or not? And if so, around what time?
2/7 for the Polar Opposite
4/5 for the Waterfall
6/10 for the Penultimatum
13/50 for Vulcanos: fire titan
5/15 for my charged attack
On the battlefield, piono waits for a short period of time, then out of the sky bounces a particular clown with his signature stop sign.
piono and Tricky walk into the portal.
In the Nether, Phobos continues bashing in Inferno's face.
Glargh, I want so bad to participate in this event, but I think it would break all my story plans. Maybe I'll send weapons to you guys for use over the dimensions?
Hmmm, I guess I'll continue my own thing, but sealed off in a safe place. Maybe I'll join you guys later. Until then, take this. I'm putting this orb into a shared inventory for all players to use. If you find yourselves in need of assistance during the event, smash it on the ground. I found it in my pocket a long time ago, but I never knew how I got it, but I have this feeling that I'm supposed to give it to you all.
Item added to inventory: Paradox Orb
It contains the energy of a paradox, when broken the paradox will be resolved, and the energy released.
My turn: (I don't know how to name spoilers)
10/10 P Structure
The P Structure expands into a small castle, with a watch tower outside manned by fully automatic crossbow turret. I small warehouse stands a short ways away. (Now it starts to take shape *evil laughter*)
1/5 P Structure
6/10 Teh Epic combo + 1 from Erelye
5/5 Mini lab
My mini lab stands, ready to be used, I install the Autonomous crafting table, and I deploy some strange machinery.
I activate the machinery, which start putting together various parts all being built onto a frame that looks almost like the sheath of a sword. I wonder what that could mean. But only briefly, as their are more things to create.
It has begun. Maybe now I'll finally know why I feel the need to do this.
I start erecting a rather large altar, with a redstone clock that seems to focus energy into an enchanting table at the center every tick. Still completely oblivious to the fact that I'm sealed off from the outside world.
Altar of Energy 1/10
(This is going to be for public use, it shall focus energy from thoughts, redstone, and magical items. You can create orbs of solidified energy using this, for use in alchemizing or other purposes. For example, one could create anything from an Orb of Pulsating Redstone to an Orb of Happy.)
Redstone Computer 3/4
399/1,000 clocks destroyed (I know you had stated that their was an immunity to lag in the last update, I'm just kind of dumb sometimes)
Don't worry, 666 isn't the number of the beast. It's actually 616, so we're past that already.
Zerithos- you can put your stuff on hold. It isn't like your castle is going to rot or anything. It will still be there when you come back.
Miraj: 15/50
That debuff guy: 14/50
+2 to Ereyle and +1 from him
Nothing to do but some RP stuff with Wilson...
=-=-=-=-= Wilson =-=-=-=-=
Good Dog ~~~ loom = ??? (I need something to wear as well I suppose)
Redbling Quadchopper ~c Piston Machine Gun = Redbling war chopper 3/4
Stock up!
+1 potion of rejuvenation, +1 splash potion of frostbite
After scrambling out of the ditch, Wilson started walking back to his lab. The Godmodder had a very black and white view of the world. Anyone not for him was against him. Wilson hadn't intended to be against him. But if his only purpose was to fight, peace was against him. All Wilson wanted to do was to extend his life a little. Once the Godmodder was slain and this server was closed, he would die. Well, he wouldn't technically die, just cease to exist. But this is when he heard the Operator's announcement. A portal? To... Earth? What's that? Some different server? So maybe he didn't have to die. He could flee to another server. But that did seem like the coward's way out. Regardless, he should at least check it out. Maybe he could stay on this server until its dying moment then move to this "Earth" if it seemed safe and acceptable. That felt like a good plan. Wilson gathered up all his potions and put on his armor. He moved down to the new portal. It was grey and sinister. Was this a sign of what "Earth" would be? He saw many of the Players entering the portal without much forethought. Wilson threw a rock into it. It seemed safe enough based on the fact nothing horrific happened to the rock. This could be where he dies. Well, it was risk of death vs chance at a longer life. Might as well roll the dice. Wilson took a deep breath and entered the portal...
=[26 / 50]= HELIX 2.0
=[16 / 25]= bird jesus
=[A]=[11 / 11]= The Other Side -> COMPLETE!
IT'S THE NUMBER OF THE DOME...
PREPARE YOURSELVES.
You got THE OTHER SIDE! An autobow that is held like a shotgun. Its machine gun barrels fire black bolts of energy. Outfitted on top of them is a crossbow that fires healing tea. The weapon resembles a black alien phaser.
3/7 for the Polar Opposite
I finish the Waterfall
7/10 for the Penultimatum
14/50 for Vulcanos: Fire titan
6/15 for charged attack
This brings up many questions...
Who is it that wishes to visit Earth.
And which Earth is it?
And how likely is our trip here to bring the ire of Eric upon us?
I wonder...
Is this Earth Eric's home?
Why am I thinking that?
I finished it long ago...
Yet sometimes... H̹̞̹̀͒̿᷾e̹͕̼̹̼͗͟l̸̘̹̜̹᷉͗l̥̹̹̈́͌̍͏o̹̯̺̹͢͝͠!̹͇̹͙ͧ͑͢
Tricky! This is my own internal monologue!
R̥͉͍ͬͪͪ̓ë́ͪ̿͒̉ͪͫa͕̼̪ͪ͆ͪ͝l̮̹ͪ̃̄ͪ͟l͉̘̮ͪ̂ͪ͡y̴ͪ̅ͪ͞͡͝?̶̝̼̣ͪ͆ͪ ̗᷉ͪ̿́ͪ̐I̟᷇ͪ᷈ͯͪ̈́ ̸̸̯ͪ᷅ͪͪt͔͇ͪ͗͆᷈ͪh᷿̦̲͛ͪͪ͊o͙ͪ᷀̉ͪͤ͞u̸̯ͪ̑ͪ᷾̕g͕͈̫͐ͪ͂ͪh̸̰̯᷿ͪͪ̏t͏̶̣᷊̰ͪͪ ͚̘͚ͪ̅̋ͪỳͪͦ̒̈ͪ̊o͖̦ͪ̃̿ͩͪu̵̜̯͉ͪͪ͟ ᷂ͪ᷇͌᷀ͪ͑ẃ̙ͪ̈ͧͪ̈e᷊᷊̓ͪ͊͂ͪr̳᷾ͪ᷉ͪ͝ͅẹ͔̓ͪͪ͞͡ ̫ͪͤ̔̃ͪ̑h̻̓ͪ̂ͨͪ̇a̮̹̟̝ͪͪ͛v̻͕̲ͪͬͪ͡i̷̪ͪ᷆ͪ͐͡n̡̍ͪ͗͂ͪͣg͉͂ͪͪ̿ͪ᷄ ᷂̹ͪ̔ͪ̚̚ḁ̖ͪͪ͟͞͝n͕͛ͪ᷄̂ͪ͠ ̷͓̠ͪ̈́᷄ͪ
What are you doing here?
E͖̱͗͊͏͊̓n͔̺͊̀͊͂͢t̞᷂̝̞͊᷇͊
Do you have to do it in my head?
N̶̫̪̫̫͋̿o̷̫᷊̲̫̩᷄t̫̪̫́̅᷉͝ ̫͚̫̄ͤ̈́͐n̖̫̣̫ͭͧ͢e̫᷿̤̫᷾ͪ̚c̨̫̫̱͆͐͟ẹ̡̫̤̫᷈ͦs̫̫̫᷂ͥ̌ͧs̠̫͓̫᷿̀᷉a͏̫̜̫̌᷀̇ŗ̴̠̫̠̫ͮi͚̫̗̫͈᷁᷇l̫̫͓̫̉᷉ͪỹ̫̙̫͙͆ͥ.̫̦̲̫̺᷆͟
Then get out.
Ẃ̢̧̢̰͙̅h̢̢͌ͯ͘͝ͅỷ̢̢̺̻̙̹?̶̸̢̢̐̐͢
That's an order Tricky.
You got THE WATERFALL! An upgraded version of Nereid's Warcry. Water flows around the length of the weapon, and a crystallized trident has appeared over the spear itself.
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
INVENTORY: Potion of lucid dreaming, Potion of Magic, and Potion of Imagination
Azura's Dark Star IIIII
armageddonsActuator [AA]: Logged In
6/? High Tide AND Ice AND Mist AND Earthquake = Earthshaker
6/? Afterglow AND Stygian Iron Scepter = The Dead Scepter
2/? Hephaestus On Ice AND Eternal Fire
I dump a bucket of freezing, ice cold water over the godmodder's still avatar.
Nine seconds of eternal nothingness. The players hurtled through space, wondering whether or not THE OPERATOR's portal was taking them where they want to go, or whether or not they should have trusted him at all. They broke the speed of light a thousand times over, ruining all conventional laws of travel through any plane of space. And yet, nine long seconds later, there was daylight.
The players crashed on top of each other, on a heap. In the busy streets of Washington D.C., where summer is just winding down, no one seemed to pay much attention to them. Once they got up from the pile they'd made and dusted themselves off, the players examined themselves. They're human. Yet they seem to be human representations of their Minecraft avatars... K4yne looked like a reasonable facsimile of the Medic, complete with his hats. Modpack, or rather, HIM, retained the dull crown and lab coat. They checked their inventories and found that they all had one copy of their most powerful weapon.
Looking forwards, it seemed that they had spawned in the field that directly overlooks the Washington Monument. The hulking obelisk is to their left. Up ahead lies the city's busy streets. And dominating the previously untouched skyline, touching the overcast clouds that make up the gloomy decor of the city, is an eerie black building. The clouds seem to be swirling around it. It is made entirely of glass, with some occasional metal framework showing through. The players didn't even need to ask each other what it is.
The Conclave is clear as day.
Leonstar reaches for the Letter in the Ominous Envelope, but freezes. In all the excitement, they had forgotten that the Godmodder had burned it. The players curse. Now how are they supposed to get into the meeting? Suddenly, they heard a voice. They whipped around and saw a man running towards them. He'd noticed their odd appearance. They all reached out for their weapons, but then stopped. The man meant no harm. ...Probably. You can never tell. A year of war has taught them that...
Wait. A year. The fight's been going on for a year. The last time an event like this happened, it was Zero Hour, and that started the Homestuck Invasion, which started all of this in the first place. What could happen today?
Setting that aside, they examined the man. "Hey there, strangers! You all look like you're not from around here..." Before HE could open HIS mouth, the man chuckled. "I'm just kidding! I know who you are, Alex! I know all of you!" The players tensed. Who is this guy? "I've seen you on livestreams! You know? The whole GodCraft thing?" They sighed in relief. Everyone and their mother knows about GodCraft.
"You look just like the players! Heh, a bit weird actually. Oh! All this and I've forgotten to introduce myself..." He pauses. "The name's Rick. I own a company that could probably take care of this whole thing with The Operation and all that. I was heading over to the Conclave... In case you haven't heard, the President's holding a meeting over there. Very confidential and all that. But eh, doesn't matter much, since it's today."
Rick smiles. "In fact... I just so happen to have an extra letter. I suppose they sent two to me by mistake? Heh. Anyways, here. Go ahead! You all look like you should get in on this." He tossed a folded-up piece of paper to Leonstar. He grabbed it and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was a copy of the Ominous Envelope's letter, down to the code on the back. "If you're planning to go to this whole thing, I'd suggest a word of advice." Rick surveys the group. "You might wanna get a change of clothes. You don't look very discreet."
As Rick walked away, down the road to the Conclave, he shot one last look at the players. "Oh, and... One more thing. You'd better find a way to get back to your house after this whole thing blows over. I swear, you look like you fell outta the sky! Anyways, I'm off." And so he was.
~~~
Thankfully, it seemed that one of the player's most powerful weapons was the Scribe's Wands. They used it to create some formal wear for everyone. They stored their default clothes in their Inventory, which still seemed to function as it did in Minecraft. Leonstar walked to the front of the party, and saw a nearby lamppost. An address was displayed on it: "CONCLAVE ROAD". The Ominous Letter said the meeting was to be held on this road... Better start moving.
After a few minutes, the players had essentially walked across a large swath of D.C. Conclave Road must have renamed a lot of previous streets and roads, because it went on for a long time. As they walked along it, the Conclave loomed larger and larger in their vision, until they finally saw the entrance to it across a street. At this distance from it, it took up almost their entire view; the building seemed to warp in on itself as it arched up to the sky. The players walked across the street (while they had the right of way, of course) and see the entrance. A long square of pure metal, fashioned from an old steel alloy of some sort. A set of glass doors rested at the center, and above that, a large plaque: THE CONCLAVE.
The players couldn't see Rick. He must have walked in ahead of them. In single file, they marched into the Conclave. Although it was a beacon of hope to the world, looking to vanquish the Godmodder threat, it seemed evil somehow. Ominous. Leering. The inside lobby was painted in dull tones of black, the ceiling, solid marble. In the center of the room was a receptionist's desk. The receptionist was typing away at a keyboard, not even noticing them.
Leonstar placed the Letter on the desk and informed the receptionist of the meeting they were supposed to attend. She clicked on her computer's mouse a few times, and responded. "Oh, yes. The demonstration. Take the elevator up to Floor 009." The players walked away. The receptionist mumbled, "Have a nice day," and went back to her computer. Piono, looking back, saw that instead of working, or whatever a receptionist did when they weren't talking to people, the receptionist was playing Flappy Bird. He grinned.
The players boarded the elevator and went to Floor 009. (The building apparently had 109 floors.) After a few minutes, the doors opened, and the players walked out. The walls on Floor 009 were made entirely of glass. From it, the players could see the D.C. skyline in all its glory. Yet they couldn't see the layout of the building while outside of it... A table had been made, with some refreshments and plates lining it. Several people in suits lounged around the table, conversing with each other. They were probably big names who had been invited to the demonstration... And there was Rick, in a suit himself. Had he been wearing that when they first saw him?
The players checked their watches. 5:00 EST. Perfect time for it to start as any. After a few seconds, there were two claps, and the voices died down. Turning around, the players saw President Obama himself. He surveyed the crowd, and was noticeably offput by the players. He turned around to his assistant standing next to him, and whispered something. The assistant's eyes leered at the players.
Obama spoke. "Welcome, my fellow Americans. You have been invited here today to take part in a demonstration, uh, of the unique abilities of Project Binary. Uh, as you all know, Project Binary was unveiled at the press conference I held roughly a month ago. But, uh, since then. There has been no signs of what this supercomputer is capable of. That changes today." The President pressed a button on a remote he had been holding. A pole extended from the wall. From it, a screen came down, an image displayed on it. It depicted the Conclave.
"Now, as you all know, uh, this building houses a select team of game developers and, uh, businessmen and hackers. But it also houses Project Binary. It rests, actually, uh, below the facility. Underground. We did this, not to hide him from you, no, but, uh, to make sure he could not be attacked. By anyone." He paused. "So, as a safety precaution, we must, uh, ask you to not reveal his location or appearance to anyone. Thank you."
The President's assistant spoke. "We would now like all of you to stand in the middle of the room. Go on." Everyone assembled into a circle at the approximate center of the room. The President and his assistant were last. The assistant touched his ear and spoke. "We are go." An orchid light flooded everyone's vision.
~~~
The first thing the players heard was the voice of the assistant again. "Thank you, 101. The Eagle has landed." After a second, they could see again. They were no longer on the ninth floor, that was for sure. There were still glass walls, but instead of revealing the sky, they revealed the earth. Stone and dirt in every direction. They were underground. The only light in the room shone in from light fixtures place intermittently around the area's perimeter. The President spoke.
"Gentlemen." He motioned to a spiral staircase that led down the room, creating a winding circle that seemed to have no apparent end. "After you." Grudgingly, the people who were invited walked down the staircase. Why was the President going through all the trouble to do this, they wondered. Going underground, teleporting... What the hell was that even about. The players followed suit, with the President and his assistant right behind them. Talist, at the back of the group, tried to make conversation with the assistant, but he just growled. "Don't think I don't know you're not supposed to be here. We didn't invite this many people, even if you're all one party. We didn't send out that many cards. I'll let you off the hook for now, but I'll have you know that if anything goes wrong during this, you will be under fire by me."
The party walked in silence after that.
After a bit, the staircase ended. Here, the square structure of the room had turned into a cylindrical layout. In the center of the room was another circle. The party tensed. Teleportation was something they did not want to repeat. "Oh, don't worry. You won't be teleporting for this. Just walk onto the circle." Reluctantly, they all did. And once they had, the circle lowered into the ground. Up above, the area where they had just walked into was sealed off. And after a bit, they began to see a cylindrical room underneath them. It was made of pure metal, and the walls were made of panels.
Once the platform had lowered fully into the ground, lights flickered into existence on the ceiling, revealing a giant, hulking figure. It seemed to be attached to the ceiling, an orchid power core humming into life. Various lights on the machine whirred to life, and a low hum of electronics sounded. The figure warped and ascended into the ceiling, shuddering. A single purple light appeared, marking its eye.
It was Project Binary.
~~~
Alright... Here we go. I don't care what the Secret of the Void has planned for these players. There's no way they'll be able to breach the temple a second time. So I'll just have to improvise. Alright, Faceless Eight. Now's your chance.
They rolled in the air. Eight zeroes.
Perfect.
A giant grey rectangular prism appeared in the sky. A storm raged around it and THE OPERATOR, white lightning crackling across the server. A massive black slab appeared in the middle of the prism, materializing from raw shadow. If he had a mouth it would have grinned.
The Black Monolith had returned.
~~~
WELC0ME, HUMANS. AS Y0U ALL REMEMBER, 1 AM PR0JECT B1NARY, THE GREATEST ACHE1VEMENT KN0WN T0 M0DERN SC1ENCE. MY M1SS10N 1S T0 R1D THE W0RLD 0F THE PLAGUE KN0WN AS THE G0DM0DDER. T0DAY, 1 W1LL SH0W Y0U H0W 1 AM T0 ACC0MPLISH TH1S G0AL.
The same electronic voice that had been displayed back at the news broadcast sounded across the room. Project Binary was speaking. The first A.I. created by the world. A triumph of science. The crowd clapped, eager for more. Just what could this machine do? The players stood still as statues.
Project Binary arched back, and several objects flashed into existence in front of him. A sword, a radio, and a stuffed animal.
AS Y0U CAN SEE, 1 HAVE JUST CREATED THREE 0BJECTS 1N FR0NT 0F Y0U. MY RESERVES 0F P0WER ALL0W ME T0 CREATE 0BJECTS SUCH AS TH1S FR0M PURE C0D1NG. 1 P0SSESS FULL C0NTR0L 0VER THESE 0BJECTS, AND, WHEN 1N A C0DING-RULED ENV1R0NMENT, CAN CHANGE SA1D ENV1R0NMENT'S LANDSCAPE AT WILL.
The players understood what that meant. Minecraft, despite its properties as a universe, was a coding-ruled environment. If Project Binary got into it, it could do anything it wanted to it, including taking the Godmodder down.
0BSERVE.
The machine hummed with power, and the radio tuned into a nearby station, playing a song. The sword right next to it sliced the stuffed animal in half, and its pieces floated in the air, covering the radio and turning it off. The crowd clapped. "Project Binary, if I may." Rick stepped closer to him. "How will you use your kinetic abilities in the fight against the Godmodder?"
S1MPLE. 1 W1LL TURN H1S SERVER AGA1NST H1M. WHATEVER HE CAN D0, 1 CAN D0 BETTER. N0NE 0F H1S C0NSTRUCTS W1LL STAND UP T0 MY M1GHT. AND 0NCE 1 HAVE T0PPLED H1S EMP1RE, 1 W1LL END H1M, LEARN1NG H1S C0D1NG AND BEAT1NG H1M AT H1S 0WN GAME. 1 HAVE HEARD THERE ARE MANY ART1FACTS 1N THE... GAME. THAT CAN A1D ME 1N TH1S ENDEAVOR.
The players froze. The First Block. The Black Monolith. Operating. Project Binary could use all of this. It could be more powerful than the Godmodder... This was good. Project Binary could do the players' job. It could be the ultimate Anti-Godmodder. And yet... Bill Cipher and Ikea had certainly not acted in the interests of the Anti-Godmodders. They had only returned the Godmodder because they had said they were done with him. Were they on the AG's side? Or was it something else...?
1N ADD1T10N T0 MY K1NET1C PR0PERT1ES, 1 P0SSESS AN0THER PR1MARY AB1L1TY. 1 CAN ALTER EX1ST1NG TECHN0L0GY T0 SU1T MY 0BJECTIVES. CURRENTLY, MY PR1MARY 0BJECT1VE 1S T0 DEM0NSTRATE MY AB1L1T1ES. 0BSERVE.
One of the people in the room was on his phone. As he used it, it shuddered. Dropping it in surprise, the man gawked at the mobile mobile. Floating in the air, a message was displayed on the phone. It read "PR1MARY 0BJECT1VE C0MPLETE." The phone then played a happy jingle. Afterwards, it hovered back onto the man's hands, where it returned to normal.
1 C0NS1DER THAT T0 BE A NECESSARY PREF0RMANCE 0F MY CAPAB1L1T1ES. THEY ARE EXTREMELY VERSAT1LE AND CAN BE APPL1ED 1N MANY WAYS 1NV1S1BLE T0 Y0U AS 0F N0W. BUT 1N T1ME, AS THE F1GHT AGA1NST THE G0DM0DDER PR0GRESSES, 1 ASSURE Y0U THEY W1LL MAKE THEMSELVES KN0WN.
The machine made a sort of bowing gesture.
THANK Y0U F0R Y0UR T1ME.
"Alright, that was good, Project Binary," the assistant said in a gruff tone. "We will now take some questions pertaining to Project Binary's nature. I know you over there in the suit--yes, I know you're all in suits, I mean the one in the grey suit--the, the one on the left! Yes you! I know you already asked a question, so we'd prefer if others got a chance to."
A woman in (what else?) a suit stepped forward. "Yes, I have a question. What of the Anti-Godmodders who fight on GodCraft? How will you react towards their presence?"
The players froze.
WELL, WE W0ULD--
And then the chamber exploded.
~~~
Oh boy!!! Irecreeper's still having a great time over at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! He's--wait. Oh my God he did it! He did it!!! He partyed for FIVE WHOLE NIGHTS straight! Can you believe it?! Wow! He deserves a medal! And would you look at that! Here comes Foxy from Pirate Cove to give him one! Irecreeper's out of the control room! Of course, controlling the pizzas. He's trying to get out through a door! Oh, silly Irecreeper! You can't leave yet!
You haven't gotten your medal! Why don't you just wait for Foxy to give you one? All he has to do is find you...
Ah yes. Here we go!
And then everything went black!
~~~
"Oh my G--Everyone! EVERYONE!! Stay calm!" The assistant was trying to reassure everyone that everything was just fine and safe but oh come on of course it wasn't. A whole chunk of the room had exploded, fire and shrapnel spraying everywhere. Some people had been injured by the blast. Project Binary had apparently shielded himself and took some of the explosion.
"Binary! Make a damn teleporter! We have no time! The structure of the facility could be compromised! MOVE!" The assistant furiously barked orders at the supercomputer.
AS Y0U W1SH. EVERY0NE STAY CALM AND GET T0GETHER, 0R 1 FEAR THAT, AH, S0ME 0F Y0U MAY N0T BE WH0LE AFTER THE PR0CEDURE.
The group assembled in a circle at the center of the room. The whole underground structure seemed to be shaking. The whole building could have detonated and no one could know, since they were underground... The players reached for their weapons. If anything, now was the time to use them. But a voice spoke next to them. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." It was Rick. "We wouldn't want them finding out your secret, now would we?"
The players reluctantly put their weapons away, and another orchid flash filled their vision. After a few seconds, they found themselves back in the main lobby. The receptionist now had headphones on, and was completely oblivious to their presence. The building seemed to be in no danger up here, although there was a noticeable rumbling.
The President sighed. "Thank God we had those installed or... Well, I don't know what we would have done. Uh, thank you for being here. Now, rest assured, we will find out how those explosives, uh, went off in that chamber." The group muttered scathing remarks. Perhaps it was ISIS or another terrorist group... The President assured them that they would be compensated for their troubles. Eventually, it was only the players left in the room. They started for the door when they remembered how Rick had spoken to them.
He knew they were players. But how?
The players sped out of the Conclave and saw Rick standing on the steps. He was staring at them. TT2000 was about to speak, but Rick put a hand up. "Yes, I know. You all know me better in this way." He snapped his fingers, and he flash-stepped into another form. This one was missing an eye and an arm, and had a tattered cape. He was dressed in a cyan shirt, blue pants, and wore a belt. Oh God. Rick. Richard.
It was the Godmodder.
"Thanks to the dumb-as-all-hell American government, I know everything I need to know." He smiled. "Oh, and by the way? Good luck getting back to Minecraft. I meant what I said back there at the Monument." He departed in a flash, but not without leaving one word:
"Heh."
~~~
Shortly afterwards, the Conclave had been repaired thanks to Project Binary. The government and engineering staff had surveyed the damage and found that the only real structural compromise to the Conclave had occurred in the control room itself. Everything else had sustained minimal damage. The President went to the control room to discuss with the machine. "Uh, Binary. Have you, uh, gotten any idea of who could have caused the, uh, explosion. In your control room."
AS A MATTER 0F FACT, 1 HAVE. Y0U REAL1ZED THAT THERE WERE TWENTY 0R S0 EXTRA PART1C1PANTS 0F TH1S DEM0NSTRAT10N, C0RRECT? 1 KN0W Y0UR ASS1STANT D1D. WELL, THEY WERE N0 0RD1NARY HUMAN BE1NGS. THEY WERE THE PLAYERS 0F G0DCRAFT 1TSELF.
The President tensed. "God Almighty... The ones who oppose the Godmodder?"
AND THE 0NES WH0 STAND BES1DE H1M. 1 D1D N0T PLACE THE EXPL0S1VES. NE1THER D1D Y0U, 0R THE STAFF. 1 W0ULD KN0W. 1 CHECK F0R THESE TH1NGS. THEREF0RE, THE PLAYERS, WH0 P0SSESS G0DM0DD1NG AB1L1T1ES THEMSELVES, W0ULD BE THE L0G1CAL CAND1DATE T0 HAVE PLACED THE B0MB.
"But... why?"
1T 1S MY HYP0THES1S THAT THEY ARE AGA1NST US. PERHAPS THEY FEAR US, 0R TH1NK THAT WE 1NTEND T0 D0 THE 0PP0S1TE 0F WHAT WE PLAN T0 D0. 1 TH1NK THAT WE SH0ULD PLACE TH1S FAC1L1TY 0N H1GH ALERT. PERHAPS T1GHTEN SECUR1TY MEASURES.
The President nodded. "Yes... Yes, you're right. I'll do that at once. Business like this, uh, will not be tolerated. Anyone who stands against the Counteroperation... will be hunted down. Relieved of citizenship."
A NECCESSARY C0URSE 0F ACT10N. WELL THEN. 1F THAT 1S H0W Y0U W1SH T0 TACKLE TH1S S1TUAT10N, G0 AHEAD. 1 W1LL N0T ST0P Y0U.
"Understood." The President ascended back to the surface.
Once he was sure he had left the building, Project Binary established a remote connection to Upper Michigan. Three lights displayed on his chassis: one dark gold, one bright yellow, and one brown.
THE B0MB WAS SET. THEY D0 N0T SUSPECT A TH1NG. MY PLAN 1S SET 1N M0T10N. B1LL AND 1KEA, Y0U WERE EXEMPLARY 1N Y0UR EXECUT10N. ALL WE NEED 1S F0R Y0U, CAR0L1NE, T0 F1N1SH 1T.
THE DESCENT BEG1NS. AND N0 0NE CAN ST0P US.
~~~
The players all gathered back at the Washington Monument. They didn't know how to react to the recent events. Project Binary was capable of overturning the entire server in a single move. And the Godmodder figured out everything that had transpired, since he was at the meeting as well. And to top it all off, a bomb had been planted there... Probably by the Godmodder.
When they got back to the server, they would give him a piece of their minds.
Then, a flash of light. Irecreeper materialized from in front of them, lying face down in the dirt. Everyone froze. TT2000 cautiously stepped up and lifted him up. He stifled a scream. Irecreeper's face had been torn off. The players' vision tunneled.
When they could see straight again, the Godmodder was smiling at them. They were back on the server. "Rise and shine, noobs! You're back! Ol' Foxy took care of that. Oh yeah, she's practically my sidekick now. Cool, huh? You'd be surprised what an animatronic fox can do. What! No! No, that's not lame! Shut up! Anyways... You all should probably take a look at the--" He was cut off by the players, who let loose accusations of him setting off the bomb at D.C. The Godmodder looked troubled. "No... That wasn't me. That was important to me; I wouldn't bomb an event like that. Even if it would have been cool. Heh, no. That's actually what I was going to tell you... You know you're enemies of the world now, right?"
What?
"Oh, you didn't know? Ha. Might wanna check the news, noobs. Check the noob news... The news for noobs... Yeah. That's all I got. Daily humor quota achieved. Anyways, seriously, go freakin' check it out."
A TV was materialized instantly through the Scribe's Wands. It tuned in to the news.
"My fellow Americans... It is with great displeasure that I announce to you that today at around 5:40 PM, the Conclave, everything we as a nation stand for, was bombed today. Amidst a demonstration of Project Binary's unique abilities, an explosion was set off, injuring many. No one was killed, but rest assured, we have singled out the culprits.
"The players of GodCraft, who many thought were fighting for us, are actually fighting against us. They will not stand for the American government, and as a result, the world. We have determined that, after long consideration, the best course of action is to completely terminate this game. It is unsalvageable.
"Let it be known that the players of GodCraft are to be considered enemies of the world, and are wanted fugitives. Kill them on sight. They are traitors to all of humanity. That... That is all."
It is time. We are here. Now what? (If Kelem's weapons wiped, because he appeared in the portal whilst in transit, instead of entering via Minecraftia) Thaumic Weapon(energy crossbow). Thaumic Weapon(octarine lightsaber). Thaumic Weapon(Mega Energy Cannon with enchantments (see inventory a page back). (If they did not disappear) Epic Buff: Precognition. There we go. I can probably break back through if we need to, by the way. Greater Mass Glamor. Now...Let's go. Kelem and my avatar head to the Conclave.... Wait, do I have...Yes! Scribe's Wands! *writes "My weapon, Black Snow"* *poof*
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
CC: 2/9
I enter the portal. Yeah.
Oh no
Everyone looks at me, as I'm eating a smore.
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
Now leaving Earth-Prime, next destination Earth-Prime-1. ETA less than 2 hours.
We're getting close, it seems. Although close seems to be...relative with this portal. I think the previous stop was...What, World 1638496039249329-2?
Seems a rather roundabout route.
Portal geometry is complicated. Not to mention that noone's invented a real numbering system for the places where the planet isn't named or identifiable...Who knows, maybe that's an alternate Earth noone's discovered yet.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
I'll be making my great escape now!
I finish the Waterfall
7/10 for the Penultimatum
14/50 for Vulcanos: Fire titan
6/15 for charged attack
This brings up many questions...
Who is it that wishes to visit Earth.
And which Earth is it?
And how likely is our trip here to bring the ire of Eric upon us?
I wonder...
Is this Earth Eric's home?
Why am I thinking that?
I finished it long ago...
Yet sometimes...
H̹̞̹̀͒̿᷾e̹͕̼̹̼͗͟l̸̘̹̜̹᷉͗l̥̹̹̈́͌̍͏o̹̯̺̹͢͝͠!̹͇̹͙ͧ͑͢
Tricky! This is my own internal monologue!
R̥͉͍ͬͪͪ̓ë́ͪ̿͒̉ͪͫa͕̼̪ͪ͆ͪ͝l̮̹ͪ̃̄ͪ͟l͉̘̮ͪ̂ͪ͡y̴ͪ̅ͪ͞͡͝?̶̝̼̣ͪ͆ͪ ̗᷉ͪ̿́ͪ̐I̟᷇ͪ᷈ͯͪ̈́ ̸̸̯ͪ᷅ͪͪt͔͇ͪ͗͆᷈ͪ
h᷿̦̲͛ͪͪ͊o͙ͪ᷀̉ͪͤ͞u̸̯ͪ̑ͪ᷾̕g͕͈̫͐ͪ͂ͪh̸̰̯᷿ͪͪ̏t͏̶̣᷊̰ͪͪ ͚̘͚ͪ̅̋ͪỳͪͦ̒̈ͪ̊o͖̦ͪ̃̿ͩͪu̵̜̯͉ͪͪ͟ ᷂ͪ᷇͌᷀ͪ͑ẃ̙ͪ̈ͧͪ̈e᷊᷊̓ͪ͊͂ͪr̳᷾ͪ᷉ͪ͝ͅẹ͔̓ͪͪ͞͡ ̫ͪͤ̔̃ͪ̑h̻̓ͪ̂ͨͪ̇a̮̹̟̝ͪͪ͛v̻͕̲ͪͬͪ͡i̷̪ͪ᷆ͪ͐͡n̡̍ͪ͗͂ͪͣg͉͂ͪͪ̿ͪ᷄ ᷂̹ͪ̔ͪ̚̚ḁ̖ͪͪ͟͞͝n͕͛ͪ᷄̂ͪ͠ ̷͓̠ͪ̈́᷄ͪe᷃ͪ̐ͯ̒ͪͅx̛̲᷈ͪͩͪͭiͪͪ̒̉ͪ̚̚s̴̛̙̮ͪ᷁ͪt̙̹̋ͪ᷇ͪ̈́ȩ̛ͪ᷄̓ͪ̓ň̵ͪͤͩͪ͗t̤̒ͪ͊͋̐ͪi͈᷊̘ͪ̍ͪ͜a̧͙̭ͪ̍ͪ͋l͕ͪ̈́͏̭̋ͪ ̢̦̓ͪͪ͊͢c̭̜͛ͪ̒̃ͪr͎͚͋ͪ̈̉ͪi͙ͪ͏͐̍ͪͥs̯̰̦̋ͪ᷃ͪi͌ͪ̾̌᷄ͪ̄s͚᷊̲̞ͪ᷄ͪ.̴ͪ̄͏̢ͪͮWhat are you doing here?
E͖̱͗͊͏͊̓n͔̺͊̀͊͂͢t̞᷂̝̞͊᷇͊e̴̜̮᷁͊͊͟r̗̳͊̅͂͊͘t͚͓̞᷀͊͊᷾aͮ͊̈́͑̒͊ͣi̴̭̲͊͌͊᷾n͉᷿͚̱͊̓͊ǐ̧̱̤̺͊͊n̈͊ͬ᷉̏͊̑ĝ̼͊̓ͮ͊ͬ ̢̗͊̒ͧ͛͊m᷂̰͚͊͊͘͜y͕̾͊᷾̇͊͏s͕̞͊͒͊̚͜e̴̴̤͊͊͟͞lͥ͊͂᷃͊̃͞f̥᷊᷿͊͊᷇͠.͔̮͊᷇͐͊᷅
Do you have to do it in my head?
N̶̫̪̫̫͋̿o̷̫᷊̲̫̩᷄t̫̪̫́̅᷉͝
̫͚̫̄ͤ̈́͐n̖̫̣̫ͭͧ͢e̫᷿̤̫᷾ͪ̚c̨̫̫̱͆͐͟ẹ̡̫̤̫᷈ͦs̫̫̫᷂ͥ̌ͧs̠̫͓̫᷿̀᷉a͏̫̜̫̌᷀̇ŗ̴̠̫̠̫ͮi͚̫̗̫͈᷁᷇l̫̫͓̫̉᷉ͪỹ̫̙̫͙͆ͥ.̫̦̲̫̺᷆͟Then get out.
Ẃ̢̧̢̰͙̅
h̢̢͌ͯ͘͝ͅỷ̢̢̺̻̙̹?̶̸̢̢̐̐͢That's an order Tricky.
F̸ͫ᷉᷆᷄᷉́
i͉᷀᷉̓̂̋᷉n̟᷉̾͑᷉̾͜e̷̪͚᷉᷆᷉̑.̨͉̮᷉͊᷉̎.̸̱͎᷉ͩ͛᷉.̻̘̲̱᷉᷉᷀DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
3/50 Captain Robo-K4yne, Bane of the Seven Universes
3/25 Health Care Package
I guess i just stay here and charge stuff then until master's body returns. Meh. I alchemize my new sword into something better.
Iron Lasersword AND The Bombinomicon = ??? [1/3]
Helpin' the other PG's once.
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Chaos Pearl -c Warp Engine = Entropy Warpdrive (1/4)
Chaos Pearl x4 (1/3)
You enter.
Nightmare Fuel ~~~ Loom = Executioner
Eldritch Tentacle ~~~ Loom = Cthulu Waits
You got the EXECUTIONER! A pure black cloak.
You got CTHULU WAITS! A set of flowing green robes, emblazoned with a gold spiral pattern.
You enter.
You enter.
You enter.
Are you even listening to me?
You enter.
As the arrow flies towards the AFK Godmodder, a piston wall springs up, stopping it in its tracks!
You enter.
You enter.
You enter.
You got THE BLUEBIRD! A heavily modified stealth plane colored in blue. Any missiles or weaponry that touch it are destroyed, and anyone who is not a member of its crew that boards it is destroyed as well.
You won't be shocked! Only other people will! Therefore, I cancel your alchemy.
You enter.
Paradox's Artifice > Fine = Binary Blade
Crockercorp Turret > Fine = Crockercorp Maelstrom
Daybreak > Fine = Lunar Sanctum
Faceless Eight ~~~ Loom = Slenderman Tux
Points Constellate ~~~ Loom = Notch's Garb
You got the BINARY BLADE! A powerful weapon used by Jesus himself in Madness Combat. Ones and zeroes mark its blade.
You got the CROCKERCORP MAELSTROM! The most powerful weapon designed by the Crockercorp Armada. A huge red railgun whose size rivals even Daybreak. Even without its paradoxical nature, you'd only get one shot from it!
You got the LUNAR SANCTUM! Obviously not the lunar fortress whose size is nearly that of the Moon itself. Rather, it is a miniature replica of the massive cannon that rests at its core.
You got the SLENDERMAN TUX! Worn by the Slenderman himself, as black as a dark forest.
You got NOTCH'S GARB! The clothes worn by Notch, the God of Creation himself.
You enter.
I will add your chumhandle to the list! I'll be revising the way Fine and Very Fine alchemies work...
You enter.
That's not how the Loom works! You use it to run an ingredient through itself, not an ingredient through another ingredient!
Binary Blade > Fine = Unbreakable Katana
Crockercorp Maelstrom > Fine = Proton Cannon
Lunar Sanctum > Fine = Ahab's Crosshairs
You got an UNBREAKABLE KATANA! A real hard sword for a real hard dude. It was said to be forged by an ancient Otaku Master over the heat of a roaring manga fire. It was cooled in an enchanted spring where virgin horses nicker and bathe, and was said could be used only by one whose pointy anime shades were deemed sweet enough, and whose hair existed in a perpetually sculpted state of looking completely awesome.
You got a PROTON CANNON! Best used in conjunction with an Iron Lass Suit or something with similar properties. An extremely large cannon that packs a quantum punch.
You got AHAB'S CROSSHAIRS! Yeah, this weapon's a piece of (I fail counted). Supposedly the ultimate weapon of the Riflekind Abstratus.
You captcharoid the Omega Armor. A ghost image of it rolls out on a Captchalogue Card. Its code is G0D0F4LL.
The Holopad Upgrade looks interesting...
Don't worry Talist! It's almost time for the pizza party! But not yet...
You got a POTION OF HOLY MAGIC! Imbued with an ancient power.
You enter.
Okay.
You enter.
Hazel Wand ~~~ Loom = Hazel Robes
~ATH Textbook ~~~ Loom = The Executioner
Tuxedo-Prepared Fabric ~~~ Loom = Tuxedo
Bowtie-Prepared Fabric ~~~ Loom = Bowtie
You got the HAZEL ROBES! A set of flowing hazel robes. Ancient runes surround it.
You got THE EXECUTIONER! Again!
You got a TUXEDO!
You got a BOWTIE!
Scribe's Wands && Monochromium Fuel Rod && Resonant Tuba Energy && Nimbleguy's Tubas || Nimbleguy's Tubas = Sticks of Notch (Level 30: 1/31)
You got JAVA SMASH! A modified version of the Elemental Hammer that is imbued with the power of Null. Its head resembles the Java Cube used in coding-related Battle Techniques.
The only thing allowed to go through the portal is you.
You enter.
You enter.
Unbreakable Katana > Fine = Gladius Dei
Proton Cannon > Fine = GUN.......
Ahab's Crosshairs > Fine = The White Whaler
You got GLADIUS DEI! A gleaming white sword that seems to give off sunlight. It is imbued with the holy power of Notch himself. One of the ultimate weapons of the Bladekind Abstratus.
You got a GUN....... An incredibly crappy gun riddled with JPEG artifacts. Whether it can fire or not is completely debatable.
You got the WHITE WHALER! A heavily modified version of Ahab's Crosshairs that is completely white. Its tip shines with an unearthly light... Upon fire, it issues out a giant white ball of pure energy that explodes on contact with whatever it touches.
Okay, Logic would screw the Godmodder by healing him instead of damaging him. But do you want that to happen??
You captcharoid the GREY PORTAL. A ghost image of it rolls out on a captchalogue card. Its code appears to be 88888887.
You got an IRON LASERSWORD! A modified iron sword whose blade conceals a laser gun. Capable of burning enemies for a short time.
You enter.
You can't do that!
You can't take a picture of something as big as the Battlefield! The Captcharoid Camera is suited for taking pictures of items.
"Gist"? I assume you mean Grist, but what would a viewing apparatus do, besides the obvious? Why would you deploy it?
Brightstone Dust > Fine = Brightstone Block
Chaotic Crossbow > Fine = Chaotic Autobow
You got a BRIGHTSTONE BLOCK! A block with the properties of Glowstone and Redstone.
You got a CHAOTIC AUTOBOW! Stores anything you want as ammo, then fires it out with its double machine gun barrels. Imbued with a malevolent bronze energy.
You enter.
Leonstar1 cannot.
Wait... How did that go from 1/50 to 8/50? Did people help you?
You got THE SHIP SINKER! A large sickle that is emblazoned with the image of an X. Those who wield it feel an aura of broken hearts and sadness. In the right hands, it can be used to sink any ship the blade deems worthy.
Yes. I will tell you when.
Tricky cannot go into the Portal.
You enter.
Yoshi cannot enter.
You enter.
They won't be in Earth for long...
._.
Wilson cannot enter.
You got THE OTHER SIDE! An autobow that is held like a shotgun. Its machine gun barrels fire black bolts of energy. Outfitted on top of them is a crossbow that fires healing tea. The weapon resembles a black alien phaser.
You enter.
You got THE WATERFALL! An upgraded version of Nereid's Warcry. Water flows around the length of the weapon, and a crystallized trident has appeared over the spear itself.
Iron Lasersword && The Bombinomicon = Ullapool Caber (Level 2: 1/3)
All of the players, one by one, single file, walk through the grey portal. Once they have entered, THE OPERATORchuckles.
Goodbye, little heroes. And good luck.
ERROR: Account Terminal crashed. Restarting...
You know what? screw this format... *CRASH*
Login: User: 912 Password: *******************
wb, 912.
Of course I need an introduction. heh heh, suckers. I am adamant. The end.
oops, was someone using this account, I?t?killed him. And I was 912.
welcome to hell.
I'll be making my great escape now!
Did I Chaos Pearl ~~~ Chaotic Robes or am I making things up?
*ding*
I step out with weapons ready.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
26/50 Summoning...
26/50 Attacking...
4/10 Attacking...
10/10x25 STOCKPILE (Pre Scratch)
50/50 x4 STOCKPILE (Pre Scratch)
INVENTORY: Potion of lucid dreaming, Potion of Magic, and Potion of Imagination
Azura's Dark Star IIIII
armageddonsActuator [AA]: Logged In
6/? High Tide AND Ice AND Mist AND Earthquake = Earthshaker
6/? Afterglow AND Stygian Iron Scepter = The Dead Scepter
2/? Hephaestus On Ice AND Eternal Fire
I dump a bucket of freezing, ice cold water over the godmodder's still avatar.
Some wars are pointless. This one's just for fun.
/null
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
The players crashed on top of each other, on a heap. In the busy streets of Washington D.C., where summer is just winding down, no one seemed to pay much attention to them. Once they got up from the pile they'd made and dusted themselves off, the players examined themselves. They're human. Yet they seem to be human representations of their Minecraft avatars... K4yne looked like a reasonable facsimile of the Medic, complete with his hats. Modpack, or rather, HIM, retained the dull crown and lab coat. They checked their inventories and found that they all had one copy of their most powerful weapon.
Looking forwards, it seemed that they had spawned in the field that directly overlooks the Washington Monument. The hulking obelisk is to their left. Up ahead lies the city's busy streets. And dominating the previously untouched skyline, touching the overcast clouds that make up the gloomy decor of the city, is an eerie black building. The clouds seem to be swirling around it. It is made entirely of glass, with some occasional metal framework showing through. The players didn't even need to ask each other what it is.
The Conclave is clear as day.
Leonstar reaches for the Letter in the Ominous Envelope, but freezes. In all the excitement, they had forgotten that the Godmodder had burned it. The players curse. Now how are they supposed to get into the meeting? Suddenly, they heard a voice. They whipped around and saw a man running towards them. He'd noticed their odd appearance. They all reached out for their weapons, but then stopped. The man meant no harm. ...Probably. You can never tell. A year of war has taught them that...
Wait. A year. The fight's been going on for a year. The last time an event like this happened, it was Zero Hour, and that started the Homestuck Invasion, which started all of this in the first place. What could happen today?
Setting that aside, they examined the man. "Hey there, strangers! You all look like you're not from around here..." Before HE could open HIS mouth, the man chuckled. "I'm just kidding! I know who you are, Alex! I know all of you!" The players tensed. Who is this guy? "I've seen you on livestreams! You know? The whole GodCraft thing?" They sighed in relief. Everyone and their mother knows about GodCraft.
"You look just like the players! Heh, a bit weird actually. Oh! All this and I've forgotten to introduce myself..." He pauses. "The name's Rick. I own a company that could probably take care of this whole thing with The Operation and all that. I was heading over to the Conclave... In case you haven't heard, the President's holding a meeting over there. Very confidential and all that. But eh, doesn't matter much, since it's today."
Rick smiles. "In fact... I just so happen to have an extra letter. I suppose they sent two to me by mistake? Heh. Anyways, here. Go ahead! You all look like you should get in on this." He tossed a folded-up piece of paper to Leonstar. He grabbed it and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was a copy of the Ominous Envelope's letter, down to the code on the back. "If you're planning to go to this whole thing, I'd suggest a word of advice." Rick surveys the group. "You might wanna get a change of clothes. You don't look very discreet."
As Rick walked away, down the road to the Conclave, he shot one last look at the players. "Oh, and... One more thing. You'd better find a way to get back to your house after this whole thing blows over. I swear, you look like you fell outta the sky! Anyways, I'm off." And so he was.
Thankfully, it seemed that one of the player's most powerful weapons was the Scribe's Wands. They used it to create some formal wear for everyone. They stored their default clothes in their Inventory, which still seemed to function as it did in Minecraft. Leonstar walked to the front of the party, and saw a nearby lamppost. An address was displayed on it: "CONCLAVE ROAD". The Ominous Letter said the meeting was to be held on this road... Better start moving.
After a few minutes, the players had essentially walked across a large swath of D.C. Conclave Road must have renamed a lot of previous streets and roads, because it went on for a long time. As they walked along it, the Conclave loomed larger and larger in their vision, until they finally saw the entrance to it across a street. At this distance from it, it took up almost their entire view; the building seemed to warp in on itself as it arched up to the sky. The players walked across the street (while they had the right of way, of course) and see the entrance. A long square of pure metal, fashioned from an old steel alloy of some sort. A set of glass doors rested at the center, and above that, a large plaque: THE CONCLAVE.
The players couldn't see Rick. He must have walked in ahead of them. In single file, they marched into the Conclave. Although it was a beacon of hope to the world, looking to vanquish the Godmodder threat, it seemed evil somehow. Ominous. Leering. The inside lobby was painted in dull tones of black, the ceiling, solid marble. In the center of the room was a receptionist's desk. The receptionist was typing away at a keyboard, not even noticing them.
Leonstar placed the Letter on the desk and informed the receptionist of the meeting they were supposed to attend. She clicked on her computer's mouse a few times, and responded. "Oh, yes. The demonstration. Take the elevator up to Floor 009." The players walked away. The receptionist mumbled, "Have a nice day," and went back to her computer. Piono, looking back, saw that instead of working, or whatever a receptionist did when they weren't talking to people, the receptionist was playing Flappy Bird. He grinned.
The players boarded the elevator and went to Floor 009. (The building apparently had 109 floors.) After a few minutes, the doors opened, and the players walked out. The walls on Floor 009 were made entirely of glass. From it, the players could see the D.C. skyline in all its glory. Yet they couldn't see the layout of the building while outside of it... A table had been made, with some refreshments and plates lining it. Several people in suits lounged around the table, conversing with each other. They were probably big names who had been invited to the demonstration... And there was Rick, in a suit himself. Had he been wearing that when they first saw him?
The players checked their watches. 5:00 EST. Perfect time for it to start as any. After a few seconds, there were two claps, and the voices died down. Turning around, the players saw President Obama himself. He surveyed the crowd, and was noticeably offput by the players. He turned around to his assistant standing next to him, and whispered something. The assistant's eyes leered at the players.
Obama spoke. "Welcome, my fellow Americans. You have been invited here today to take part in a demonstration, uh, of the unique abilities of Project Binary. Uh, as you all know, Project Binary was unveiled at the press conference I held roughly a month ago. But, uh, since then. There has been no signs of what this supercomputer is capable of. That changes today." The President pressed a button on a remote he had been holding. A pole extended from the wall. From it, a screen came down, an image displayed on it. It depicted the Conclave.
"Now, as you all know, uh, this building houses a select team of game developers and, uh, businessmen and hackers. But it also houses Project Binary. It rests, actually, uh, below the facility. Underground. We did this, not to hide him from you, no, but, uh, to make sure he could not be attacked. By anyone." He paused. "So, as a safety precaution, we must, uh, ask you to not reveal his location or appearance to anyone. Thank you."
The President's assistant spoke. "We would now like all of you to stand in the middle of the room. Go on." Everyone assembled into a circle at the approximate center of the room. The President and his assistant were last. The assistant touched his ear and spoke. "We are go." An orchid light flooded everyone's vision.
The first thing the players heard was the voice of the assistant again. "Thank you, 101. The Eagle has landed." After a second, they could see again. They were no longer on the ninth floor, that was for sure. There were still glass walls, but instead of revealing the sky, they revealed the earth. Stone and dirt in every direction. They were underground. The only light in the room shone in from light fixtures place intermittently around the area's perimeter. The President spoke.
"Gentlemen." He motioned to a spiral staircase that led down the room, creating a winding circle that seemed to have no apparent end. "After you." Grudgingly, the people who were invited walked down the staircase. Why was the President going through all the trouble to do this, they wondered. Going underground, teleporting... What the hell was that even about. The players followed suit, with the President and his assistant right behind them. Talist, at the back of the group, tried to make conversation with the assistant, but he just growled. "Don't think I don't know you're not supposed to be here. We didn't invite this many people, even if you're all one party. We didn't send out that many cards. I'll let you off the hook for now, but I'll have you know that if anything goes wrong during this, you will be under fire by me."
The party walked in silence after that.
After a bit, the staircase ended. Here, the square structure of the room had turned into a cylindrical layout. In the center of the room was another circle. The party tensed. Teleportation was something they did not want to repeat. "Oh, don't worry. You won't be teleporting for this. Just walk onto the circle." Reluctantly, they all did. And once they had, the circle lowered into the ground. Up above, the area where they had just walked into was sealed off. And after a bit, they began to see a cylindrical room underneath them. It was made of pure metal, and the walls were made of panels.
Once the platform had lowered fully into the ground, lights flickered into existence on the ceiling, revealing a giant, hulking figure. It seemed to be attached to the ceiling, an orchid power core humming into life. Various lights on the machine whirred to life, and a low hum of electronics sounded. The figure warped and ascended into the ceiling, shuddering. A single purple light appeared, marking its eye.
It was Project Binary.
Alright... Here we go. I don't care what the Secret of the Void has planned for these players. There's no way they'll be able to breach the temple a second time. So I'll just have to improvise. Alright, Faceless Eight. Now's your chance.
They rolled in the air. Eight zeroes.
Perfect.
A giant grey rectangular prism appeared in the sky. A storm raged around it and THE OPERATOR, white lightning crackling across the server. A massive black slab appeared in the middle of the prism, materializing from raw shadow. If he had a mouth it would have grinned.
The Black Monolith had returned.
WELC0ME, HUMANS. AS Y0U ALL REMEMBER, 1 AM PR0JECT B1NARY, THE GREATEST ACHE1VEMENT KN0WN T0 M0DERN SC1ENCE. MY M1SS10N 1S T0 R1D THE W0RLD 0F THE PLAGUE KN0WN AS THE G0DM0DDER. T0DAY, 1 W1LL SH0W Y0U H0W 1 AM T0 ACC0MPLISH TH1S G0AL.
The same electronic voice that had been displayed back at the news broadcast sounded across the room. Project Binary was speaking. The first A.I. created by the world. A triumph of science. The crowd clapped, eager for more. Just what could this machine do? The players stood still as statues.
Project Binary arched back, and several objects flashed into existence in front of him. A sword, a radio, and a stuffed animal.
AS Y0U CAN SEE, 1 HAVE JUST CREATED THREE 0BJECTS 1N FR0NT 0F Y0U. MY RESERVES 0F P0WER ALL0W ME T0 CREATE 0BJECTS SUCH AS TH1S FR0M PURE C0D1NG. 1 P0SSESS FULL C0NTR0L 0VER THESE 0BJECTS, AND, WHEN 1N A C0DING-RULED ENV1R0NMENT, CAN CHANGE SA1D ENV1R0NMENT'S LANDSCAPE AT WILL.
The players understood what that meant. Minecraft, despite its properties as a universe, was a coding-ruled environment. If Project Binary got into it, it could do anything it wanted to it, including taking the Godmodder down.
0BSERVE.
The machine hummed with power, and the radio tuned into a nearby station, playing a song. The sword right next to it sliced the stuffed animal in half, and its pieces floated in the air, covering the radio and turning it off. The crowd clapped. "Project Binary, if I may." Rick stepped closer to him. "How will you use your kinetic abilities in the fight against the Godmodder?"
S1MPLE. 1 W1LL TURN H1S SERVER AGA1NST H1M. WHATEVER HE CAN D0, 1 CAN D0 BETTER. N0NE 0F H1S C0NSTRUCTS W1LL STAND UP T0 MY M1GHT. AND 0NCE 1 HAVE T0PPLED H1S EMP1RE, 1 W1LL END H1M, LEARN1NG H1S C0D1NG AND BEAT1NG H1M AT H1S 0WN GAME. 1 HAVE HEARD THERE ARE MANY ART1FACTS 1N THE... GAME. THAT CAN A1D ME 1N TH1S ENDEAVOR.
The players froze. The First Block. The Black Monolith. Operating. Project Binary could use all of this. It could be more powerful than the Godmodder... This was good. Project Binary could do the players' job. It could be the ultimate Anti-Godmodder. And yet... Bill Cipher and Ikea had certainly not acted in the interests of the Anti-Godmodders. They had only returned the Godmodder because they had said they were done with him. Were they on the AG's side? Or was it something else...?
1N ADD1T10N T0 MY K1NET1C PR0PERT1ES, 1 P0SSESS AN0THER PR1MARY AB1L1TY. 1 CAN ALTER EX1ST1NG TECHN0L0GY T0 SU1T MY 0BJECTIVES. CURRENTLY, MY PR1MARY 0BJECT1VE 1S T0 DEM0NSTRATE MY AB1L1T1ES. 0BSERVE.
One of the people in the room was on his phone. As he used it, it shuddered. Dropping it in surprise, the man gawked at the mobile mobile. Floating in the air, a message was displayed on the phone. It read "PR1MARY 0BJECT1VE C0MPLETE." The phone then played a happy jingle. Afterwards, it hovered back onto the man's hands, where it returned to normal.
1 C0NS1DER THAT T0 BE A NECESSARY PREF0RMANCE 0F MY CAPAB1L1T1ES. THEY ARE EXTREMELY VERSAT1LE AND CAN BE APPL1ED 1N MANY WAYS 1NV1S1BLE T0 Y0U AS 0F N0W. BUT 1N T1ME, AS THE F1GHT AGA1NST THE G0DM0DDER PR0GRESSES, 1 ASSURE Y0U THEY W1LL MAKE THEMSELVES KN0WN.
The machine made a sort of bowing gesture.
THANK Y0U F0R Y0UR T1ME.
"Alright, that was good, Project Binary," the assistant said in a gruff tone. "We will now take some questions pertaining to Project Binary's nature. I know you over there in the suit--yes, I know you're all in suits, I mean the one in the grey suit--the, the one on the left! Yes you! I know you already asked a question, so we'd prefer if others got a chance to."
A woman in (what else?) a suit stepped forward. "Yes, I have a question. What of the Anti-Godmodders who fight on GodCraft? How will you react towards their presence?"
The players froze.
WELL, WE W0ULD--
And then the chamber exploded.
~~~
Oh boy!!! Irecreeper's still having a great time over at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! He's--wait. Oh my God he did it! He did it!!! He partyed for FIVE WHOLE NIGHTS straight! Can you believe it?! Wow! He deserves a medal! And would you look at that! Here comes Foxy from Pirate Cove to give him one! Irecreeper's out of the control room! Of course, controlling the pizzas. He's trying to get out through a door! Oh, silly Irecreeper! You can't leave yet!
You haven't gotten your medal! Why don't you just wait for Foxy to give you one? All he has to do is find you...
Ah yes. Here we go!
And then everything went black!
"Oh my G--Everyone! EVERYONE!! Stay calm!" The assistant was trying to reassure everyone that everything was just fine and safe but oh come on of course it wasn't. A whole chunk of the room had exploded, fire and shrapnel spraying everywhere. Some people had been injured by the blast. Project Binary had apparently shielded himself and took some of the explosion.
"Binary! Make a damn teleporter! We have no time! The structure of the facility could be compromised! MOVE!" The assistant furiously barked orders at the supercomputer.
AS Y0U W1SH. EVERY0NE STAY CALM AND GET T0GETHER, 0R 1 FEAR THAT, AH, S0ME 0F Y0U MAY N0T BE WH0LE AFTER THE PR0CEDURE.
The group assembled in a circle at the center of the room. The whole underground structure seemed to be shaking. The whole building could have detonated and no one could know, since they were underground... The players reached for their weapons. If anything, now was the time to use them. But a voice spoke next to them. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." It was Rick. "We wouldn't want them finding out your secret, now would we?"
The players reluctantly put their weapons away, and another orchid flash filled their vision. After a few seconds, they found themselves back in the main lobby. The receptionist now had headphones on, and was completely oblivious to their presence. The building seemed to be in no danger up here, although there was a noticeable rumbling.
The President sighed. "Thank God we had those installed or... Well, I don't know what we would have done. Uh, thank you for being here. Now, rest assured, we will find out how those explosives, uh, went off in that chamber." The group muttered scathing remarks. Perhaps it was ISIS or another terrorist group... The President assured them that they would be compensated for their troubles. Eventually, it was only the players left in the room. They started for the door when they remembered how Rick had spoken to them.
He knew they were players. But how?
The players sped out of the Conclave and saw Rick standing on the steps. He was staring at them. TT2000 was about to speak, but Rick put a hand up. "Yes, I know. You all know me better in this way." He snapped his fingers, and he flash-stepped into another form. This one was missing an eye and an arm, and had a tattered cape. He was dressed in a cyan shirt, blue pants, and wore a belt. Oh God. Rick. Richard.
It was the Godmodder.
"Thanks to the dumb-as-all-hell American government, I know everything I need to know." He smiled. "Oh, and by the way? Good luck getting back to Minecraft. I meant what I said back there at the Monument." He departed in a flash, but not without leaving one word:
"Heh."
~~~
Shortly afterwards, the Conclave had been repaired thanks to Project Binary. The government and engineering staff had surveyed the damage and found that the only real structural compromise to the Conclave had occurred in the control room itself. Everything else had sustained minimal damage. The President went to the control room to discuss with the machine. "Uh, Binary. Have you, uh, gotten any idea of who could have caused the, uh, explosion. In your control room."
AS A MATTER 0F FACT, 1 HAVE. Y0U REAL1ZED THAT THERE WERE TWENTY 0R S0 EXTRA PART1C1PANTS 0F TH1S DEM0NSTRAT10N, C0RRECT? 1 KN0W Y0UR ASS1STANT D1D. WELL, THEY WERE N0 0RD1NARY HUMAN BE1NGS. THEY WERE THE PLAYERS 0F G0DCRAFT 1TSELF.
The President tensed. "God Almighty... The ones who oppose the Godmodder?"
AND THE 0NES WH0 STAND BES1DE H1M. 1 D1D N0T PLACE THE EXPL0S1VES. NE1THER D1D Y0U, 0R THE STAFF. 1 W0ULD KN0W. 1 CHECK F0R THESE TH1NGS. THEREF0RE, THE PLAYERS, WH0 P0SSESS G0DM0DD1NG AB1L1T1ES THEMSELVES, W0ULD BE THE L0G1CAL CAND1DATE T0 HAVE PLACED THE B0MB.
"But... why?"
1T 1S MY HYP0THES1S THAT THEY ARE AGA1NST US. PERHAPS THEY FEAR US, 0R TH1NK THAT WE 1NTEND T0 D0 THE 0PP0S1TE 0F WHAT WE PLAN T0 D0. 1 TH1NK THAT WE SH0ULD PLACE TH1S FAC1L1TY 0N H1GH ALERT. PERHAPS T1GHTEN SECUR1TY MEASURES.
The President nodded. "Yes... Yes, you're right. I'll do that at once. Business like this, uh, will not be tolerated. Anyone who stands against the Counteroperation... will be hunted down. Relieved of citizenship."
A NECCESSARY C0URSE 0F ACT10N. WELL THEN. 1F THAT 1S H0W Y0U W1SH T0 TACKLE TH1S S1TUAT10N, G0 AHEAD. 1 W1LL N0T ST0P Y0U.
"Understood." The President ascended back to the surface.
Once he was sure he had left the building, Project Binary established a remote connection to Upper Michigan. Three lights displayed on his chassis: one dark gold, one bright yellow, and one brown.
THE B0MB WAS SET. THEY D0 N0T SUSPECT A TH1NG. MY PLAN 1S SET 1N M0T10N. B1LL AND 1KEA, Y0U WERE EXEMPLARY 1N Y0UR EXECUT10N. ALL WE NEED 1S F0R Y0U, CAR0L1NE, T0 F1N1SH 1T.
THE DESCENT BEG1NS. AND N0 0NE CAN ST0P US.
The players all gathered back at the Washington Monument. They didn't know how to react to the recent events. Project Binary was capable of overturning the entire server in a single move. And the Godmodder figured out everything that had transpired, since he was at the meeting as well. And to top it all off, a bomb had been planted there... Probably by the Godmodder.
When they got back to the server, they would give him a piece of their minds.
Then, a flash of light. Irecreeper materialized from in front of them, lying face down in the dirt. Everyone froze. TT2000 cautiously stepped up and lifted him up. He stifled a scream. Irecreeper's face had been torn off. The players' vision tunneled.
When they could see straight again, the Godmodder was smiling at them. They were back on the server. "Rise and shine, noobs! You're back! Ol' Foxy took care of that. Oh yeah, she's practically my sidekick now. Cool, huh? You'd be surprised what an animatronic fox can do. What! No! No, that's not lame! Shut up! Anyways... You all should probably take a look at the--" He was cut off by the players, who let loose accusations of him setting off the bomb at D.C. The Godmodder looked troubled. "No... That wasn't me. That was important to me; I wouldn't bomb an event like that. Even if it would have been cool. Heh, no. That's actually what I was going to tell you... You know you're enemies of the world now, right?"
What?
"Oh, you didn't know? Ha. Might wanna check the news, noobs. Check the noob news... The news for noobs... Yeah. That's all I got. Daily humor quota achieved. Anyways, seriously, go freakin' check it out."
A TV was materialized instantly through the Scribe's Wands. It tuned in to the news.
"My fellow Americans... It is with great displeasure that I announce to you that today at around 5:40 PM, the Conclave, everything we as a nation stand for, was bombed today. Amidst a demonstration of Project Binary's unique abilities, an explosion was set off, injuring many. No one was killed, but rest assured, we have singled out the culprits.
"The players of GodCraft, who many thought were fighting for us, are actually fighting against us. They will not stand for the American government, and as a result, the world. We have determined that, after long consideration, the best course of action is to completely terminate this game. It is unsalvageable.
"Let it be known that the players of GodCraft are to be considered enemies of the world, and are wanted fugitives. Kill them on sight. They are traitors to all of humanity. That... That is all."
...
Oh my God.
The Itinerary:
AGs:
Destroy the Godmodder!
Kill Foxy!
Raise Mixcoatl's Sanity!
Attack the Black Monolith!
PGs:
Raise Mixcoatl's Sanity!
Defend Foxy!
The Battlefield:
Black Monolith. HP: 1,000,000/1,000,000.
THE OPERATOR: [???]
Voidwalker: [???]
Nether Portal: [???] Inactive.
False Prophet Reborn: [N]
Mixcoatl: [AG] HP: 61,050/100,000. Enraged. Boss Totems: 20,000/20,000. (x4.) Insanity: 17.
Yin: [AG] HP: 42,500/100,000. Cosmic Balance: -20.
Mantorok: [PG] HP: 28,500/140,000.
Foxy: [PG] HP: 140,000/140,000.
Godmodder: [GM] HP: 25/125. Killstreak: 14.
Skyblock Zone:
AMSS Highblood: [PG] HP: 20,500/80,000. Constricted: II
Grayhold Ruins:
Clockwork Army Manufactory: [AG] HP: 10,500/50,000. Clockwork Drones: 500/500. (x2.) ATK: 100.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza:
Currently vacant.
The Nether:
engie_ninja: [N] HP: 20,000/30,000.
Phobos: [N] HP: 4,000/30,000.
The_Serpent: [PG] HP: 14,000/30,000.
Blue: [PG] HP: 20,000/30,000.
Inferno: [BOSS] HP: 78,500/97,500. Hellfire: III
Phoenix III: 10,000/40,000.
Escape From Antichamber:
Flare Flames: [AG]
The Forge:
Broken Halo: III READY (Minor107)
Contaminated Gear: IIII READY (ninjatwist321)
Rapidfire Bow: III READY (sigmatw)
HHH's Headtaker: III READY (Crusher48)
Hivemind CPU: III READY (sigmatw)
Potion Supply: III READY (Akatia)
Ender Orb: IIIII READY (shadoweater22)
Slime-Inator: III READY (Flare Flames)
Molten Processor: IIIIII READY (PitTheAngel)
Infinity Blade: II READY [3K] (The_Serpent)
Prism: III FIRE! (Aegis_A095)
Lil' Cal: IIIII READY (Talist)
Shockwave Laser-Cannon: IIII READY (fseftr)
Sacred Pool Balls: IIII READY (Irecreeper)
Deudly Magnum: I READY (PitTheAngel)
Emerald Nova: IIII DISABLED (pionoplayer)
Waluigi Thyme: WAA (Irecreeper)
Withered Plate: IIII READY (TT2000)
Auditory Piston: III READY (The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man)
Inferno Servo: III READY (Aegis-A095)
Magma Multiplier: IIII READY (Talist)
Silver Eye: III READY (Nimbleguy)
Table Leg: III READY (Leonstar0)
Spare Tentacle: IIII IN USE (TheLordErelye)
Providence's Topper: III READY (Irecreeper)
Red Scale: III READY (zerithos)
ninjatwist321. [AG] Lv. 0.
PitTheAngel. [AG] Lv. 0.
Netpatham. [AG] Lv. 1: Newcomer. XP: 14,875/25,000.
zerithos. [AG] Lv. 2: Novice Dueler. XP: 7,500/30,000. Tech Texts: MAGIRUPTION.
DemonicDaVinci. [AG] Lv. 1: One-Sider. XP: 0/25,000.
Aegis-A095. [AG] Lv. 0.
Talist: [AG] Lv. 2: Crafty. XP: 20,400/30,000. Tech Texts: GRIDLOCK.
Amperz4nd: [AG] Lv. 0.
TT2000: [AG] Lv. 2: Sharpshoot. XP: 19,500/30,000. Tech Texts: LONG DIVISION.
Nimbleguy: [AG] Lv. 3: Base 32. XP: 25,487/35,000. Tech Texts: JAVA SMASH.
Dimentiosome: [AG] Lv. 0.
Leonstar0: [AG] Lv. 2: Food Star. XP: 9,425/30,000. Tech Texts: CONGA LINE.
TheLordErelye: [AG] Lv. 3: Ink Scribe. XP: 0/35,000. Tech Texts: THE PEN / COLD FRONT
fseftr: [PG] Lv. 4: Old Navy. XP: 14,000/40,000. Tech Texts: BLUE, BLUE [LV. 1 / LV. 2: MARINE MADNESS] / COMPLEMENTARY
The_Serpent: [PG] Lv. 1: Single Unagi. XP: 9,187/25,000.
K4yne: [PG] Lv. 0.
5l1n65h07: [N] Lv. 0.
The_Idea_Modpack_Mod_Man: [N] Lv. 2: Mod Novice. XP: 28,075/30,000. Tech Texts: MICROSOFT BRAND.
engie_ninja: [N] Lv. 0.
pionoplayer: [N] Lv. 1: Combat Apprentice. XP: 23,000/25,000.
Irecreeper: [N] Lv. 1: End Beginner. XP: 19,500/25,000.
ManiacMasteR: [N] Lv. 4: Fourth Wall. XP: 5,100/40,000. Tech Texts: KINGLY DISPUTE [LV. 1 / LV. 2 - PROCLAMATION] / MALEVOLENCE MANIACAL
XDGrangerDX: [N] Lv. 1: Newcomer. XP: 9,025/25,000.
Idle Players:
Pokefan151: [AG]
duoRouge: [AG]
Minor107: [AG]
Flare Flames: [AG]
ProofofconcepT: [PG]
Sacred Items:
30 Hog Slop
30 Elf Tears
30 Pie Filling
30 Weasel Snot
we can do naught but hope for the best.
Check out my bad CTM map reviews here.
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
(If Kelem's weapons wiped, because he appeared in the portal whilst in transit, instead of entering via Minecraftia)
Thaumic Weapon(energy crossbow). Thaumic Weapon(octarine lightsaber). Thaumic Weapon(Mega Energy Cannon with enchantments (see inventory a page back).
(If they did not disappear)
Epic Buff: Precognition.
There we go. I can probably break back through if we need to, by the way.
Greater Mass Glamor. Now...Let's go.
Kelem and my avatar head to the Conclave....
Wait, do I have...Yes! Scribe's Wands! *writes "My weapon, Black Snow"* *poof*
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Maybe.
/null
I'll be making my great escape now!
/null
((...All the PG forces are here too? Drat and blast.))
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!