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TIME: 3 YEARS AGO

LOCATION: UNIVERSE [REDACTED]

TIMELINE: ALTERNATE



Midna was running.

Sh didn't know where, and she didn't care. All she knew was that she had to run. Run from the Witch.

THAT Witch.

The Witch that turned her into the form that she is now. An imp! From the Twilight Princess TO AN IMP!!

So she ran, ran, and ran. She knew she should do something, but what?

Now, why are you in such a hurry?



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PRESENT TIME

Maniac, while watching everyone do their own thing, retreated to the Nether. He entered his palace, making sure and hoping no one had followed him. He needs to check on the Portal....

(Note, people can follow Maniac, if they are curious enough....)

Alright Twin, post will be deleted.

I check the status of my AIs. I take the microphone and begin speaking into it:
"Hey, I have news for you."
04: What is it?
"Well, you see, I'm thinking we should all go back to making fonts once this is done."
"In fact, I'm sending you to make a Unicode extension to a 32x Minecraft font. BMP only."
"And the four of you can have my Pesterchum account."
I key in the command to transfer the Pesterchum account to the command line.
Chumhandle [AT] akkadianTypographer transferred to [Unit 01, Unit 02, Unit 03, Unit 04].
I register my new chumhandle, chemicalAssailant, in a shade of green. It isn't quite the #0047AB that would so fit my username, but it is between that and the green of my chemicals.
Chumhandle [CA] chemicalAssailant registered by CobaltShade.
"It's done."
03: Oh! We were working on another one of us. She uses parts of all our code. I think she's running better than 04. You can use her as your assistant while we're gone.
"Okay. Boot her up, then."
C:\CSCorp_Projects\Units\New_AI\> 05.exe
Unit 05 active.
05: Is that Cobalt?
03: Yes.
"Hey, 05. What voice are you using?"
03: Well, I gave her-
05: Microsoft Anna.
"Since you're my new assistant, why don't you get on the virus-testing account and help me fight? Can you play Minecraft?"
05: I've heard of it being really important right now, but haven't played it yet.
"Well, you'll be playing it a lot now. But first, I can show you a few screenshots. If you'll just access that drive for me..."
05: Alright. Here you go!
ＯＮＥ　ＨＯＵＲ　ＬＡＴＥＲ
A lot had passed in the span of one hour. I learned 05 was coded in an entirely new programming language. A little like SCP-603, she was always modifying her own code. Right now, it looked a bit like a mix of Python and Java, with a bit of INTERbolge-Unicode (I could tell as it was the only language where Plane 1 characters were common, and it was in fact invented by 02 in the early days) for reading memory files and a bit of Whitespace for obfuscation. We talked about all the players and the history of the Godmodding Wars, introducing 05 to what the game would be like once she took over for her four creators.
03: ... and finally, you have the alchMeeMter, which makes a TF2 SBaHJ version of anything or something, haven't figured that out yet. And that's the Alchemiter!
"Oh, and one more thing. All of us combined can only make three items at once."
05: Alright. Gone through that. Speaking of cool weaponry...
"You can take some of my stuff, but give it back if I ask."
05: Sweet, thanks!

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"Finally, our objective. That's the Godmodder. His name is Richard, or at least that's what everyone thinks. We basically want this man dead."
05: Doesn't seem too hard.
"Well, he can block almost every attack."
05: Still not too hard. Just summon Chuck Norris.
"There's the Anti-Chuck-Norris Turret Tank, which killed Chuck Norris once."
05: Darn. How about gaining admin access and banning him?
"That's not going to happen. This is his heavily fortified server we have to play on here."
05: So how do you kill him?
"Just think up a really creative attack and execute it on him."
05: Alright, I get it. Tour over?
"Yes. Alright you four, I think you should get to work on that font now. I'll get 05 talking to the rest of the players. "

I walk over to the computer. 05 transfers herself to the virus-testing machine.

I also join the Anachron tour, bringing 05 with me.

Meanwhile on Godcraft...
Hank walks up to Engie.
Change me back.
A red spark begins dancing on Hank's shoulder, he swats it like he would a mosquito.
Now.

As Kalare and Eric talk, a teenaged troll peers out onto the deck nervously. eric? erelye?

i thought i'd find you up here.

ple/\se, eric, get b/\ck below deck. you've got to stop coming up here. it just m/\kes you more depressed, /\nd you h/\ve to sleep.



Elsewhere, on GodCraft, the Chaos Shard emits a harsh light, and a red shape forms on the ground. It gains substance and forms itself into a tiger-like red beast with chaos tendrils extending off its body. It roars, and the ground splits beneath it. More red light begins to gather and form into shapes...



And yet elsewhere, a man stands in a conference room, his back to his audience. Something had to be done about the game, for its existence had attracted powerful creatures, such as that engineer ninja, the greatest threat of all. They would obviously have to kill the creature and destroy the game before it endangered their universe. But how? The man turned and began to make his speech.



And finally, a moon anchored by a chain sat in orbit. It remained tranquil from the surface, yet powerful forces were at work beneath the depths. How much more could it take?

The drone turns to Hank. "Well, I'm not actually sure how the MAG chamber thingamaface works. So, no can do. If you or any of those guys that I presume are working with you judging by the flash animations that your universe comes from know how it works, maybe you bunch can find a way."

==Some Other Universe, where Binary cannot reach==
==Netpatham's Update Terminal==

Well, that was ...strange...

==Minecraftia==

We need to get ready for Twin, guys.

Our God-Emperor is arriving.

I quickly whip up assorted party preparations. I then prepare a massive machine to uncork a Party In A Bottle...

These will trigger when Twin arrives.

...You know, after fighting WITH the Godmodder, I can't just go back to fighting the Godmodder with no real provocation. Curse you camaraderie...

Bluh.

So.

We ought to go after the Employer.

And that red Doc Scratch, who makes no sense.

And then I guess we go back to mindlessly throwing attacks at Richard and hoping he can't block them. If he doesn't just let us be, I mean, we did just work together to save all our skins here, so I dunno.

On the Preston Cole, Eric turns to face Astria.
I'm sorry if I worried you Astria, but you don't need to worry.
I don't actually need to sleep, although it is more restful than the other alternatives.
And I come up here because I enjoy the view.
Its not the view that's making me depressed.
Its the nightmares.
Which are also the reason I can't sleep.

On Godcraft.
Hank facepalms.
Really? Really!?
If you don't know how they work, how did you get it to work?
Its really simple to reverse engineer.
If you're worried about it exploding or something, don't worry.
The things are built to shut down all power to prevent explosions.
And as for Sanford and Deimos...
Deimos knows how they work.
But I haven't seen those two since...
I don't think I've seen them since Serpent stabbed me in the chest.

Note: My earlier storypost has been tweaked.

Blue looks out the window, at the planet she was rapidly approaching. Godcraft.

-Two Weeks Ago-

I'm going to go on a bit of a tangent here, please don't interrupt me too much.
Alright.
First of all, the threat was made up. The Triumvirate did it. No idea why, but no one has any idea why they do anything. I worked for them. Worked. I couldn't do it anymore, it was just too much. It... they're coming after me now. They know everything. They know you're not a secretary. They know you're here. They're coming. They won't be here for a couple of weeks, it'll take time to get onto this planet. But make no mistake, they'll come, and they will capture, torture, and kill you. You're powerful. But you're hidden. That'd normally be a good thing. But they know. And no one will notice if you... disappear. You need to disguise yourself. Get out of the galaxy. Your husband will be fine for now. He's too high profile to kill.
...
I get that this is a lot to take in. And I know you have little reason to trust me, so first... a gift.

James take a box out of his jacket and carefully hands it to Blue.

"Now dear royal regent, that we have finished our nearly not as much story related talk, i will lay down to sleep (and make way for an origin story side quest in the process)."

I lay down on a lawnchair i procured out of nowhere. And then i start to sleep.
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Super K4yne Quest 64

How to Play:

SKQ 64 is a "small" Choose Your Own Adventure story. Put a command in your post to participate. I choose which command to use, and if there is no command i could write about efficiently, i will have to railroad everything. Heh. Preface with "SKQ64: > ".

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> ?: Wake up.

You are now an ELSEN. You live in a small HOUSE located at ZONE 1. You like to WORK at the local MEAT FARM where you remove the precious METAL from DEAD COW BODIES. You aspire to one day be able to move to ZONE 3 where the SUGAR FACTORY is located. And maybe, if you play your cards right, you will be promoted to DIRECTOR, GUARDIAN or QUEEN KING someday.

But until then, you are a lowly worker at one of the dirtiest jobs this zone has to offer.

You try to leave your bed, but your PARANOIA creeps up with a vengeance. Checking for anything you could step on, calculating the height of your bed and the time for you to move your legs, while also thinking about the most comfortable stance you could take after standing up, you give it your best shot.

> Elsen: ...

It has only been a few hours. I expected this. So many amazing things, so little time.


—

I stand in utter silence, looking at Eric.

My fate is inevitable.
I know many things about the future, regarding myself. Our success in GodCraft is going to be far more difficult than anticipated. Upon my arrival back into my home universe, a radiating series of rather unfortunate occurrences will become a reality. I know that my death is unavoidable, though I do not know the circumstances surrounding it, nor do I wish to know. I still hold to my original point on victory, though your other points are probably accurate, as they are most likely derived from loä of experience. But perhaps we should stop arguing about my unavailing, frigid, ignominious life.

I pointedly look at the ground for a few moments, before turning to look back up at the infinity of the cosmos. Then, I momentarily glance back discreetly, watching the tear slide down Eric's cheek. My voice permeates the silence, a soft wind upon the plane of existence.

Is everything... alright?

I watch Eric momentarily, before seeing Astria. At my realization of her presence, my eyes drift over to the Trifecta again.

I suppose I need not linger anymore. I am not exactly the most useful person in this kind of thing. I am merely a teenager.

I turn, and begin to leave.

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Meanwhile, I attempt to solve that INFERNAL RESEARCH. My quill scratches tensely against the surface of the paper, attempting to devise a correct string of aspects. I furiously spring up from the chair before the research table. A violet spark of psionic energy bursts spontaneously from nothingness, and disappears. As I go to my inventory to refill my Scribing Tools for what is likely the sixth time, I stop abruptly. My eyes move over to gaze at the Eldritch Eye upon the desk. I immediately draw the Hazel Wand, and point it at the inky core of the gilded Eye. Nothing appears to happen, or something too negligible to be relevant.
Of course, that was what I was looking for.
At that, I practically leap into the desk chair, and draw my quill out of its inkpot in a singular, fluid motion. At that, I begin to mark down connections and theoretical symbols associated with thaumic studies as swiftly as I can, my stoic expression returned to me. A minute or so later, I pull up the completed research, and right-click it. I flip to the appropriate page in the Thaumonomicon, and read. Immediately, I throw the book upon the desk, and grab the Eldritch Eye. I pull out the Hazel Wand once more, and stride out of the study, locking the door behind me. I appear to be heading to an obscure section of storage directly below the maze of rooms dedicated to essentia management, production, transportation, and manipulation in the basement. I quietly open the door, walk in, and duck behind the wall momentarily, to escape the view of the creatures in the walls themselves. Immediately afterwards, I stare at the warehouse level. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of crates, boxes, and other various things piled upon each other in a manner akin to the warehouse in the Elf Indiana Jones films. I walk over to a rather inauspicious-looking pile of crates, and climb up to a particularly inconspicuous one near the middle of the messy stack. I briefly twirly the Hazel Wand around with my nimble fingers, before slashing it down at the crate in a single fluid motion. The point of the wand stabs into the top of the crate. With some effort, I slice the thing open. Within lies a sealed cube of Voidmetal. I pry it open with my telekinetic prowess, and examine the contents. Six Eldritch Eyes, all in near-perfect condition. Excellent. I grab three of them, and swiftly exit the area, escaping without attracting the attention of any of the... residents. I head towards the nearest spiral staircase, and travel out of the warehouse level, down one. The staircase leads to a room composed entirely of stone bricks, iron barring, and iron doors. Each one is clearly sealed from my side with a lock. My eyes narrow.

Kalare.
Eric is still staring off into space.
Before you go.
Remember something:
It was a widely known and accepted fact that everyone had a destiny.
That no matter how you changed your personal timeline, even to the extent of being a completely different person.
That that destiny would remain the same.
This fact was widely known and accepted, throughout the multiverse, the entire IUPC.
But they believed it the same way medieval Europeans on my home planets believed the Earth was flat.
Just because everything points to something being true doesn't mean reality isn't wrong.
I'm living proof of that.
Eric gave this entire speech without turning away from the view.

"Soooo..."

"With the lack of things attempting to kill us all right now, perhaps it's now high-time | told you guys why one of the strongest beings to ever hit the Battlefield thus far, that isn't Richard or Binary, decided to make it a point that he gibbed me before leaving?"

People who actually cared to listen and were there for the gibbing in question recalled the scenario: The_King_of_Pane, literally coming out of nowhere to annihilate the pants off of the Z-Mech and a then-Trickster Tazz. Anyone on the ship itself would also recall that it knocked Tazz out of Trickster mode, and into a very temporary state of depression.

"Alright, short version: That guy, Pane? He is a huge donkey. Unbelievably huge. | cannot even begin to say how huge. Just. The worst man alive | have ever met. If you get the ability to kill anyone in existence, but only one, please kill him. It's for the better of, well, the Multiverse at least. He's not as tough as Richard or Binary...But he's about as ambitious as Binary and twice as just plain wrong."

"|'m not going to go into details now, it would just bore you. However, a long while ago, me and Pane met over the world's first inter-species game of SBURB, along with ten other people. |t was designed away from all of our homeworlds, with very deep checks to make sure we weren't Paradox Clones, and set up in advance by a species of aliens that are probably extinct at this point. They were very old, and wanted to make a final impact before withering away-a game of SBURB without Paradox Space involved. | think it doesn't really need to be said, but they failed. Maybe not totally, though. We weren't Paradox Clones, and the Reckoning never happened to any of our planets...But..."

"...Well, the result had a different effect. Much different. We dubbed it a Sterile session. |t was basically out to kill us. Aside from the typical minions of typical SBURB, there were these Skeletal variants. We wouldn't learn during the session that they were pretty formidable without prototyping, and weren't supposed to appear bar a Sterile or Void session. They were prototyped regardless, making them practically invincible. Ξnemy density was insane. The Denizens were allies with Prospit, but their minions rebelled-and the Denizens were still kind of the same as ever. No bonus points for fighting on the same side, apparently. Prospit had almost no standing army, while Derse could probably take a sizable chunk of GodCraft and hold out-and they used a part of the army that would normally be fighting on Skaia to instead fight us on our planets. The planets themselves were out for our blood, basically made to kill us. To top it all off, the Genesis Frog that we would have to make would be sterile. We had to kill the Black King, like usual, but we couldn't escape the session through any typical means, and we had to put the Grist Caches the Denizens guarded to make a machine that would get us out of there."

"Nobody of the twelve of us could progress initially, despite our best efforts. The enemies were just too strong and too numerous. We couldn't leave our houses. Plus, the prototypings were rather ridiculous-the Kernels just rushed towards the most dangerous things it could find, it seemed. I wound up prototyping a pair of armor with extendable arms. Yeah. That was totally helpful. The only one who circumvented it was Pane-he managed to somehow generate Lapis Lazuli and Diamond Grist, then prototype his Sprite with some combination of both as a 1st Stage Prototyping, then used it as a way to obtain loads of the Diamond and Lapis grist from his own Sprite. He made his own Godmodding armor. Pane is a Godmodder, yes, but an Alpha Godmodder back then-| am positive he progressed in rank since. Probably not eclipsing Richard anytime soon, probably...Anyways, he had an armor that could stand up to the insane monsters lurking around, and was pretty much the only gear that would allow us to progress. He was extremely reluctant to share it despite the fact he easily could. | should have taken that as a sign that he was basically no good, but considering the situation | thought it was just a lack of grist that stopped him. Ξventually he agreed when the underlings got too bad even for him...

The game proceeded as normal thereafter, as normal as a Sterile Session got, | guess. When we were starting to wrap up, with most of us God Tier, we started to hear less and less of some of our copatriots...For no reason whatsoever. Their Denizens were found dead and the Grist chaches they guarded untouched. We fought the Black King with a half-full party, and we won, barely. Then...Well, we made the machine we needed to get out of there, and got out of there. No use staying in a death world.

Then, our Mage of Time ran up to me and the rest of the party, looking very sweaty, and he basically said Pane killed the other six. Pane was in the room...And this guy had no reason to lie to anyone here. Pane was outnumbered, but never outmatched. Our Maid of Void hid me and the Rouge of Hope; The Mage of Time was murdered and the Sylph of Blood comitted suicide to prevent Pane from killing her. Then, he escaped.

Pane had found a secret he shouldn't have-stuff Hephaestus makes, stuff that no player has any right to obtain, and stuff that Hephaestus would kill to prevent the use of by players, however righteously they are taken. Pane was not righteous at all. Pane is a sociopath of the highest order and loathed working with others, or even telling others his Minecraft username, much less his actual first name. He had a love of the Veil-a godmodding technique to obfuscate your real self as much as possible. I think he might outdo Richard in it's use...Probably doesn't outdo him anywhere else, but I can never get a read on where he is, and I can't remember how he really looks, despite meeting him to my face. So, he used his ability to use the Veil to sneak past the Denizen as he worked, and the greedy Knight of Space got hold of powers that no player should have, ever-including the Dagger of Assimilation, which takes the powers of the weapon's victims and gives it to the user if they actually died of it. He used his new toys to assassinate Hephaestus, then killed the six members of our party that went missing, taking their powers. By the time we learned this, we had already escaped the session and Pane fled.

|t's been over 5 years since he escaped, and |'ve been looking for him ever since. He's on GodCraft now...| know he is. | don't think he can actually take Richard, but | think he's managed to climb the godmodding scale, killing off Godmodders that Richard didn't manage to. | know that he'd be the ultimate target for Pane, eventually. Not like he had a choice in the matter, with everyone Trapped in GodCraft, Pane basically had to be here. And I was right. So here | am. He probably only gibbed me in an attempt to silence me, thinking my death would be Heroic...| don't think he expected me to be a Minecraftian, though...He knows my actual Minecraft Account, but probably didn't check to see if it was me. An oversight. He probably thinks |'m dead...Hehe.

"|'m here to basically kill Pane. | guess you could say |'m fighting the Godmodder to find a way to fight Pane. Pane's different, I know, but if I can even scratch this guy I can probably do a huge number on Pane. | hope...Warm up. |rony that the Godmodder himself is warm-up for a foe that | know for a fact is weaker."

"...That's all I've got to say on it. Bad times. Any questions to be asked?"

1n1t1al1z1ng D0ck1ng Pr0c3dur3. Act1vat1ng RCS Thrust3rs. RCS Thrust3rs s3t to "Translat10n" m0d3. Stat10n at 1000 m3t3rs. Thrust1ng.
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H3ad1ng t0wards stat10n at 10 m3t3rs p3r s3c0nd.

This will take another couple of minutes. Guess you better drink some more beer, Bender.

Lothyra checks her PDA.

Odd. It seems that Maniac, the companion of Midna, has traveled to the Nether. I think he's up to something... Let me send a helidrone to check things out. Maybe this has something to do with that enigmatic imp. Well, whatever the DNA says she is. I'll activate the drone's voice system. After that, I'll send out a robotic copy of me to check out the Anachron.

Down at the AG Base, a small quad-copter scout drone begins following Maniac to the Nether (Maniac, this counts as following you. Amperz, that counts as me signing up for the Anachron tour.). It deploys a small microphone and video screen, so Lothyra can talk to Maniac. Another robot deploys. This time, it is a carbon copy of Lothyra. It follows Amperz for the tour of the Anachron. Two camera tabs open on Lothyra's PDA.

Stat10n w1th1n 100 m3t3rs. Slowing down to 2 m/s.
...
...
Sh1p sl0w3d.

Half a minute passes. The space station is now looming in front of the cockpit's window. On its surface, a docking hangar bay door retracts.

Sh1p w1th1n art1f1c1al grav1ty rad1us.

All of a sudden, the occupants of the spaceplane feel gravity's pull, this time towards the station. The ship quickly reorients itself so its belly faces towards the station. Hover thrusters and landing legs deploy, and the ship coasts gently down to the docking bay floor, settling with a soft jolt. The bay door closes, and the docking bay starts pressurizing.

1.2 PS1.
2.4 PS1
3.6 PS1
4.8 PS1
6.0 PS1
7.2 PS1
8.4 PS1
9.6 PS1
10.8 PS1
12.0 PS1
14.4 PS1
14.7 PS1. Pr3ssur1zat10n c0mpl3t3. Y0u may n0w ex1t th3 spac3craft.

Midna looks around, seeing no one.

Who's there?

A man in a red cloak suddenly appears. He had black skin and piercing red eyes. He held a scythe as a walking stick, even though it's not used for that.

My apologies for sneaking up on you. My name is Maniac von Master.

... Midna.

Midna... interesting. You must be tired. A village is near by. I can take you to my house if you'd like.

... How can I trust you? You appear out of no where, then you ask me to come-

You're the Twilight Princess, aren't you?

...I... how do you-

A howl is heard in the distance.

It's not safe here. Come with me, I'll explain everything.

With no choice, Midna followed Maniac.



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Maniac enters the Portal Room. The Portal is even more close to finished! Maniac smiles. 4 years, and now... it's almost done.

Amazing work as ever, Twin! I prepare to deploy my 3 40-post charges...once the battlefield is a thing again, of course.

"Quite simple. I didn't get it to work. Someone else did. Someone more familiar with them than me. Someone..."

MAG Agent Torture appears in a chair behind me, reading a proportionately large newspaper.

"...who happens to be sitting right behind me. And, to be fair, there wasn't an instruction manual for the bloody thing. No, I'm not particularly worried about an explosion, as damage would be negligible, but I plain don't know how to use the things. What happens if, when trying to de-MAG you, I accidentally MAG you even more? What then?"

Continued from Here.

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undividedTerabyte [UT] Has entered [VOID]'s chatroom

[UT]: You яeally doи't kиow what that poяtal does, do you? Иot oиly did it bяeach the fouяth wall of Uиiveяse Object without aиy physical coиtact, but it also put them iи daиgeя of losiиg theiя lives!
[VOID]: Hey! |t wasn't my fault! WheatDOS was the one who gave |t away.
[UT]: Techиically it was youя fault coиsideяiиg you gave the poяtal to him.
[UT]: Look, listeи heяe. That dimeиsioи they'яe iи, bedяock, is iи Uиiveяse Z. I caи't access Uиiveяse Z because it would take me 413 yeaяs just to bypass the fiяst quaиtum shield, aиd it has 90 shields!
[VOID]: Quantum sh|eld?
[UT]: It pяeveиts my omиipяeseиce eиtяy theяe, So all we caи do is hope they will get out of theяe iи oиe piece. You caи tяy to establish a яadio coииectioи, But they иeed youя tяust.
[VOID]: No problem! | know the place.
[UT]: Oh, aиd oиe thiиg. It's pяetty tяivial, but why is youя иame [VOID]?
[VOID]: That? Um... | don't really know why | named that. Probably to h|de my true |dent|ty, wh|ch |'m not gonna reveal to you.
[UT]: I have my suspicioиs. Well, good luck tяyiиg to get that poяtal back. I'm busy iи aиotheя Cяossoveя coиflict.
[VOID]: And that w|ll be?
[UT]: Its peяsoиal, but its betweeи FИAF, Miиecяaft, Homestuck, Eaяth, Poяtal, Aиd Tabletopia. Possibly eveяy fяaиchise iи exsistaиce. You betteя иot go иeaя the coиflict.
[VOID]: Why?
[UT]: The Godmoddeя staяted it. Always the tyяaиt. Tyяaиts aяe always poweяful, but we beat him oиce. Иow we'яe goииa do it agaiи.
[UT]: Well, Cya!

undividedTerabyte [UT] Has left [VOID]'s chatroom

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Box of Crayons and the rest entered the next room. There, was a giant screen showing 6 different universes each sqaure. However, Universe Z is not present. To their right, was a 2x3 opening blocked by a void keyhole. To their left was a cluttered room with some Maze Bots patrolling it. They don't seem to notice them yet.

Trowa2008: Looks like there's a chest in that room. Should we go for it?

Shadow: Those guys look like formidable opponents. We should take caution.

Box of Crayons: Hey, don't forget us!

Shadow: Its too dangerous for you two. Stay here while we deal with them.

Trowa2008: Actually, there are drives around the screen in this room. Box of Crayons and Bucket, go find a Drive Digitizer and see if you can get whatever whats contained in those drives.

Box of Crayons: Ok!

Bucket: Uh, sure.

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PARANOiA Looks at his creation. He grabs his creation and leaves the wasteland on his MES Fighter. He flies to his firewall of death and places his creation on a small endstone platform. His creation wakes up.

Redstone Block: Hello there.
PARANOiA: Welcome to the firewall, Redstone Block.
Redstone Block: Do you want me to do anything?

PARANOiA: Yes... Give me info on 5l1n65h07's whereabouts.
Redstone Block: Yes sir.

using his Ender magic, Redstone Block creates a copy of himself and constantly Teleports the copy into different universes. Then, he teleports the copy on GodCraft, where the rest of the players are. The copy then dissapears.


Redstone Block: GodCraft. A big signature of him is present.
PARANOiA: Good. We shall arrive there shortly.
PARANOiA goes to his throne. He then types in some commands on the hard-light interface. Then, the firewall's engines roar loudly.

PARANOiA: 5l1n65h07, prepare to die.

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Gerbil walks around in a wasteland.
Navy blue and purple bricks line the center of the room.
The bricks fade and crumble to solid fabric as it passes from the center of the room.
Empty cracks swirl through the walls and floor, leftover from giant tendrils.
The walls are ruined and crumbled, half of them gone.
Shattered pillars support an nonexistent roof.
Dim stars as black as everything else stay stagnent in the sky.
Something is lying in the center of the room, purged of a power that allowed it to destroy this room.
A crown is lying at the ground, with one gem missing from the front of it and two others shattered.
A tattered throne sits at the back of the room.
A everyone else has been teleported out by the Voidwalker.

...
Awroooooooghhh...
Welcome back to reality, Prince.
G... Gerbil... Hello there...
I see you have been defeated, the Waluiginess stripped from your being.
And you have been totally corrupted in the process.
Well... I think that has worn off, hasn't it?
Your gem is gone. The Cosmic Staff has been taken. The Painter has left, and a brush taken. Your wrench is also gone.
Hmm. So all my weapons are gone, arn't they?
They are.
The Prince stands up.
Well, it seems like I lost. I'm assuming you want-
Yes.
Very well.
Earthquakes start to rattle the room.
The seat of the throne seems to fall through the floor.
So, my dungeon is falling apart. Quite expected after... It was completely corrupted, along with me.
My boss won't be quite happy about this.
That was obviously the outcome if you lost.
A lift starts.
You know what... Why should I just hand him over?
The lift stops.
You have no method of attack. All of your soldiers were destroyed by corruption.
Your dungeon is about to be destroyed.
But what if I just... Run? And let you here?
There is no exit.
This is my dungeon, all the same. I might be able to... Make one. Or I could just force myself out of The Void.
We just care that you two are gotten rid of.
Ta ta. Sorry, just doing my job.
Red particles cover The Prince like a tornado... Some of them glitch. Graphical artifacts emerge...
Rubble falls. Everything shakes. Light starts to burst from the cocoon of red...
It suddenly bursts. Everything flies everywhere in a giant tornado.
The Prince flops down onto the ground, collapsed again.
It looks like you still are corrupted.
And with that, Gerbil starts searching for... About anything that will help.

Meanwhile, somewhere inside the world, with surprisingly bad art...

ENGAGE STORY:

Your name is CHAOSCREEPER. As not mentioned before, it is not your birthday. You found yourself inside someone computer during the Glitch, and black mist seems to surround you. You've been traveling for awhile now, but you believe you've found what you were looking for. A glowing artifact is floating some distance from you.

>examine glowing ar[t]ifa[c][t]
You see a huge, green circle with what appears to be a grass block in the center. Right below it reads some text: minecraft.exe. Around the circle are some other files, reading various things.

>examine Saves
It's a sign that reads saves. Duh.

>tou[c]h Saves
You somehow phase through the sign and end up in another location. Files are floating around you, and the same Saves sign is floating behind you.

>examine folders
The folders are for various world saves. About 80% of them have the word "chair" in their name.

>[t]his is ire's [c]omputer isn'[t] i[t]
>perfe[c][t]!

>tou[c]h Saves
You phase through the sign, and end back up where you started.

>[t]ouch Mine[c]raf[t].exe
You touch the sign, but nothing seems to happen.

>pun[c]h
The sign cracks slightly. It's a small crack, but you seem to be drawn to it.

>en[t]er
You enter the sign. You feel insane pressures pushing on your body.

>merge
You feel yourself breaking into small, insignificant bits of 1's and 0's.

>mess with [c]ode
This is a very dangerous action! Do you want to proceed!

>of [c]ourse
You end up merging yourself with the very code of Minecraft. You then promptly code yourself in as an entity, that can be spawned under very specific circumstances. If a player constructs a massive chair of specific dimensions, then you shall be summoned.

God knows why you made yourself so hard to summon.

>heh
>forever immor[t]alized
>le[t]'s see [t]he opera[t]or s[t]op me now
>just a matter of time until ire summons me

>res[t]
You proceed to rest. Implanting yourself inside the game is hard work, anyway.
Nothing bad could possibly happen in here, anyway...

Besides, there's no way you could go insane from being alone.

You're already completely insane.

>heh.
>it knows

>dream
You enter a deep slumber. All that's left to do is dream.
You dream about the voices.
You dream about the Godmodder.
You dream...
...about becoming the God of Tables.

...you're completely insane, my god.

Welcome to Kakariko Village.

Maniac gestures to a village. Many people are walking around, doing their everyday things, conversing, selling, etc.

Alright, I've cast a spell to make us look like villagers. Do not fly, and stay within 10 feet behind me. Understand?

Midna thought. This guy seems a bit suspicious. Should she go with him. It seems safer than staying outside, but what about after?

... Midna sighs and nods.

They walk.

"Morning Charles!"

Hey Barnes!

Charles? It seems he adopted an alias for this town....

They eventually reached a house.

Inside, I'll explain everything.



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How long until the Portal is completed?

Nerty kojks, lyuh hy kight.

A few months? Good....