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I search TIE-Fighter #28.
Then, I pull out some bottles of White Elixir, my copy of the Manuscripts of Pnakotus, and a handful of intellect. At this point, would it not be wiser to prioritize the defense of players? Anyhow, I uncork three bottles of White Elixir, and pour them upon the ground, staining it white. With a slight psychic urge, the liquid levitates into the air, and begins to flow into large rings. Soon enough, the streams are accelerating at near the speed of light. The animatronics, regardless of whether or not they can sustain conscious thought, are oddly drawn to all of these rings, save a single one. I step within that ring, Pnakotic Manuscripts in hand. Then, I begin to read aloud. All is absolutely silent as I recount the maddened exploits of the fungi of Yuggoth. I reach a standstill, speaking the ancient tongue of a thousand horrendous wisdoms. Slowly, efficiently, the animatronics cease moving, as their joints have been shattered by some powerful psionic energy. Except for one, that is. Justifiably, of course, as it is currently melting. The Soldier, that is. Anyhow, the remaining animatronics are blown fifty feet away from the rings, which then all collide in a single second, fusing to create a white dome of pure inky elixir. The player who posts below me is suddenly entrapped in this dome, and is saved from one attack in the EoTB.
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RANDOM PESTERCHUM CONVERSATION COMMENCE! /PESTERNULL
Maniac walks toward his castle. The Nether, while still a little glitchy, isn't affected as much as the surface. Good, he thinks.
Maniac entered and found a secret panel. He entered the code, and the wall slid open. He walked down the long, dark hallway, until he came to another keypad. Entering the code, the door opened to reveal his secret project he's been working on for 3 years. A project that only the creatures working on it know about.
A portal.
Looking at (nearly finished) portal, he thought back on everything that they've been doing, testing, plans, failed attempts. All that will be worth it.
"Two more things...."
He then went on his computer.
apocalypticTerminator began pestering endangeredMultiverse at ??:??
Alright, so this won't allow me to copy paste, so let me sum it up....
I contact Eric, and ask him about his machine that allows him to transport between dimensions. After a bit of talking, he says that he'll take me out of Godcraft the next time he leaves, but decides not to help work on my portal after I mention that it could cause disasterous events. He then asks me about the bugs, specifically if they are still locked up. I say no, and he gives a warning to all players of Godcraft:EM: You are in very serious danger.
Anyway, back to the story!
Looking up from his computer, Maniac is shocked by the conversation. First thing he does is announce on the speaker:
All units, prepare for war. Exact creature(s) is/are unknown, but said to be extremely dangerous. Protocal 612. Repeat, protocal 612.
Maniac looks at the portal. So what that Eric didn't want to help? Who needs him!?
As for the workers, keep working! I want this done soon!!
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I (secretly) stick a fake server chip in #50. And search #49.
Hee hee... ;3
Also, from the post above me, I stick a bunch of posters on the wall of the dome. Now I am the DOME MASTER! BTW, they're all posters of me. I also bring in another player at random! YOLOOOOOOOO
*cracks knuckles* Oof. This is going to smart. Hold on. I suppose I do have the one thing guaranteed to solve everyone's problems forever. Do I dare use it... Who are we kidding. WHERE DOING THIS MAN WHERE MAKING THIS HAPPEN. Sorry Erelye. I quickly smash everyone's faces in with Spiral Suckers, turning as many of them as I can Trickster. WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I then summon one-hit GRIMDARK DUMMIES, which they STRIFE, defeating instantly and gaining mastery over their Trickster powers.
>Alchemies
Origin Wands (Complete)
Diamond Sword && Comic Sans && Papyrus (font) && Hobo && Birth of a Hero && Bradley Hand ITC && Brush Script MT && Curlz MT = ??? (1/?)
Diamond Sword && Myriad Pro && Helvetica && Computer Modern (font) && Tahoma && Arial && Segoe UI && Minion Pro = ??? (1/?) Basically, this is two swords, one is based off terrible fonts, the other is based off common meh/good fonts.
>Action
I stab a Spy with Chemostriker, then spray him with fluoroantimonic acid, chlorine trifluoride, etc. He is instantly dissolved. I then move on to another Spy, position my sword directly under him, then pull up, slicing him in half vertically. I then slice him horizontally and vertically perpendicular to the first cut, slicing him into eight pieces. I roll the eight pieces like an octet into a pool of fluoroantimonic acid. I then move on to the Snipers. I grab the Snipers' guns and throw them into the pool of fluoroantimonic acid, then hack their systems so that they follow their guns. They immediately dive into the pool as well. I grab the Medic and smite him and give him Lassa fever with Notch's Smiter. The latter does nothing as he is an animatronic. I then take the Bioterrorism USB and stick it into the Medic (wearing gloves of course), infecting him with CIH, Bumerang, Marburg, Arcticbomb and Gruel, which all activate and delete all the files on his system followed by destroying his hard drives, causing his systems to be unable to run. I then move on to the Stickyspammer. I spray him with Chemocide, causing all of the stickybombs that he has in his inventory to activate, blowing him up while I stand from a safe distance. I then throw the Demoknight into the pool of fluoroantimonic acid. He dissolves instantly.
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All charges progress!
The Straightshooter 2/5
I use the colossal power to warp reality invested in me by my creation of Manufactory Anachron to warp an entire alternate Earth into existence in a stable orbit between Minecraftia and the Moon, fully populated, armed, and confused.
"Hah, so, I've never had the opportunity to demonstrate what happens to a planet without bedrock when you shoot it with an RPLS-SH. Figure now's a good time for the experiment. Also, because I want to do a useful thing with it, here,"
I use the same power to teleport every single Animatronic to the surface of this alternate Earth, confusing the poor, doomed inhabitants even further, and extending the terrified bleating of the news broadcasts to include evil robots attacking people at random...
An entire Earth. Seven billion people and uncounted tons of metal and water and stone, pulled from a doomed parallel timeline in which the Godmodder was hit and killed by a meteor at age four, preventing all these events before they even happened.
The RPLS-SH is a tube fifteen kilometers long by one kilometer wide, attached to the hull of the Anachron by a turret housing for precise targeting. The slug it fires is forty meters wide and two hundred fifty long, composed of a hyperdense composite bringing it up to roughly the mass of Greenland, and when fired accelerates to .998473C over one microsecond.
The weapon makes almost no noise when it fires, other than the creaking of the ship it's attached to, and creates no muzzle flash. Other than by calculating the trajectory, there is no real way of telling where the slug came from, and it is nearly impossible to see coming, or if seen, to stop it. It is capable of pinpoint targeting accurate enough to hit a flea from several AU away, despite the pointlessness of this.
*Creak*
The alternate earth deforms slightly, developing two massive red holes and an impressive splash of white-hot ash into the vacuum, then shudders, cracking apart with what, from the surface of Minecraftia, looks like agonizing slowness, crumbling inwards and then, as the planet seems to realize it has been killed, spraying outwards along the path of the slug, eventually forming a massive cloud of incandescent debris spread across much of the sky, blurring our view of the still-burning moon.
In case you were wondering, the slug impacted on the Animatronics' precise location.
Current thaumicTheorist [CTT] has opened a memo on board DTG_Urgent
[CTT] Everyone. Serpent is trying to be pro-GLITCH. We need to stop this madness NOW. If ANYONE here can shoot the avatar down, preferably without blocking BTG, DO IT. I would but Gutza's shot hit me. Try to take more careful aim next time?
Future competentComputationalist has responded to memo
[FCC]>>It is my considered opinion that you take out Serpent, though of course I know how this decision goes...Even with the loss of Black Text Guy, the lack of attacks against our methods of NOT DESTROYING THE ENTIRETY OF REALITY is a gain worth the cost. [FCC]>>As for why I am speaking from the future, the Glitch killed me and I can't, apparently, send myself back in time via this feature. Although...It is indeed a possibility that bears considering.
[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.
>Alchemies
Fluorite Octet && Various Forms of Carbon = ??? (1/9)
Diamond Sword && Comic Sans && Papyrus (font) && Hobo && Birth of a Hero && Bradley Hand ITC && Brush Script MT && Curlz MT = ??? (2/?)
Diamond Sword && Myriad Pro && Helvetica && Computer Modern (font) && Tahoma && Arial && Segoe UI && Minion Pro = ??? (2/?)
>Action
I somehow raise the CPU heat level of all the animatronics to 500 degrees Celsius by setting their fans on fire with pyrokinesis. This causes them to sustain internal damage. I then cool them by spraying a variety of extremely-deadly substances at all the Animatronics with both Chemocide and Chemostriker. Their outer casing and aesthetic components are dissolved by fluoroantimonic acid, while their insides are set on fire with chlorine trifluoride, burning several holes in the floor that go down to bedrock. Any resemblance to anything from TF2 or any machinery is destroyed by more fluoroantimonic acid, dissolving even more of the room. Just for fun, I spray down their remains with trifluoromethanesulfonic acid, a much weaker acid than fluoroantimonic acid, then slowly increase to the superacids. I spend fifty seconds spraying their remains with magic acid (not actually magic, it's just FSO3H-SbF5), then spray them all with fluoroantimonic acid once more. While I do this, I take care to leave the sentry gun alone for now.
The remains of the animatronics consist of things that were not dissolved by the acids or the ClF3 (i.e. basically nothing). The floor is severely damaged, and there are several deep pits where the chlorine trifluoride burned through the floor. The rails and the Sentry are the only things left in the room. I push some debris out of the way of the cart and walk out of the room.
A giant sword 50 meters wide, 1 nanometer thin that has a height of 5 times the "diameter" of Minecraftia crashes into the Sentry. It bisects the Sentry into two equal halves, then creates a chasm that the Sentry falls into. It hits bedrock, shattering into a million pieces. It has no idea that I was doing it, so it can't counterattack due to the fact that I was at that time searching TIE-Fighter #48. Also because it is currently in a million pieces from hitting bedrock at terminal velocity.
{SO MANY DEAD TEAMMATES. SO LITTLE TIME. GOOD THING WE'RE FUNCTIONALLY IMMORTAL.}
Overworld: AGH MY EYES! THE MAGENTA IS BURNING MY VERY SOUL! That being said, I have no head or back, so the spies and snipers don't pose a threat... I'm flying, so the Soldier and Demomen aren't that effective, and the Demoknight is useless, and the spies still don't pose a thread... Balls to it, Shoot the Medic First is in full effect, so time to MAXIMALIST his robotic ****. TECHPIECE almost searches TIE-Fighter 44, but a rocket launched from somewhere with a statue's head mounted on the front, blasting out dubstep and the occasional "I'm the biggest **** on the moon!", and seriously weirded up due to being torn out of it's universe of origin, lands straight on TIE-Fighter 44, scattering parts everywhere. The rocket then takes off again. The hell was that about?
Seriously. Screw magenta.
Blue's Estate, Medical Ward: "I see." (I'm tempted to leave it that short just to make a hilarious contrast compared to the above magenta paragraph, but also not.) "Still feel it would have made sense to set this kinda stuff up in advance. Unless humanity day is quite literally not that big of a deal. Sure seems that way. Quite an odd contrast to Christmas, although it does give a holiday feel that the latter never gave. Probably just the lack of hype."
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I search TIE-Fighter #56.
Generic... This. Is. UNACCEPTABLE. Alas, I cannot slay you, as that would undermine our current position. Luckily, I have consolidated far too much eldritch energy to be affected by the Sucker in the least. However, I can resist. Strangely, I anticipated this occurring. Almost as if... I can read the thoughts and decisions of my adversaries. Hah. Anyhow, I cast my astral manipulation curse, and every single sucker Generic owns capable of transforming one into a Trickster melts in his grasp, and is then transmuted to pure Nightmare Fuel, emitting the mutterings of a thousand elder beasts. Next time, please try to create a large amount of entities, and turn them Trickster, not attempt to transmogrify us.
I also refuse to kill Serpent, Netpatham, despite what she has done. I know she has a capacity to do something good... eventually. However, I shall not even attempt to mollify for this statement. I am not a very deferent person, to you, at the least. Anyhow, if you attempt to slay her, or anyone, for that matter, I shall doom you to an eternity with the Other Gods. They are not particularly magnanimous to those whom their protégés dictate enemies, nor do they show any restraint whatsoever.
Anyhow, I pull out Bipolarity, and equip the eldritch glasses. Immediately, I can feel the psionic amplification, and am completely certain what to do. Peering at everything through the mustard-painted lenses, I focus the energy of the Furthest Ring. I fire a projectile, dripping with Nightmare Fuel, towards the Snipers. It misses, striking the ground. This was my intention. I fuse the various energies if the Ring imbued in Bipolarity together, creating the creatures is was designed to summon. A beast of pure Nightmare Fuel, growling with a feverish intensity. The second it begins to exist, a faint sound appears over GodCraft, heard from every corner. The muttering of the Other Ones. In other words, it is precisely one third of the voices I hear on a daily basis. The weak go mad, and the strong suffer in the anguished throes of elder beasts. The entity I summoned with the glasses, however, lumbers towards the Snipers in both a swift and slow manner. I raise a hand, and a Sniper glows with a violet aura, levitating up into the air before the vast creature. The creature vomits various corrosive substances capable of destroying metal upon the unfortunate animatronic, and then begins to glow with a mustard light. Pure, unadulterated terror strikes all nearby (save me) as the creature swiftly tears the Sniper to pieces. I transmute the stuff to organic matter, and the creature devours it whole, as well as three meters of ground around it. I slip off Bipolarity, noting how useful it is. Hah.
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Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
While it's still not a big deal to most people here, they do generally care more than I do.
I just don't really care for Humanity Day. I'll take part in the gift giving and whatnot, but not most of the traditions...
Oh, by the way, the biggest tradition is for people to go on xeno hunts.
So you two might want to leave like, now... because while I call it xenophobia, they're not literally scared of you.
They just hate you.
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I search TIE-Fighter #13. I also ask if Rodney could use his robotic prowess to engage the animatronic forces without dying. If he may, I politely command him to do so, and send him off.
I pull out a bizarre combination of Suicide Seeds, Kelvin Kamikaze Kontainers, and Essentia Styxpearls. I proceed to toss the Seeds and Pearls into the air. I flash-step over to a Sniper, and place the Kontainer down, igniting it before escaping. I return to the sixteen levitating seeds and pearls, just in time to telekinetically hold them up before they strike the ground. I stare at the seeds, and they momentarily glow violet, before they disappear, as do I. Within the next few seconds, everything living within a few miles (save the players) withers and dies just after a flash of violet light disappears in their vicinity. I return to the Pearls, and wait. They slowly descend, their blue order aura glinting behind them. They strike the ground at precisely the same moment, and I harness their energy, transmuting it into PURE ENTROPY with my mind. I prepare to pulse the stuff into animatronics...
Of course, it would be far wiser to protect others, as I have stated. Therefore, I draw the Hazel Wand. Immediately, I flick it downwards. Instantly, I begin glowing with a violet aura, my eyes doing the same. Mauve smoke begins to leak off of nearby blocks, swirling about, not rising, oddly enough. Then, the stuff suddenly ignites, due to a violet spark off of my wand tip. At that very instant, I transmute the cloud of swirling gas into liquid wildfire. A monolithic sapphire-colored explosion rockets across the Battlefield, ripping through the earth like a small serrated metal rod through churned milk, if you understand my expression. Anyhow, the surrounding area is then coated in deep blue flames, unable to be extinguished by any forms of water or foam. The arcane fire burns through flesh and metal alike, preventing any from entering my general area without burning alive, unless you are wielding the flame as I am. Then, I arc the Hazel Wand down. The flames leap off of the ground in an alarmingly swift fashion, annihilating any entities save me daring to step within, and swirl about, forming walls of eternal flame around me in all directions. I then pull out a few bottles of ink, and empty them before me. With a rigid twisting of the Hazel Wand, the exquisite liquid levitates into the air, and begins to circle around me in rings, slowly forming a perfect dome around me, merging with the walls of unquenchable flames. I focus with innumerable outcomes in my mind, calculating the situation. Several seconds later, the ink appears to begin to glow amethyst, from the view of those outside. Soon, the thing appears to be a large, spherical portal to deep space, appearing to accelerate excessively swiftly. Bolts of violet plasma leap from the edges of the dome, piercing a Sniper and annihilating the animatronic accosting Rodney, if he did indeed go by my request. Regardless, the portal-looking dome still stands, appearing to be far more powerful than several milliseconds ago. I teleport a random player in (assuming they will not murder me), and divert the rest of my focus towards charging the shield. The dome then begins to suck blocks in, in a manner not unlike a black hole, directly after I fuse it with the entropy from earlier. Oddly enough, the objects go into the 'image' of deep space, almost as if it was a portal. Obviously, it is not. /s Anyhow, this dome will protect that random player and myself from an attack, perhaps, as it shall transport that animatronic adversary to the depths of space, and force it to travel back to GodCraft without the usage of instantaneous teleportation, due to the fact that I am telekinetically forcing all objects away from the arrival (and theoretical exit, though it cannot be one) point.
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Punisher rocket OR thunder bolt AND poison shot AND High energy blast 1/?
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8/11 for Deus Liber
If insert's attempt to tricksterify everyone doesn't fail miserably like it probably will, Hank off-handedly shoots the sucker out of insert's hands. We don't need any more of that. I saw what happened last time.
Hank then proceeds to continue obliterating the animatronics closest to his position.
CALEDBEC: COMPLETE. I take this new Level 9 alchemy and use it to enhance a random animatronic with Green Sun powers. Also, you think you're going to kill me, Netpatham? THINK AGAIN. And I'm immune to trickster due to the last... incident, so I am NOT going through THAT again.
Looks like a cool alchemy. I'd just prefer something a little... darker. Caledbec && Magic 8-Ball: 1/11 (presumably). I shoot a green plasma wave at a random animatronic.
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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
Golden Sunsticks 2/11
I search TIE-Fighter #28.
Then, I pull out some bottles of White Elixir, my copy of the Manuscripts of Pnakotus, and a handful of intellect. At this point, would it not be wiser to prioritize the defense of players? Anyhow, I uncork three bottles of White Elixir, and pour them upon the ground, staining it white. With a slight psychic urge, the liquid levitates into the air, and begins to flow into large rings. Soon enough, the streams are accelerating at near the speed of light. The animatronics, regardless of whether or not they can sustain conscious thought, are oddly drawn to all of these rings, save a single one. I step within that ring, Pnakotic Manuscripts in hand. Then, I begin to read aloud. All is absolutely silent as I recount the maddened exploits of the fungi of Yuggoth. I reach a standstill, speaking the ancient tongue of a thousand horrendous wisdoms. Slowly, efficiently, the animatronics cease moving, as their joints have been shattered by some powerful psionic energy. Except for one, that is. Justifiably, of course, as it is currently melting. The Soldier, that is. Anyhow, the remaining animatronics are blown fifty feet away from the rings, which then all collide in a single second, fusing to create a white dome of pure inky elixir. The player who posts below me is suddenly entrapped in this dome, and is saved from one attack in the EoTB.
Maniac walks toward his castle. The Nether, while still a little glitchy, isn't affected as much as the surface. Good, he thinks.
Maniac entered and found a secret panel. He entered the code, and the wall slid open. He walked down the long, dark hallway, until he came to another keypad. Entering the code, the door opened to reveal his secret project he's been working on for 3 years. A project that only the creatures working on it know about.
A portal.
Looking at (nearly finished) portal, he thought back on everything that they've been doing, testing, plans, failed attempts. All that will be worth it.
"Two more things...."
He then went on his computer.
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I contact Eric, and ask him about his machine that allows him to transport between dimensions. After a bit of talking, he says that he'll take me out of Godcraft the next time he leaves, but decides not to help work on my portal after I mention that it could cause disasterous events. He then asks me about the bugs, specifically if they are still locked up. I say no, and he gives a warning to all players of Godcraft:EM: You are in very serious danger.
Anyway, back to the story!
Looking up from his computer, Maniac is shocked by the conversation. First thing he does is announce on the speaker:
All units, prepare for war. Exact creature(s) is/are unknown, but said to be extremely dangerous. Protocal 612. Repeat, protocal 612.
Maniac looks at the portal. So what that Eric didn't want to help? Who needs him!?
As for the workers, keep working! I want this done soon!!
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
Hee hee... ;3
Also, from the post above me, I stick a bunch of posters on the wall of the dome. Now I am the DOME MASTER! BTW, they're all posters of me. I also bring in another player at random! YOLOOOOOOOO
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Origin Wands (Complete)
Diamond Sword && Comic Sans && Papyrus (font) && Hobo && Birth of a Hero && Bradley Hand ITC && Brush Script MT && Curlz MT = ??? (1/?)
Diamond Sword && Myriad Pro && Helvetica && Computer Modern (font) && Tahoma && Arial && Segoe UI && Minion Pro = ??? (1/?) Basically, this is two swords, one is based off terrible fonts, the other is based off common meh/good fonts.
>Action
I stab a Spy with Chemostriker, then spray him with fluoroantimonic acid, chlorine trifluoride, etc. He is instantly dissolved. I then move on to another Spy, position my sword directly under him, then pull up, slicing him in half vertically. I then slice him horizontally and vertically perpendicular to the first cut, slicing him into eight pieces. I roll the eight pieces like an octet into a pool of fluoroantimonic acid. I then move on to the Snipers. I grab the Snipers' guns and throw them into the pool of fluoroantimonic acid, then hack their systems so that they follow their guns. They immediately dive into the pool as well. I grab the Medic and smite him and give him Lassa fever with Notch's Smiter. The latter does nothing as he is an animatronic. I then take the Bioterrorism USB and stick it into the Medic (wearing gloves of course), infecting him with CIH, Bumerang, Marburg, Arcticbomb and Gruel, which all activate and delete all the files on his system followed by destroying his hard drives, causing his systems to be unable to run. I then move on to the Stickyspammer. I spray him with Chemocide, causing all of the stickybombs that he has in his inventory to activate, blowing him up while I stand from a safe distance. I then throw the Demoknight into the pool of fluoroantimonic acid. He dissolves instantly.
>AI Action
02/> Search TIE Fighter 44.
The Straightshooter 2/5
I use the colossal power to warp reality invested in me by my creation of Manufactory Anachron to warp an entire alternate Earth into existence in a stable orbit between Minecraftia and the Moon, fully populated, armed, and confused.
"Hah, so, I've never had the opportunity to demonstrate what happens to a planet without bedrock when you shoot it with an RPLS-SH. Figure now's a good time for the experiment. Also, because I want to do a useful thing with it, here,"
I use the same power to teleport every single Animatronic to the surface of this alternate Earth, confusing the poor, doomed inhabitants even further, and extending the terrified bleating of the news broadcasts to include evil robots attacking people at random...
An entire Earth. Seven billion people and uncounted tons of metal and water and stone, pulled from a doomed parallel timeline in which the Godmodder was hit and killed by a meteor at age four, preventing all these events before they even happened.
The RPLS-SH is a tube fifteen kilometers long by one kilometer wide, attached to the hull of the Anachron by a turret housing for precise targeting. The slug it fires is forty meters wide and two hundred fifty long, composed of a hyperdense composite bringing it up to roughly the mass of Greenland, and when fired accelerates to .998473C over one microsecond.
The weapon makes almost no noise when it fires, other than the creaking of the ship it's attached to, and creates no muzzle flash. Other than by calculating the trajectory, there is no real way of telling where the slug came from, and it is nearly impossible to see coming, or if seen, to stop it. It is capable of pinpoint targeting accurate enough to hit a flea from several AU away, despite the pointlessness of this.
*Creak*
The alternate earth deforms slightly, developing two massive red holes and an impressive splash of white-hot ash into the vacuum, then shudders, cracking apart with what, from the surface of Minecraftia, looks like agonizing slowness, crumbling inwards and then, as the planet seems to realize it has been killed, spraying outwards along the path of the slug, eventually forming a massive cloud of incandescent debris spread across much of the sky, blurring our view of the still-burning moon.
In case you were wondering, the slug impacted on the Animatronics' precise location.
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
[CTT] Everyone. Serpent is trying to be pro-GLITCH. We need to stop this madness NOW. If ANYONE here can shoot the avatar down, preferably without blocking BTG, DO IT. I would but Gutza's shot hit me. Try to take more careful aim next time?
Future competentComputationalist has responded to memo
[FCC]>>It is my considered opinion that you take out Serpent, though of course I know how this decision goes...Even with the loss of Black Text Guy, the lack of attacks against our methods of NOT DESTROYING THE ENTIRETY OF REALITY is a gain worth the cost.
[FCC]>>As for why I am speaking from the future, the Glitch killed me and I can't, apparently, send myself back in time via this feature. Although...It is indeed a possibility that bears considering.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
I drink a Potion of Instant Health.
I then use Black Inches at the Level 3 Sentry.
I then check TIE-22
Narrative Assaulter N Scratcher 6/X
Santa Hat && Bowler Hat
Sweet Spades Complete!
S'more Sticks Complete!
Fluorite 2d8 && Psiicrystal && Mind Honey
Fluorite Octet && Various Forms of Carbon = ??? (1/9)
Diamond Sword && Comic Sans && Papyrus (font) && Hobo && Birth of a Hero && Bradley Hand ITC && Brush Script MT && Curlz MT = ??? (2/?)
Diamond Sword && Myriad Pro && Helvetica && Computer Modern (font) && Tahoma && Arial && Segoe UI && Minion Pro = ??? (2/?)
>Action
I somehow raise the CPU heat level of all the animatronics to 500 degrees Celsius by setting their fans on fire with pyrokinesis. This causes them to sustain internal damage. I then cool them by spraying a variety of extremely-deadly substances at all the Animatronics with both Chemocide and Chemostriker. Their outer casing and aesthetic components are dissolved by fluoroantimonic acid, while their insides are set on fire with chlorine trifluoride, burning several holes in the floor that go down to bedrock. Any resemblance to anything from TF2 or any machinery is destroyed by more fluoroantimonic acid, dissolving even more of the room. Just for fun, I spray down their remains with trifluoromethanesulfonic acid, a much weaker acid than fluoroantimonic acid, then slowly increase to the superacids. I spend fifty seconds spraying their remains with magic acid (not actually magic, it's just FSO3H-SbF5), then spray them all with fluoroantimonic acid once more. While I do this, I take care to leave the sentry gun alone for now.
The remains of the animatronics consist of things that were not dissolved by the acids or the ClF3 (i.e. basically nothing). The floor is severely damaged, and there are several deep pits where the chlorine trifluoride burned through the floor. The rails and the Sentry are the only things left in the room. I push some debris out of the way of the cart and walk out of the room.
A giant sword 50 meters wide, 1 nanometer thin that has a height of 5 times the "diameter" of Minecraftia crashes into the Sentry. It bisects the Sentry into two equal halves, then creates a chasm that the Sentry falls into. It hits bedrock, shattering into a million pieces. It has no idea that I was doing it, so it can't counterattack due to the fact that I was at that time searching TIE-Fighter #48. Also because it is currently in a million pieces from hitting bedrock at terminal velocity.
Overworld: AGH MY EYES! THE MAGENTA IS BURNING MY VERY SOUL! That being said, I have no head or back, so the spies and snipers don't pose a threat... I'm flying, so the Soldier and Demomen aren't that effective, and the Demoknight is useless, and the spies still don't pose a thread... Balls to it, Shoot the Medic First is in full effect, so time to MAXIMALIST his robotic ****. TECHPIECE almost searches TIE-Fighter 44, but a rocket launched from somewhere with a statue's head mounted on the front, blasting out dubstep and the occasional "I'm the biggest **** on the moon!", and seriously weirded up due to being torn out of it's universe of origin, lands straight on TIE-Fighter 44, scattering parts everywhere. The rocket then takes off again. The hell was that about?
Seriously. Screw magenta.
Blue's Estate, Medical Ward: "I see." (I'm tempted to leave it that short just to make a hilarious contrast compared to the above magenta paragraph, but also not.) "Still feel it would have made sense to set this kinda stuff up in advance. Unless humanity day is quite literally not that big of a deal. Sure seems that way. Quite an odd contrast to Christmas, although it does give a holiday feel that the latter never gave. Probably just the lack of hype."
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Golden Sunsticks 3/11
I search TIE-Fighter #56.
Generic... This. Is. UNACCEPTABLE. Alas, I cannot slay you, as that would undermine our current position. Luckily, I have consolidated far too much eldritch energy to be affected by the Sucker in the least. However, I can resist. Strangely, I anticipated this occurring. Almost as if... I can read the thoughts and decisions of my adversaries. Hah. Anyhow, I cast my astral manipulation curse, and every single sucker Generic owns capable of transforming one into a Trickster melts in his grasp, and is then transmuted to pure Nightmare Fuel, emitting the mutterings of a thousand elder beasts. Next time, please try to create a large amount of entities, and turn them Trickster, not attempt to transmogrify us.
I also refuse to kill Serpent, Netpatham, despite what she has done. I know she has a capacity to do something good... eventually. However, I shall not even attempt to mollify for this statement. I am not a very deferent person, to you, at the least. Anyhow, if you attempt to slay her, or anyone, for that matter, I shall doom you to an eternity with the Other Gods. They are not particularly magnanimous to those whom their protégés dictate enemies, nor do they show any restraint whatsoever.
Anyhow, I pull out Bipolarity, and equip the eldritch glasses. Immediately, I can feel the psionic amplification, and am completely certain what to do. Peering at everything through the mustard-painted lenses, I focus the energy of the Furthest Ring. I fire a projectile, dripping with Nightmare Fuel, towards the Snipers. It misses, striking the ground. This was my intention. I fuse the various energies if the Ring imbued in Bipolarity together, creating the creatures is was designed to summon. A beast of pure Nightmare Fuel, growling with a feverish intensity. The second it begins to exist, a faint sound appears over GodCraft, heard from every corner. The muttering of the Other Ones. In other words, it is precisely one third of the voices I hear on a daily basis. The weak go mad, and the strong suffer in the anguished throes of elder beasts. The entity I summoned with the glasses, however, lumbers towards the Snipers in both a swift and slow manner. I raise a hand, and a Sniper glows with a violet aura, levitating up into the air before the vast creature. The creature vomits various corrosive substances capable of destroying metal upon the unfortunate animatronic, and then begins to glow with a mustard light. Pure, unadulterated terror strikes all nearby (save me) as the creature swiftly tears the Sniper to pieces. I transmute the stuff to organic matter, and the creature devours it whole, as well as three meters of ground around it. I slip off Bipolarity, noting how useful it is. Hah.
I drink a Potion of Regeneration
I then check TIE-4
I then roll the Troper's 0ctet at the Animatronic Heavy.
Narrative Assaulter N Scratcher 7/X
Fluorite 0ctet || 4d4
Fluorite 2d8 && Psiicrystal && Mind Honey 2/X
I check TIE-37.
I then whip out Forge's Light, use my new EXPONENTIAL SQUARE ROOT attack, and DECIMATE some poor animatronic sniper!
Check out my bad CTM map reviews here.
While it's still not a big deal to most people here, they do generally care more than I do.
I just don't really care for Humanity Day. I'll take part in the gift giving and whatnot, but not most of the traditions...
Oh, by the way, the biggest tradition is for people to go on xeno hunts.
So you two might want to leave like, now... because while I call it xenophobia, they're not literally scared of you.
They just hate you.
/null for Twin
Golden Sunsticks 4/11
I search TIE-Fighter #13. I also ask if Rodney could use his robotic prowess to engage the animatronic forces without dying. If he may, I politely command him to do so, and send him off.
I pull out a bizarre combination of Suicide Seeds, Kelvin Kamikaze Kontainers, and Essentia Styxpearls. I proceed to toss the Seeds and Pearls into the air. I flash-step over to a Sniper, and place the Kontainer down, igniting it before escaping. I return to the sixteen levitating seeds and pearls, just in time to telekinetically hold them up before they strike the ground. I stare at the seeds, and they momentarily glow violet, before they disappear, as do I. Within the next few seconds, everything living within a few miles (save the players) withers and dies just after a flash of violet light disappears in their vicinity. I return to the Pearls, and wait. They slowly descend, their blue order aura glinting behind them. They strike the ground at precisely the same moment, and I harness their energy, transmuting it into PURE ENTROPY with my mind. I prepare to pulse the stuff into animatronics...
Of course, it would be far wiser to protect others, as I have stated. Therefore, I draw the Hazel Wand. Immediately, I flick it downwards. Instantly, I begin glowing with a violet aura, my eyes doing the same. Mauve smoke begins to leak off of nearby blocks, swirling about, not rising, oddly enough. Then, the stuff suddenly ignites, due to a violet spark off of my wand tip. At that very instant, I transmute the cloud of swirling gas into liquid wildfire. A monolithic sapphire-colored explosion rockets across the Battlefield, ripping through the earth like a small serrated metal rod through churned milk, if you understand my expression. Anyhow, the surrounding area is then coated in deep blue flames, unable to be extinguished by any forms of water or foam. The arcane fire burns through flesh and metal alike, preventing any from entering my general area without burning alive, unless you are wielding the flame as I am. Then, I arc the Hazel Wand down. The flames leap off of the ground in an alarmingly swift fashion, annihilating any entities save me daring to step within, and swirl about, forming walls of eternal flame around me in all directions. I then pull out a few bottles of ink, and empty them before me. With a rigid twisting of the Hazel Wand, the exquisite liquid levitates into the air, and begins to circle around me in rings, slowly forming a perfect dome around me, merging with the walls of unquenchable flames. I focus with innumerable outcomes in my mind, calculating the situation. Several seconds later, the ink appears to begin to glow amethyst, from the view of those outside. Soon, the thing appears to be a large, spherical portal to deep space, appearing to accelerate excessively swiftly. Bolts of violet plasma leap from the edges of the dome, piercing a Sniper and annihilating the animatronic accosting Rodney, if he did indeed go by my request. Regardless, the portal-looking dome still stands, appearing to be far more powerful than several milliseconds ago. I teleport a random player in (assuming they will not murder me), and divert the rest of my focus towards charging the shield. The dome then begins to suck blocks in, in a manner not unlike a black hole, directly after I fuse it with the entropy from earlier. Oddly enough, the objects go into the 'image' of deep space, almost as if it was a portal. Obviously, it is not. /s Anyhow, this dome will protect that random player and myself from an attack, perhaps, as it shall transport that animatronic adversary to the depths of space, and force it to travel back to GodCraft without the usage of instantaneous teleportation, due to the fact that I am telekinetically forcing all objects away from the arrival (and theoretical exit, though it cannot be one) point.
9/11 for Finem
8/11 for Deus Liber
If insert's attempt to tricksterify everyone doesn't fail miserably like it probably will, Hank off-handedly shoots the sucker out of insert's hands.
We don't need any more of that.
I saw what happened last time.
Hank then proceeds to continue obliterating the animatronics closest to his position.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Looks like a cool alchemy. I'd just prefer something a little... darker. Caledbec && Magic 8-Ball: 1/11 (presumably). I shoot a green plasma wave at a random animatronic.
Oh no
Midna: Search TIE #66
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
20/25 Health Care Package
> R. K.: Shoots lasers at the Animatronic MeeMdic.
> K4yne: I take the job of healing Modpack with No Joke.
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Strange No Joke
UBER Variations: Uber, Kritz, Wither, Mmmph, Joker Gas
Charges:
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.