"Godmodder, your work is not yet over. The Arrival is still intent on attacking, and only a firewall created by you could have a chance of stopping it."
Blue walks out of her suite on the HMAS Victor. Red is waiting for her, as well as several armed guards.
What do you think? Am I recognizable?
...do I know you? Guards, take this person away!
Hilarious.
Blue and Red walk into a small hangar, with one small spaceship in it.
Stay safe, Red, and join me as soon as you can.
Will do.
Blue climbs into the spaceship, waits for Red to leave, and opens the hangar doors.
Alright, autopilot. Take me to Godcraft. Avoid all optimal warp points until we leave the galaxy.
-Two Weeks Ago-
The detective appears in the medical wing, looks up at the hole in the ceiling, and quietly enters Blue's room. She is sitting on the end of the bed, looking right at him. She is holding Ultramarine in her right hand, and pointing it downwards.
Hello, detective. I've been expecting you. ...I'm not a detective anymore. Alright, James. I have my suspicions, but tell me why you're here. It's a long story... I'll try to keep it brief.
To be continued on Saturday...
Also, Twin, very nice. Oh, and Blue would like a few words with you about your complaints.
Phew. Now that that's over, i need to talk to my queen. If you 'scuse me.
- Over at The Queen -
My dear royal regent. I see you are in one piece. I hope your stay has not been boring.
"..."
I see you haven't lost your sense of humor as well.
"..."
I know. We can't wait much longer. But we have to follow the rules of this "game". Once it's over, we will be home again. And i will not stand for it that we now lose.
"..."
Thank you your majesty.
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Amperzand: Appear back on Godcraft in the middle of a Plains Biome, somehow still unruined by the war...
I request a dropship extraction, then begin walking to the LZ Redeyes decided upon, my footprints filled with ashes, the horizon strangely peaceful, in contrast to the normal omnipresence of mushroom clouds...
An unlucky rabbit bounces around me for a while, then stumbles, falling into the rapidly browning tall grass with a pained squeak...
Redeyes: Set my Heavy Dropship down on a hilltop, then open the loading ramp, looking out at a huge expanse of strangely patterned gray ash, something verminous dying in the middle distance, kicking up a cloud of thin strips...
Amperzand trudges up to the ship, armor producing an unpleasant cacophony of ruinous machinery, and climbs into the hold, unspeaking.
I sit back in the Pilot's seat, and am preparing for takeoff when he staggers into the cockpit devoid of his armor, then falls into the other chair, withered as thin as an old, old man, his pilot's undersuit in rags, showing the tattered flesh beneath...
"You, ah, you were wounded, I see?"
Third time he's been out of armor in this war, something bad must have happened...
"Binary's dead. Tell the mechanical staff back home to get ready, Demimech's screwed."
Sounds so weak, as old as he looks...
"I... I see. And you? You are in hardly better conditi-"
Unconscious... Mein Gott, whatever they did out there...
"H3, have a full medical team and some engineers in Class Eight hazard suits waiting in Hangar Thirty."
=-=-=-=Wilson=-=-=-= (You can buy healing and other supplies here)
Alchemy Emporium: The number in parentheses is the number of times you need to assist Laiko's charges in order to buy it. Current status: open _ Total wealth = 60$ _ Wilson's charges A: 9/50, B: 15/50 --------- Items: Potion of (super?) rejuvenation x2 (2$) <|> Splash Nightshade potion x2 (4$) <|> Potion of Magic x2 (2$) <|> Splash potion of frostbite x2 (3$) <|> Potion of (holy) Wrath x2 (3$) <|> Extended potion of cuts x2 (3$) <|> Potion of Nectar x3 (2$ Healing Potions here!!!!) <|> Splash potion of Critmist II x13 (2$) <|> Splash Venom Potion x3 (3$) <|> Splash potion of chills x2 (4$) <|> Potion of Ambrosa x3 (2$) <|> Nectar cake x2 (3$) <|> Woolen Bandage x3 (1$) <|> Potion of Vis x3 (2$) <|> Potion of Strength x2 (1$) <|> Potion of Cats Eye x1 (2$) <|> Potion of dreams x1 <|> Potion of Potential x1
Potion of Cats Eye OOO enderpearl = ??? 1/2
Potion of (holy) wrath OOO Nether Quartz = ??? 1/2
Good Fox &&& electromagnet &&& kinetic generator = ??? 1/?
Wilson collapses on the ground with a shout. ARGH! I... Owwww... Please stop... spinning... ugh... the pain...
Before I leave, I grab Wilson before he looses consciousness. What... wha... uhh... Before calling it off for the intermission, I place his unconscious body back in his lab. It is quite a while before he wakes up.
Wilson decided that these terrible... Grid hangovers... or whatever you'd like to call them, were nowhere near the level of pure enjoyment that something like, say, a swift kick to the head would bring. It was quite creepy as well. Waking up, blind and deaf in a completely black void. Nothing responds. You're just left to sit in the complete darkness or bumble around blindly.
I get up from my computer and stretch briefly...And then test the Hard-Light Disruptor-Projector schematic I've been working on.
*vworp*
*vhoosh*
...Hmmm. Need to tweak the secondary refraction lenses.
*testing of stuff continues*
==In-Game==
So. We've beat back Binary...But we need to get rid of him in real life. And Build is fleeing here...I find this...disconcerting, to say the least. We need to organize something.
Sadly, it seems that the contract has expired. In a bit, we shall be up in arms again. However, now let us just relax for a bit.
She gets out of her armor and is wearing something-like a T-shirt. You can see that she also has beautiful body. However, this is too much. How can one person be so lucky? You begin to suspect that Lothyra's hiding something from you...
She heads to the Anti-Godmodder Base, teraports a desktop computer, and starts playing a video game. Bender decides to go afk.
Metronome && Cristofori Essence (inventor of the piano) && Every Piano ever && Lesser Piano Key Elemental = The Pianoforte (Level 7: 8/8) OK.
The Dragon Ender && The Gunslinger && The Short Circuit = The Quick Draw (Level 8: 5/9)
Hrm, last one didn't work...First, I duplicate a Caledfwlch again. Safe and sound...
I figure out how to soulbind with my now far more free time, and Soulbind myself to the Oblivion's Topper, Ranchia, the Golden Globe, and the duplicated Caledfwlch. I doubt this will increase/decrease the Oblivion Topper's recharge rate or effectiveness, of course. That's stupid. But I've done it. After that, I decide to just sit back and take a breather. If anyone has any questions about myself before I start telling my summary story, then go ahead. I think I'll be finished with the story in a few paragraphs, though, honestly.
I won't post again until Intermission 3 actually starts unless questions are asked, and this will be the only post to forward the alchemies. The rest will effectively be null.
No normal posts are supposed to made during this break, or during the Intermission, for that matter. I'm going to ask that you all edit these posts and remove them.
((twin, you saw my response in the PM, right? I'd like to try and make sure we're on the same page there with that, because it is sort of critical to pretty much everything I'm going to be doing after this game.))
Also, I'm afraid I've got a whole lotta info dump that needs doing during Intermission 3, and I might not be able to get it all done in time, so just in case, I'm going to start it now so that I'm less likely to have to cut it too short.
He wandered the flames of the broken building.
The greatest civilization ever known, in ruins.
Less than ruins.
All destroyed by one, single being.
The screams of the dying had been replaced by the silence of the dead.
Mostly.
Occasionally it found a new victim.
And every time he did, Eric lost another friend.
What...
The fires of what was left of the IUPC base raged.
Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad...
Had this slaughter not taken place during the first gathering of the IUPC.
It was a temporal weak point, one could theoretically remove the IUPC from the timeline by killing those who met here.
So the IUPC had set up an alarm system, anyone ever tried that, they'd have the entire IUPC down on their heads.
From all points in time.
And they'd still lost.
Wait a minute...
Somehow, this individual had completely and utterly destroyed the IUPC.
Eric turned the corner, there was nothing left to do now but try to escape.
There.
There he was standing.
Standing over Lorien's corpse.
This...
Were it not for everyone else he had lost today Eric's soul would have been crushed once more.
Shaded, obscured by the flames, almost nothing could be made out.
Nothing but his figure.
This is a dream.
One that had been extremely familiar to him in decades past.
That of a Minecraftian.
This is a dream!
There was no one else it could be.
THIS IS A DREAM!
The figure turned, and suddenly a wave of energy rushes outwards...
THISISADREAMTHISISADREAMTHISISADREAMTHIS
ISADREAM!!!!!!
Eric sat bolt upright.
The nightmare. Again.
At least it hadn't been either of the paradox dreams.
He looked around his small cabin.
The Preston Cole wasn't uncomfortable, but it got... boring after a while.
There was only so many times you could listen to your playlist through before it began to get old.
At least talking with the others was interesting.
Eric got up.
He really didn't want to go back to sleep right now.
As he made his way towards the observation deck, he pondered the situation.
The last contact that had been made was when maniac somehow pierced piono's blocks to send out a message.
Eric had been half asleep at the time, and hadn't remembered to send a request for a stronger signal until the call had been blocked again.
He didn't know how piono was doing it.
pesterchum didn't work anymore, and somehow he'd disabled the Godcraft connection, because Jason had been unable to use Minecraft for quite some time.
And now the bugs were loose in Godcraft...
Just three more days...
But how long would three days on the Preston Cole be for Godcraft?
Eric reached the observation deck...
He looked up.
The star-scape of the deep void was incredible.
No universe had a better view anywhere.
The universes laid out in the most amazing patterns.
Mostly.
An entire chunk of the sky was full of... how to say... glitchiness.
It was disconcerting, as if the multiverse itself had lost the image files for the center of the Trifecta.
None of the Preston Cole's crew came up here anymore as a result.
Perhaps the Glitch had already been dispelled, it would take a little while for the Preston Cole to discover this.
Even in the void, light is still pretty slow.
Eric laid on his back, and looked up at the sky.
He began humming to himself...
These streets are yours, you can keep them...
I don't wa-a-a-a-ant them.
They pull me back, and I surre-ender.
To the me-mo-ries I run from.
((Erelye, serpent, this is your cue for one of your characters to come up and find Eric))
Well, then. I assume it is my cue, Piono. Unless Serpent magically appearifies herself.
Very true.
I stride out of the shadows, clearly preoccupied with something else. It is not actually evident whether the statement was a response to Eric, or some internal debate. Regardless, I briefly look at Eric, and proceed to stare up, into the infinity of the multiverse. There is beauty in things of great horror, and vice versa. Even this glitch makes things slightly more important. I continue staring into the depths.
It is coming, isn't it? Our arrival. However, I doubt there will be as large of an opposition as when we left, or at least when I did.
The bounds of infinity. And, of course, the Gods of the Furthest Ring. They know of our approach, and how we shall pass their universe, an inverse reality of the true realms beyond eternity.
There is an end in sight, I assure you. Whether or not we will survive to see it is the question.
Meanwhile, Astria was sitting in a cabin when she heard a strange... humming. She slowly opened the door of Eric's cabin.
ummm... eric? is everything /\lright?
Elsewhere, a red shard expands and flashes. It has been forgotten. But it has benefited. If the players ignore it a little longer, it will soon be powerful enough to breach a hole in reality. And then all hell will go down.
And yet elsewhere, a girl called Serpent glares angrily to a Godmodder. A Godmodder far older than any she has known. A Godmodder who was referred to as Psi. Serpent is tired as being played for a pawn. Her whole life has been orchestrated by a cueball, used by a Godmodder, orchestrated by a cherub and manipul8ed by an AI. Is it too much to ask to be relevant, not just some pawn for greater masters? This is what she asks this Godmodder. For her own part in history, to stop being a pawn.
We'll come back to her later.
And yet elsewhere, the avatar of Serpent feels an odd sensation as she stands near the Chaos Shard. Her body begins to split, threefold. She screams in agony, and is ripped apart. One piece of her, a Trickster one, is torn out of GodCraft and lands in the TVTropes session (remember that, Piono?). The grimdark side of her is sent to an unknown location. Happiness and sadness, both torn away. Left on the ground is the leftovers, a Minecraft avatar staring up into space, wide-eyed and staring.
She needs her missing halves back.
And far away, in another universe, we meet a figure with crow's wings, pale skin, a long, black hoodie, jester garb, tentacles, a cat's tail, and a flashing monochrome English robe. And yet he could hardly be 17. He removes his glasses and polishes them, then replaces them and stares at his Viewer Terminal.
Impossible. They... they did it.
Hey, Build. I know you're watching me. I would like to give you a few words.
Nice job on beating Binary. But there's things out there that you should be wary of. As you well know, GodCraft's war has left large parts of the multiverse in disarray.
Watch out for anything bearing the name "Thr33".
Beware the Maw.
Seek the Keystone.
And one more thing.
It might not be my name. I don't really have one anymore. But I do have a nickname.
In a Barren red wasteland where nothing but Cyber Pillars, Cyber bridges, Maze Souls, and Maze Bombers populate the area, PARANOiA (The blocklander) glances at the towering TURRET TOWER, a giant tower shaped as a functioning sentry turret. He then teleports to the top of the tower, where a altar and spell circle awaits. PARANOiA Throws in a redstone block, a eye of ender, and some ender pearls into the altar, and the altar glows with power. The spell circle color changes to a purple-red gradient.
Blue walks into the bridge of HMAS Victor. She turns to the captain.
Set course for Godcraft, Captain.
-Two Weeks Ago-
The detective appears in the medical wing, looks up at the hole in the ceiling, and quietly enters Blue's room. She is sitting on the end of the bed, looking right at him. She is holding Ultramarine in her right hand, and pointing it downwards.
Hello, detective. I've been expecting you. ...I'm not a detective anymore. Alright, James. I have my suspicions, but tell me why you're here. It's a long story... I'll try to keep it brief.
To be continued on Saturday...
Also, Twin, very nice. Oh, and Blue would like a few words with you about your complaints.
Phew. Now that that's over, i need to talk to my queen. If you 'scuse me.
- Over at The Queen -
My dear royal regent. I see you are in one piece. I hope your stay has not been boring.
"..."
I see you haven't lost your sense of humor as well.
"..."
I know. We can't wait much longer. But we have to follow the rules of this "game". Once it's over, we will be home again. And i will not stand for it that we now lose.
Amperzand: Appear back on Godcraft in the middle of a Plains Biome, somehow still unruined by the war...
I request a dropship extraction, then begin walking to the LZ Redeyes decided upon, my footprints filled with ashes, the horizon strangely peaceful, in contrast to the normal omnipresence of mushroom clouds...
An unlucky rabbit bounces around me for a while, then stumbles, falling into the rapidly browning tall grass with a pained squeak...
Redeyes: Set my Heavy Dropship down on a hilltop, then open the loading ramp, looking out at a huge expanse of strangely patterned gray ash, something verminous dying in the middle distance, kicking up a cloud of thin strips...
Amperzand trudges up to the ship, armor producing an unpleasant cacophony of ruinous machinery, and climbs into the hold, unspeaking.
I sit back in the Pilot's seat, and am preparing for takeoff when he staggers into the cockpit devoid of his armor, then falls into the other chair, withered as thin as an old, old man, his pilot's undersuit in rags, showing the tattered flesh beneath...
"You, ah, you were wounded, I see?"
Third time he's been out of armor in this war, something bad must have happened...
"Binary's dead. Tell the mechanical staff back home to get ready, Demimech's screwed."
Sounds so weak, as old as he looks...
"I... I see. And you? You are in hardly better conditi-"
Unconscious... Mein Gott, whatever they did out there...
"H3, have a full medical team and some engineers in Class Eight hazard suits waiting in Hangar Thirty."
"C3rt4inly! Why?"
"You shall see, I think."
I specified quite clearly that no storyposts were to be made until Saturday. You guys really aren't supposed to be posting here. PLEASE save all further storyposts for Saturday. Also, piono, I don't know what PM you're referring to. You should probably send it again so it's bumped up to the top of my inbox.
Twin, I was making my posts start here because Eric's back-story is rather long, and I'm a little worried about finishing it on time, especially since I'm on a tight schedule with posting (as I only get a bit more than an hour of time a day, sometimes more, but I spend almost all my time working on updates on tvtropes right now because we're in the middle of some heated segments) even without taking into account homework and not being able to post on Sundays. I really think that a week might not be enough for getting everything through like I need it to. I have some plans for Hank's interactions with the others in Godcraft (particularly engie) but as per your request, since those aren't essential to deal with as soon as possible, I'm not going to start on that until Saturday.
If you still wish for me to wait, I will, but I'm going to make one last story post right now.
Eric looks over at Kalare, slightly surprised. He doesn't startle, as he's gotten used to Kalare doing that by now. Our arrival? I suppose you could put it that way. Almost an ironic refrain... But an end... less resistance? My friend, although I hope you are right... I highly doubt it. The last Jason saw was that Binary and his posse had just invaded Godcraft, I'm fairly certain they won't be successful, but if the Glitch hasn't dispersed by the time we get there... No matter what we do now, the descent into madness has only just begun. I know its your job to be the pessimist, but time is in flux... Even if there was an ending in sight, Well. That ending might not exist anymore by the time we arrive.
Eric stares up at the tear in reality.
It is disturbing, but almost poetic when one considers the situation. I don't know if any of us will survive Kalare. But I will make darned sure that anyone who kills one of you will not live to regret it.
Belowdecks,
Astria discovers Eric's cabin empty.
He's probably up on the observation deck, staring off at the Trifecta again.
He's been doing that a lot lately.
I specified quite clearly that no storyposts were to be made until Saturday. You guys really aren't supposed to be posting here. PLEASE[/b] save all further storyposts for Saturday. Also, piono, I don't know what PM you're referring to. You should probably send it again so it's bumped up to the top of my inbox.
My full storypost will be complete right around Saturday or so. I just want to get the post over with now so I don't have to do It over the weekend.
That's a pretty good screenshot fake. Few tips though. The Godmodder is a tyrant less an arm AND an eye, and he also has a cape. Besides that the AlchMeeMiter makes blue versions of SBaHJ versions of alchemies. :themoreyouknow: But yeah, the Anachron tour sounds interesting.
Alright, on second thought, I made a big mistake. What I said to Erelye was wrong, and I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of it when I gave him the okay to make his storypost at 12:01. Although it technically is Saturday, the Intermission officially starts when I make a storypost commemorating it. That's how it's been for every single Act and Intermission so far. (At least, every one that was officially numbered. Act 1 and Intermission 1 are exempt from this.) So, technically, the three storyposts above me aren't in Intermission 3.
I'll let them stay for now, but when I make the actual Intermission 3 post, I'd prefer if you deleted them and reposted them. If anything else, do it for continuity's sake.
For heavens' sake twin! None of the story posts that have been made so far would be affected by anything short of Godcraft exploding, and even then, not the ones I made! Anyone reading the game will know that those posts are meant for intermission 3, and anyone reading the comic will know when they're supposed to be because you're smart enough to put them intermission 3 where they belong!
At this point it isn't worth anyone's time to repost the story-posts just so long as everyone waits for you to make your opening post before continuing what's been started!
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I'm sorry. I just decided to FOLLOW THROUGH with what Twin said, when he said it. In all honesty, it would be wiser if you were to remove that particular one, unless you wish for me to accommodate with my re-posting. I can do that, if you want.
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twinGuardians [TG] began pestering godCrafted [GC].
TG: Hello again! GC: Ugh. You again? What do you want from me this time? TG: Oh, I'm just checking in to see how you're doing. You know, contacting my players. GC: Is that so? I thought you were supposed to be orbiting Earth or something. TG: Man, you've got to read your own game! TG: Didn't you read the End of Act 3 at all? I pulled a Doc Scratch and shot into space! TG: Now I'm just flying through the universe at speeds slightly faster than light. GC: I was asleep for most of that, Green Hoodie. And you know it. GC: After the Glitch was wiped out and I got caught in the middle of it, I've had these splitting headaches. TG: Really? Interesting. GC: It's just headaches, that's all. Don't really see what's interesting about that. Wait. Why'd you "pull a Doc Scratch"? TG: Oh, I put on my cool shades and said "Suckers" to Earth. Basically, I insulted the entire human race. Barring the players, of course. GC: But not barring me? TG: Nope! GC: Ouch. What an insult. Horribly offended over here. GC: So why are you really talking to me? I think we both know you've got your own ulterior motive over here. TG: Fine. I guess you deserve to know that your headaches aren't just headaches. GC: What? I didn't tell you to speak in riddles, Green Hoodie! I want ANSWERS! TG: Oh, you'll get them. And lots. But only when you go to sleep again. TG: I know that seems pretty cliche, but hey, at least I didn't tell you "you'll find out when you wake up", right? TG: Anyway, if that's all you wanted to know, I guess I'm-- GC: Wait. I want you to tell me something else, too. GC: Why are you flying around in the never-ending, icy cold, soul-sucking darkness of space? TG: To get away from Project Binary, obviously. GC: Heh. That's cute. No, I mean why you're really flying around in the icy cold whatever of space. Didn't I just say that you've always got an ulterior motive to everything? TG: You know me too well, huh. GC: Apparently. TG: Well, after I escape Universe B, I'm going to have to travel through the Void, without any Fourth Wall shenanigans, and enter Universe C. GC: You're coming back to GodCraft? TG: Yep. As far as I can tell, the players are going to need me to take you out. TG: No hard feelings. GC: Of course not. So when can I expect you? TG: Oh, you'll know. It will be the most epic time possible. Because, you know, Rule of Cool and all. GC: I honestly don't know what I expected, but whatever. So I guess I should be going to sleep at this point? TG: Yep! I promise everything will make more sense then. GC: Well, alright then... GC: I'll see you around, Green Hoodie. TG: Definitely.
Alright erelye, NOW post Kalare's continuation of the conversation.
Sorry about getting mad, I just deleted the post, probably easier that way anyways since it was sort of a poorly put-together thing, I made that post fairly late last night.
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I understand. And, as always, amazing work, Twin.
I fidelum. The darkness is tangible. Or, it shall be, soon. Regardless, this shall be a welcome reprieve from the constant violence prevalent in this server.
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I continue to stare into the deep void, not bringing my head down as I speak.
Will that serve to mollify? Depending on the circumstances and emotional state of the survivors, perchance? Or perhaps it won't do anything positive whatsoever. But, I digress. There is no point in arguing over things as fatuous as this.
Whatever occurs will conform to the whims of paradox space, whether that involves the death of billions, hundreds, or none at all. I don't think it matters. Death is inevitable. And, anyhow. It is quite evident that there is essentially nothing new in existence, and that there are innumerable timelines in which everything in reality has expired, falling into oblivion. People would say that victory, in this case, is the only decider of occurrences.
I continue to stare at the rifts, intently staring at the void.
Perhaps it is the prodigious ability of my mythological role which allows me to comprehend the Mind. I may not know much on this subject.
I look back down, turning to face Eric, my glasses shining slightly in the glow of the universe above.
But I do know victory doesn't matter in a reality where all else is doomed to fail.
I stand, still looking at Eric, the pale light accentuating the dark shadows underneath my eyes.
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GodCraft, 01:01
The Minecraft avatar of an instance of me around four or so months in the future temporally (relative to the trip upon the Preston Cole), otherwise referred to as current me, observes GodCraft. It appears as if everything is relatively stable at this point. Now, I think it is time to attempt to test the fruits of the revelation I achieved during the whole debacle. Hah. I flash-step before the monolithic gates of Grayhold Citadel. The violet dome around it appears to have dissipated, at least to the eye. The defenses, however, are still alert, I assure you. As are my wards. I enter the fortress, and head through the maze-like bookshelves, with the occasional door or open Essentia tube system, walking up and down several staircases on the way, to a particular door, lined with a thin trim of Thaumium, and composed of Greatwood. I push open said door, and carefully seal it behind me. I am now within the dim study, the only light coming from the dim phosphorescent ink pool in the very center. I stride over to the table containing various dark oracles, a Pyramidion, the Voidviewer, and a Transparent Magic Cueball, and grab the recently-infused Sinister Lodestone. As an afterthought, I grab the Transparent Magic Cueball, and mutter a question to it. Peering at the answer and/or orchid static, my face remains expressionless. I proceed to place the Lodestone in my inventory, and step before the pool of ink contained within the meter-tall circle of stone bricks. My hands come to rest on the bricks as I look into the pool. I do so without any intent of seeing anything; the ink remains relatively inert. Instead, I perform the regular spells for checking for life-forces, keeping the range to within the Battlefield and Grayhold. There it is once more. That one entity, with the slightly mechanical scent to it. Carbon nanotubes... various neural implants... utterly ridiculous, I believe. No matter. That has been there since the Massive Battle of Armies, so it is no cause for concern, yet. Anyhow, it only reveals a truth of existence: physical beauty is nothing. Hah.
Ve i parma, himyi nirmë.
Lovely; another fabrication of my mind intent on pestering me incessantly.
Then, I walk over to the area in the study designated for thaumic research. I examine the table upon which my research is usually conducted. This is the one room I neglect to clean, likely because I am the only living being allowed in here. I stare at the most prominent-looking thing on the table, the Helsilver arm Amp gifted me, currently attached to both a copper and a zinc clasp, each one itself attached to a wire. Both of the wires lead to an object composed of reinforced glass and Voidmetal, (quite clearly, there is a vacuum within the object) containing what appears to be electromagnets, a small amount of antimatter fused with Cormer Shemotesh, and a Vis Relay. I carefully lift the two objects off the table, and move them to another. That thing is extremely dangerous. Afterwards, I promptly brush the other things off the table, and sit down. Grabbing my quill and pulling a stack of books (the Parma i Istarion, a self-translated copy of Crimson Rites, and the Thaumonomicon) over to the Greatwood desk telekinetically, I begin my fifth research session on this particular subject since the beginning of the Arrival. There must be a method, unless my visions were false. My laborious thaumaturgical research on this unspecified topic continues for several hours, uninterrupted. During this session, I absentmindedly grab the Eldritch Eye on the shelf next to me, placing it next to a very complex and detailed-looking bit of research. Perhaps it is the key. Regardless, I continue to theorize for several hours.
This is absurdly complex.
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At around the same time, an elf sits at his computer in a common room upon a meteor imbedded in a land within a session of The Game specifically designated for V2. That elf is, of course, me. I stare at the computer screen, attempting to solve this INFERNAL RESEARCH PUZZLE, for the FIFTH TIME in three hours, not counting the amount of times I've had to exit the GUI and refill my Scribing Tools. I mean, in all seriousness, Tutamen, Vitreus, Alienis, and Desidia have nothing in common. Well, that's not entirely true. Tutamen is composed of Terra, as is Vitreus. It's the Alienis and Desidia that get me, I suppose. With a stoic look upon my face, I watch as I realize that I have messed the connection up once more. I discard the research, get a new one from my Thaumonomicon, and tab out to the desktop. I swiftly remove myself from the room, swiftly striding down to my room of personal occupation, ignoring the entirety of the meteor lab around me, and the surprised looks of the others within the room, as well as their shouts. When I enter the room, I close the door behind myself, and check to ascertain whether or not the Hazel Wand has finished receiving Vis. It has not, apparently. As such, I grab my laptop, and re-enter Minecraft, once again finding myself to face that INFERNAL RESEARCH. I swear, this thing is likely relatively simplistic, despite my woes with it. I silently fume as I continue to attempt the thaumic research, not noting that my laptop is running out of battery rather swiftly. How prodigious.
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Eric shakes his head. It never ceases to amaze me how well versed in reality can become without truly understanding any of it. My friend, we left the realms of Paradox Space less than two days after we left the fourth wall. And we will not re-enter more than the aura of effect that it exudes on the Trifecta on our way back to Godcraft. Doomed timelines have nothing to do with anything anymore. The alpha timeline itself has been derailed. I suppose that since you don't know enough of these things yet... When you go back to deal with whatever you and your friends in your home session... You must tread lightly. Your destiny is no longer set. Paradox Space can no longer right the wrongs you might make. In short, any mistakes you make stay made, regardless of what happens afterwards. No alternate timelines. No do-overs. Game over. I learned that the hard way.
Eric stares off at the Trifecta again.
A single tear rolls down his cheek.
Wait, isn't the DNA sequencing done? I'd better get back to the station.
Hey, why should I care about the station?
Because you'll be able to blackmail Midna about knowing everything biological about her.
Oh. Just as good a reason as any. Heheheheheheh.
Fortunately, Midna isn't around to hear this quite... worrying comment.
Bender, are you up for a spaceship ride?
She checks her arm-mounted PDA.
We are fortunate. The launch window to travel to the station without performing lengthy orbital rendezvous maneuvers opens in just a couple of minutes.
She quickly uses the rocket engine on her armor to travel to the Anti-Godmodder Base, where a small spaceplane (that looks like the Delta from Orbiter) lies on the ground. She and Bender get in.
Let's check the time we have left... 30 seconds!? Oh god.
She then frantically starts pressing buttons on the control panels.
Fus10n 3ng1n3s 0p3rat10na1. 1n1t1ate Launch Pr0c3dur3s.
Hey, why are we in such a hurry?
Because orbital mechanics stuff!
Meh. In my 'verse, we just point our spaceships to where we want to go, and thrust constantly until we get there.
WELL IT SEEMS THAT YOUR UNIVERSE'S LAWS OF PHYSICS GOT KICKED IN THE NUTS WHEN YOU INCREASED THE SPEED OF LIGHT! NOW SHUT UP!
With five seconds remaining on the clock, the spaceship tilts up with its landing gear, ready to launch. At t-0, the engines, which previously were glowing green and humming ignite, and the ship rockets out of the sky.
That was close. The closest I've ever experienced, in fact. 2 K1l0m3t3rs. 5 K1l0m3t3rs.
This may take a couple of minutes. Unlike in your nut-kicked universe. There, spaceships fly up instantly.
STOP INSULTING MY UNIVERSE! 10 K1l0m3t3rs. 15 K1l0m3t3rs.
I'll just sit back.
The spaceship is now in orbit around Minecraftia. A gorgeous bank of clouds swirls below. Right ahead lies a metal sphere that Lothyra claims has a radius of 100 meters.
If you think this took awhile, you should see how long the ground-to-orbit trip takes without fusion engines.
Sucks to be you, with your "realism" and "laws of physics".
What do you think? Am I recognizable?
...do I know you? Guards, take this person away!
Hilarious.
Blue and Red walk into a small hangar, with one small spaceship in it.
Stay safe, Red, and join me as soon as you can.
Will do.
Blue climbs into the spaceship, waits for Red to leave, and opens the hangar doors.
Alright, autopilot. Take me to Godcraft. Avoid all optimal warp points until we leave the galaxy.
-Two Weeks Ago-
The detective appears in the medical wing, looks up at the hole in the ceiling, and quietly enters Blue's room. She is sitting on the end of the bed, looking right at him. She is holding Ultramarine in her right hand, and pointing it downwards.
Hello, detective. I've been expecting you.
...I'm not a detective anymore.
Alright, James. I have my suspicions, but tell me why you're here.
It's a long story... I'll try to keep it brief.
To be continued on Saturday...
Also, Twin, very nice. Oh, and Blue would like a few words with you about your complaints.
- Over at The Queen -
My dear royal regent. I see you are in one piece. I hope your stay has not been boring.
"..."
I see you haven't lost your sense of humor as well.
"..."
I know. We can't wait much longer. But we have to follow the rules of this "game". Once it's over, we will be home again. And i will not stand for it that we now lose.
"..."
Thank you your majesty.
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
I request a dropship extraction, then begin walking to the LZ Redeyes decided upon, my footprints filled with ashes, the horizon strangely peaceful, in contrast to the normal omnipresence of mushroom clouds...
An unlucky rabbit bounces around me for a while, then stumbles, falling into the rapidly browning tall grass with a pained squeak...
Redeyes: Set my Heavy Dropship down on a hilltop, then open the loading ramp, looking out at a huge expanse of strangely patterned gray ash, something verminous dying in the middle distance, kicking up a cloud of thin strips...
Amperzand trudges up to the ship, armor producing an unpleasant cacophony of ruinous machinery, and climbs into the hold, unspeaking.
I sit back in the Pilot's seat, and am preparing for takeoff when he staggers into the cockpit devoid of his armor, then falls into the other chair, withered as thin as an old, old man, his pilot's undersuit in rags, showing the tattered flesh beneath...
"You, ah, you were wounded, I see?"
Third time he's been out of armor in this war, something bad must have happened...
"Binary's dead. Tell the mechanical staff back home to get ready, Demimech's screwed."
Sounds so weak, as old as he looks...
"I... I see. And you? You are in hardly better conditi-"
Unconscious... Mein Gott, whatever they did out there...
"H3, have a full medical team and some engineers in Class Eight hazard suits waiting in Hangar Thirty."
"C3rt4inly! Why?"
"You shall see, I think."
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Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
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No normal posts are supposed to made during this break, or during the Intermission, for that matter. I'm going to ask that you all edit these posts and remove them.
I specified quite clearly that no storyposts were to be made until Saturday. You guys really aren't supposed to be posting here. PLEASE save all further storyposts for Saturday. Also, piono, I don't know what PM you're referring to. You should probably send it again so it's bumped up to the top of my inbox.
If you still wish for me to wait, I will, but I'm going to make one last story post right now.
Eric looks over at Kalare, slightly surprised. He doesn't startle, as he's gotten used to Kalare doing that by now.
Our arrival? I suppose you could put it that way.
Almost an ironic refrain...
But an end... less resistance?
My friend, although I hope you are right...
I highly doubt it.
The last Jason saw was that Binary and his posse had just invaded Godcraft,
I'm fairly certain they won't be successful, but if the Glitch hasn't dispersed by the time we get there...
No matter what we do now, the descent into madness has only just begun.
I know its your job to be the pessimist, but time is in flux...
Even if there was an ending in sight,
Well. That ending might not exist anymore by the time we arrive.
Eric stares up at the tear in reality.
It is disturbing, but almost poetic when one considers the situation.
I don't know if any of us will survive Kalare.
But I will make darned sure that anyone who kills one of you will not live to regret it.
Belowdecks,
Astria discovers Eric's cabin empty.
He's probably up on the observation deck, staring off at the Trifecta again.
He's been doing that a lot lately.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
My full storypost will be complete right around Saturday or so. I just want to get the post over with now so I don't have to do It over the weekend.
I'll be making my great escape now!
/Iassumenullpostingisunnecessary?!
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Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
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Alright, on second thought, I made a big mistake. What I said to Erelye was wrong, and I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of it when I gave him the okay to make his storypost at 12:01. Although it technically is Saturday, the Intermission officially starts when I make a storypost commemorating it. That's how it's been for every single Act and Intermission so far. (At least, every one that was officially numbered. Act 1 and Intermission 1 are exempt from this.) So, technically, the three storyposts above me aren't in Intermission 3.I'll let them stay for now, but when I make the actual Intermission 3 post, I'd prefer if you deleted them and reposted them. If anything else, do it for continuity's sake.Sorry for the inconvenience.At this point it isn't worth anyone's time to repost the story-posts just so long as everyone waits for you to make your opening post before continuing what's been started!
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
twinGuardians [TG] began pestering godCrafted [GC].
TG: Hello again!
GC: Ugh. You again? What do you want from me this time?
TG: Oh, I'm just checking in to see how you're doing. You know, contacting my players.
GC: Is that so? I thought you were supposed to be orbiting Earth or something.
TG: Man, you've got to read your own game!
TG: Didn't you read the End of Act 3 at all? I pulled a Doc Scratch and shot into space!
TG: Now I'm just flying through the universe at speeds slightly faster than light.
GC: I was asleep for most of that, Green Hoodie. And you know it.
GC: After the Glitch was wiped out and I got caught in the middle of it, I've had these splitting headaches.
TG: Really? Interesting.
GC: It's just headaches, that's all. Don't really see what's interesting about that. Wait. Why'd you "pull a Doc Scratch"?
TG: Oh, I put on my cool shades and said "Suckers" to Earth. Basically, I insulted the entire human race. Barring the players, of course.
GC: But not barring me?
TG: Nope!
GC: Ouch. What an insult. Horribly offended over here.
GC: So why are you really talking to me? I think we both know you've got your own ulterior motive over here.
TG: Fine. I guess you deserve to know that your headaches aren't just headaches.
GC: What? I didn't tell you to speak in riddles, Green Hoodie! I want ANSWERS!
TG: Oh, you'll get them. And lots. But only when you go to sleep again.
TG: I know that seems pretty cliche, but hey, at least I didn't tell you "you'll find out when you wake up", right?
TG: Anyway, if that's all you wanted to know, I guess I'm--
GC: Wait. I want you to tell me something else, too.
GC: Why are you flying around in the never-ending, icy cold, soul-sucking darkness of space?
TG: To get away from Project Binary, obviously.
GC: Heh. That's cute. No, I mean why you're really flying around in the icy cold whatever of space. Didn't I just say that you've always got an ulterior motive to everything?
TG: You know me too well, huh.
GC: Apparently.
TG: Well, after I escape Universe B, I'm going to have to travel through the Void, without any Fourth Wall shenanigans, and enter Universe C.
GC: You're coming back to GodCraft?
TG: Yep. As far as I can tell, the players are going to need me to take you out.
TG: No hard feelings.
GC: Of course not. So when can I expect you?
TG: Oh, you'll know. It will be the most epic time possible. Because, you know, Rule of Cool and all.
GC: I honestly don't know what I expected, but whatever. So I guess I should be going to sleep at this point?
TG: Yep! I promise everything will make more sense then.
GC: Well, alright then...
GC: I'll see you around, Green Hoodie.
TG: Definitely.
twinGuardians [TG] ceased pestering godCrafted [GC].
The Intermission has begun. NOW go ahead and do whatever you want.
Sorry about getting mad, I just deleted the post, probably easier that way anyways since it was sort of a poorly put-together thing, I made that post fairly late last night.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I fidelum. The darkness is tangible. Or, it shall be, soon. Regardless, this shall be a welcome reprieve from the constant violence prevalent in this server.
—
I continue to stare into the deep void, not bringing my head down as I speak.
Will that serve to mollify? Depending on the circumstances and emotional state of the survivors, perchance? Or perhaps it won't do anything positive whatsoever. But, I digress. There is no point in arguing over things as fatuous as this.
Whatever occurs will conform to the whims of paradox space, whether that involves the death of billions, hundreds, or none at all. I don't think it matters. Death is inevitable. And, anyhow. It is quite evident that there is essentially nothing new in existence, and that there are innumerable timelines in which everything in reality has expired, falling into oblivion. People would say that victory, in this case, is the only decider of occurrences.
I continue to stare at the rifts, intently staring at the void.
Perhaps it is the prodigious ability of my mythological role which allows me to comprehend the Mind. I may not know much on this subject.
I look back down, turning to face Eric, my glasses shining slightly in the glow of the universe above.
But I do know victory doesn't matter in a reality where all else is doomed to fail.
I stand, still looking at Eric, the pale light accentuating the dark shadows underneath my eyes.
—
GodCraft, 01:01
The Minecraft avatar of an instance of me around four or so months in the future temporally (relative to the trip upon the Preston Cole), otherwise referred to as current me, observes GodCraft. It appears as if everything is relatively stable at this point. Now, I think it is time to attempt to test the fruits of the revelation I achieved during the whole debacle. Hah. I flash-step before the monolithic gates of Grayhold Citadel. The violet dome around it appears to have dissipated, at least to the eye. The defenses, however, are still alert, I assure you. As are my wards. I enter the fortress, and head through the maze-like bookshelves, with the occasional door or open Essentia tube system, walking up and down several staircases on the way, to a particular door, lined with a thin trim of Thaumium, and composed of Greatwood. I push open said door, and carefully seal it behind me. I am now within the dim study, the only light coming from the dim phosphorescent ink pool in the very center. I stride over to the table containing various dark oracles, a Pyramidion, the Voidviewer, and a Transparent Magic Cueball, and grab the recently-infused Sinister Lodestone. As an afterthought, I grab the Transparent Magic Cueball, and mutter a question to it. Peering at the answer and/or orchid static, my face remains expressionless. I proceed to place the Lodestone in my inventory, and step before the pool of ink contained within the meter-tall circle of stone bricks. My hands come to rest on the bricks as I look into the pool. I do so without any intent of seeing anything; the ink remains relatively inert. Instead, I perform the regular spells for checking for life-forces, keeping the range to within the Battlefield and Grayhold. There it is once more. That one entity, with the slightly mechanical scent to it. Carbon nanotubes... various neural implants... utterly ridiculous, I believe. No matter. That has been there since the Massive Battle of Armies, so it is no cause for concern, yet. Anyhow, it only reveals a truth of existence: physical beauty is nothing. Hah.
Ve i parma, himyi nirmë.
Lovely; another fabrication of my mind intent on pestering me incessantly.
Then, I walk over to the area in the study designated for thaumic research. I examine the table upon which my research is usually conducted. This is the one room I neglect to clean, likely because I am the only living being allowed in here. I stare at the most prominent-looking thing on the table, the Helsilver arm Amp gifted me, currently attached to both a copper and a zinc clasp, each one itself attached to a wire. Both of the wires lead to an object composed of reinforced glass and Voidmetal, (quite clearly, there is a vacuum within the object) containing what appears to be electromagnets, a small amount of antimatter fused with Cormer Shemotesh, and a Vis Relay. I carefully lift the two objects off the table, and move them to another. That thing is extremely dangerous. Afterwards, I promptly brush the other things off the table, and sit down. Grabbing my quill and pulling a stack of books (the Parma i Istarion, a self-translated copy of Crimson Rites, and the Thaumonomicon) over to the Greatwood desk telekinetically, I begin my fifth research session on this particular subject since the beginning of the Arrival. There must be a method, unless my visions were false. My laborious thaumaturgical research on this unspecified topic continues for several hours, uninterrupted. During this session, I absentmindedly grab the Eldritch Eye on the shelf next to me, placing it next to a very complex and detailed-looking bit of research. Perhaps it is the key. Regardless, I continue to theorize for several hours.
This is absurdly complex.
—
At around the same time, an elf sits at his computer in a common room upon a meteor imbedded in a land within a session of The Game specifically designated for V2. That elf is, of course, me. I stare at the computer screen, attempting to solve this INFERNAL RESEARCH PUZZLE, for the FIFTH TIME in three hours, not counting the amount of times I've had to exit the GUI and refill my Scribing Tools. I mean, in all seriousness, Tutamen, Vitreus, Alienis, and Desidia have nothing in common. Well, that's not entirely true. Tutamen is composed of Terra, as is Vitreus. It's the Alienis and Desidia that get me, I suppose. With a stoic look upon my face, I watch as I realize that I have messed the connection up once more. I discard the research, get a new one from my Thaumonomicon, and tab out to the desktop. I swiftly remove myself from the room, swiftly striding down to my room of personal occupation, ignoring the entirety of the meteor lab around me, and the surprised looks of the others within the room, as well as their shouts. When I enter the room, I close the door behind myself, and check to ascertain whether or not the Hazel Wand has finished receiving Vis. It has not, apparently. As such, I grab my laptop, and re-enter Minecraft, once again finding myself to face that INFERNAL RESEARCH. I swear, this thing is likely relatively simplistic, despite my woes with it. I silently fume as I continue to attempt the thaumic research, not noting that my laptop is running out of battery rather swiftly. How prodigious.
It never ceases to amaze me how well versed in reality can become without truly understanding any of it.
My friend, we left the realms of Paradox Space less than two days after we left the fourth wall.
And we will not re-enter more than the aura of effect that it exudes on the Trifecta on our way back to Godcraft.
Doomed timelines have nothing to do with anything anymore.
The alpha timeline itself has been derailed.
I suppose that since you don't know enough of these things yet...
When you go back to deal with whatever you and your friends in your home session...
You must tread lightly.
Your destiny is no longer set.
Paradox Space can no longer right the wrongs you might make.
In short, any mistakes you make stay made, regardless of what happens afterwards.
No alternate timelines.
No do-overs.
Game over.
I learned that the hard way.
Eric stares off at the Trifecta again.
A single tear rolls down his cheek.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Hey, why should I care about the station?
Because you'll be able to blackmail Midna about knowing everything biological about her.
Oh. Just as good a reason as any. Heheheheheheh.
Fortunately, Midna isn't around to hear this quite... worrying comment.
Bender, are you up for a spaceship ride?
She checks her arm-mounted PDA.
We are fortunate. The launch window to travel to the station without performing lengthy orbital rendezvous maneuvers opens in just a couple of minutes.
She quickly uses the rocket engine on her armor to travel to the Anti-Godmodder Base, where a small spaceplane (that looks like the Delta from Orbiter) lies on the ground. She and Bender get in.
Let's check the time we have left... 30 seconds!? Oh god.
She then frantically starts pressing buttons on the control panels.
Fus10n 3ng1n3s 0p3rat10na1. 1n1t1ate Launch Pr0c3dur3s.
Hey, why are we in such a hurry?
Because orbital mechanics stuff!
Meh. In my 'verse, we just point our spaceships to where we want to go, and thrust constantly until we get there.
WELL IT SEEMS THAT YOUR UNIVERSE'S LAWS OF PHYSICS GOT KICKED IN THE NUTS WHEN YOU INCREASED THE SPEED OF LIGHT! NOW SHUT UP!
With five seconds remaining on the clock, the spaceship tilts up with its landing gear, ready to launch. At t-0, the engines, which previously were glowing green and humming ignite, and the ship rockets out of the sky.
That was close. The closest I've ever experienced, in fact.
2 K1l0m3t3rs.
5 K1l0m3t3rs.
This may take a couple of minutes. Unlike in your nut-kicked universe. There, spaceships fly up instantly.
STOP INSULTING MY UNIVERSE!
10 K1l0m3t3rs.
15 K1l0m3t3rs.
I'll just sit back.
Bender pops open a beer.
22 K1l0m3t3rs.
29 K1l0m3t3rs.
38 K1l0m3t3rs.
47 K1l0m3t3rs.
58 K1l0m3t3rs.
69 K1l0m3t3rs.
9001 bottles of beer on the wall... (It has been two minutes)
82 K1l0m3t3rs.
95 K1l0m3t3rs.
The spaceship is about half-way between vertical and horizontal
110 K1l0m3t3rs.
125 K1l0m3t3rs.
142 K1l0m3t3rs.
159 K1l0m3t3rs.
178 K1l0m3t3rs Ap0aps1s. 1n1t1at1ng 0rb1ta1 c1rcu1arzat10n burn.
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0rb1ta1 c1rcu1arzat10n burn c0mp13t3. Stat10n 1 k110m3t3r away.
The spaceship is now in orbit around Minecraftia. A gorgeous bank of clouds swirls below. Right ahead lies a metal sphere that Lothyra claims has a radius of 100 meters.
If you think this took awhile, you should see how long the ground-to-orbit trip takes without fusion engines.
Sucks to be you, with your "realism" and "laws of physics".
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis