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My personal cruiser, the S.S. Supergiant, touches down on the outskirts of the Battlefield, using its hardpoint tentacles as landing gear. The blocky attack orbiter is plainly not built for atmospheric flight, but its hull is strong enough to handle a nuke or six, let alone reentry, and using small fusion rockets as an RCS makes VTOL-style hoverflight easy enough.

The external blast door opens, and Redeyes steps into the opening, wearing a comparatively light hazard-rated exosuit.

"Greetings to the assuredly honorable Lord-Archmage Erelye, Engineer Lothyra, Mister Cobalt and his Intelligence designated 05! {I hope in the names of Hel that I have forgotten no-one.} I will be providing you a ride to Manufactory Anachron using this recently rebuilt vessel."

"Any of you that require protection from the vacuum should don it or obtain a spare suit here, as the interior of this ship is not normally pressurized, nor will be much of the Anachron, being vessels of usually military purpose."

As you climb into the Supergiant's cramped pilot's chamber, you note a few crew-members, all wearing anonymous environment suits, keeping out of your path. Strange, as up until recently, the ship did not even have internal corridors.

The vessel takes off in a roar of heavy magnetoplasma thrusters and reactor-tap fusion RCS, burning the ground beneath to atomized ash and shoving us all back into our seats with a good five Gs of acceleration, reaching orbit within an hour, then beginning the half-day transit to lunar orbit, where the Anachron currently sits, rebuilding the slagged starboard side.

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{So, as for my comment upon what I just wrote, it's hardly my best, but I'm tired, and this wasn't planned. Anyway, is it you guys' preference that I make this a fairly detailed/story-rich tour, or simply a general introduction to my flagship and characters?}

While all these backstories/presentstories/futurestories go on, I make my own story and go ask Erelye for some Elven Magjiks and training to handle said Magjiks.



I then take out the Origin Wands, and write the words "Microsoft One Rods", and then "Tetris Wands".



I also challenge the godmodder to a game of Tetris. I am so good at tetris. So good.

Hank looks at Mag Agent Torture than raises an eyebrow.
I feel even less like you don't know what you're doing now.
Mag Agent Torture was homicidally insane to the point of being completely unable to do anything but rampage murderously.
And now he's reading a newspaper.
And if you were to Mag me even more, I would have a hard time fitting inside buildings, and would be more powerful.
And we would have discovered one more thing not to do.
And if all else fails, why not ask Torture since apparently he knows how they work?

==Somewhere that TOTALLY isn't violating the No Crossover Guideline==

Is there ANY reason there would be a RED Doc Scratch?

>>I find that rather abnormal.

>>If possible, given that there is an infinite set to choose from.

Hm.

Still somewhat strange.

==Minecraftia==

I take advantage of the lull to assemble a High-Energy Pellet Gun, to complete...Oh wait, there's one more thing.

I see what Emancipation Field Generator && Armor does. 1/??

Oh, and Portal Gun && Armor 1/??

So: Aperture Science Projectile Projector and Protection Producer Set: Soon To Be Complete?

Hard-Light Gun (and Hard-Light Disruptor-Projector, and Hard-Light Disruptor-Projector Array)
DEADLY LASER Gun
High-Energy Pellet Gun
Emancipation Armor (Projected)
Portal Armor/Warp Armor (Projected)

Amp, I would prefer it to be as long and drawn out as possible, with as much detail and richness as possible, but that is just me.


I also grant Modpack his request, to the most of my ability, though it will certainly not bring him up to a particularly advanced level, though quite high nonetheless. It is not as if it is anything particularly new to this thread. Thaumaturgy, psionics, and a hint of eldritch sorceries.

—

Upon the landing of the familiar ship and the emergence of Redeyes, I nod, giving a short but elegant bow as well.

Greetings as well! I am quite glad to see you at this time, especially with the lack of violence. I believe that one of the few reasons I would be up there otherwise would be some sort of project for the war. A brief amount of peace should function to allow us to perceive the magnificence of the place.

As I enter the Supergiant, I strengthen my radiation wards as much as I can. The RPLS-SH has taught me something about radiation poisoning, I assure you. I turn to Redeyes within the pilot's chamber.

Do you mind if I have another Grayholdian shipment delivered to the Anachron during the tour? I have been meaning to send a few things up, but I have lacked the time. Terribly sorry about that.

—

I stop my exit abruptly upon Eric's series of statements. Slowly, I turn around to face him.

...
Perchance. I... this... perhaps you two could leave me here to ponder? Unless you wish for me to leave, to stay here yourselves, or a combination of the former and the latter.

My gaze sweeps across both Astria and Eric. Beneath my glasses, the deep, dark shadows under my eyes look more prominent than ever. Unlike some, I require sleep. It is just obscenely difficult to enter the state required. This is quite evident. I blink twice, before looking down at the ground.

—

Meanwhile, a singular universe away, I look at the many doors in the circular room of stone bricks and various iron implementations of blacksmithing. Within these rooms are some of the most dangerous things I have ever had the misfortune of examining. Hungry Nodes with the capacity to consume an island, unstable curses, artifacts of a particularly sinister quality, et cetera. Save for one. There is one door which leads to the reason I Appearified Grayhold into GodCraft at this specific spot. The only question is whether or not I shall choose the correct door. I pull out the Sinister Lodestone from earlier, and peer at it. The crystalline object appears to have an... eldritch rune upon it. I hold the Stone as if I were wielding a compass, are slowly turn around. When I face a certain door, the rune upon the Lodestone ignites into an orange-red color. I walk over to it, pull out a ring of keys, and unlock the door, striding in. How fortuitous, that I decided to create that Lodestone. Regardless, I stride down the hallway behind the door, and eventually reach a massive room, with a vaulted ceiling, wards, and architecture clearly separate from the rest of the fortress. Which is to say this is the one part of the place I built. I replace the keyring and the Lodestone in my inventory, and approach the center of the room.

—

Having solved the research, I place my laptop upon my desk, and stand. Though I can sense the amount of Vis within the Hazel Wand, I shall not remove it from the Nodal Infuser. The voices are overpowering enough without that kind of proximity. Instead, I sit in silence, noting the time. Everyone should be asleep by now. Save me, of course. I grab a book from my bookshelf, and stride out of my room into the hallways of the meteor. I head to the common room, and enter, leaving the door open behind me. I stride over to my computer in the lab/common room, sit in my seat, and begin to read in the near-darkness. After around twenty minutes, I realize something. There is no silence. I listen with my pointed, acute elven ears. Faintly, I can hear something. A... is that... music?

==Anachron==

Lothyra's robot copy, which is being controlled by the real person through a mind-machine interface, begins taking notes on the S.S. Supergiant.

Hmm. It seems that most of the technology involved in this ship is plausible and can be built with the technology at my disposal. I shall have to remember this for my long-term project...
Data wr1t3n t0 f1l3, "Pr0j3ct Starstr1k3".

It, or she, then grabs a space suit.

==Maniac's Place==

The robot drone observes Maniac's device, recording all conversation taking place at the site.

==Space Station==

Lothyra and Bender hop out of the spacecraft onto the floor of the hangar, which is noticeably curved like a planet.

Why is the space station round?
Because the artificial gravity can only generate circular or spherical gravitational fields. And for God's sake, please don't talk about how your universe is different.

All of a sudden, a humanoid appears from an airlock leading into the station. It is a bit smaller than a human, with green skin and a large head. It seems to have a male build, and you suspect it is a male.

Lothyra, what the hell is that?
OH, SO THAT'S HOW YOU TREAT ME? LIKE A FREAK? I'LL SHOW YOU HOW YOU TALK TO OTHER SAPIENT SPECIES!
Oh yeah, well you can go BITE MY
GUYS! STOP THIS!
Fine.
Fine.
Bender, having first contact with an alien race by treating them like a curiosity in that mocking tone of voice is a rude and sometimes suicidal decision.
OKAY I GET IT!
Anyhow, that was Jebediah "Thrillmaster" Kerman of the proud Kerbal race. They are a people who are famed for their scientific and engineering skills, even if some of them are reckless... *looks at the silently fuming Jeb*
I found a couple hundred of them in Minecraftia. They came here as part of a secret project undertaken by one of their governments that found an inter-universal portal . Once they deemed the destination safe, they sent a colony of experts to set up a research base. However, they were horribly unprepared for the mobs that plague this land. I helped fend off the hordes, and together we built this space station. They allow me to built new devices and make new discoveries far quicker than when I was alone. Wait, let me check on the drone that isn't controlled by a neural link to me.

She then looks at her PDA.

It seems that Maniac has created an inter-universal portal. His servant-thingy said that it will be complete within a couple of months. Anyhow, let us enter the station in earnest.

They walk into the airlock and through the connecting hallway. It clamps shut behind them. In from of them, a sci-fi door opens, and they walk through it.

(Amp, you have forgotten someone.)

Blue has the ship AI do a routine scan of all the ships above Godcraft. To her surprise, there is one with occupants of note. The ship re-manoeuvres, turns off sub-light engines, and drifts towards a large blocky ship. She hails the ship.

Hello, could I speak to Redtext or whatever his name is?

If you recall, FseftrAI forwarded my request to take part in the tour of the Anachron about a week ago.
I believe that was accepted, and also that you are on route to start the tour right now.
Assuming that I am still welcome, my ship will follow yours. I do prefer having the amenities such as oxygen, if at all possible.

Blue cuts the comms, and takes a small round stone out of her pocket. On it, a symbol is carved. A rough drawing of a face, with a circle surrounding it. It glows ever so slightly. She rubs it for a few seconds, then returns it to her pocket.

-Two Weeks Ago-

Blue opens the box. Inside is a small machine, with two vials of golden liquid extruding from it. Blue carefully lifts it up and examines it.

Is this...
I wouldn't say what you think it is out loud, you don't know who might be listening.
How...
Did I get this? Frankly, that's an incredibly long story that isn't very interesting. Okay, it's quite interesting, but we have more important things to discuss at the moment.
...I need a moment.

James stares at Blue, who quickly decides she can have a moment later.

Fine, continue.

"Ah, sincere Apologies, Ms Blue! Of course you may come along! I was somewhat out of sorts, given my recent return from scholastic work, so the Tour will resume upon the morrow."

Godcraft: "Agh... Fine. I'll see what can be done."

The drone trudges over to MAG Agent Torture.

"Hey, listen for a moment. Hank apparently doesn't really want to continue having his current condition. Is there a way to de-MAG someone?"

Torture looks up from his newspaper for a moment, thinks for a moment, then nods. In response, I recall as much as I know about the MAG chamber back on the Mainframe, then construct a temporary one on the battlefield.

"If I've built that thing the way I think I have, it's completely unreliable. But, y'know, it's easier to make a new one here than take everyone on board that one ship I have that dwarfs universes. Anyway, this'll probably do."

I want to remind you Twin that i finished Deaths Narcotic already. Please tell me the details.

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Super K4yne Quest 64

> Elsen: Stand up already.

You finished standing up. Surprised at the lack of physical harm that you could have taken, you start walking towards your fridge. But not without stepping on the leftovers from yesterday and falling flat on your face first.

"O-ow."

You check for any broken ribs you have. Nope, all six of your ribs are intact. Good! You simply cannot grasp the true form of the horrors that could have happened should you appear with any injuries at your workplace without having worked a single second. You could be forced to stay home! You could be demoted! Or fired! Or brutally dismembered at the hands of your boss!

After you stood up (again!) and returned to your fridge, you are surprised to find nothing in it. Strange. Maybe your pet ate everything. He is almost never home, but if he needs to eat, he just comes back and takes everything. You need to have a talk with that little guy. It's just so rude to take ones entire rations. It's the third time this week! Jebus!

Anyway, time to get to work. It's awfully convenient that you can sleep in your working attire without ever needing to clean your stuff or feel uncomfortable in them. It's one of the finer things in life that makes you so enamored with the way the world works. But one thing does not change. And you are about to change that.

Sadly, you have to get some meat from work while you are there. If you wouldn't take it, you'd starve. It's against the rules, but it's either starving or stealing. There are people counting on you to do your job, and your job is best done on a full stomach. You also wouldn't want that rude little fox you took in to starve either. He may be awfully rude, but he is the closest to friends or family you have.

> Elsen: ...

I will continue the Tour after breakfast, but noting a number of comments, I think I shall explain in greater coherence the nature of my various characters.



{H3-TAC: The overarching artificial intelligence providing guidance and mechanical aid to the other three, at this point has been forced into an "Only Sane Man" position. Was originally taken from an alternate version of early-alpha Minecraft, where he was almost Herobrine. Due to a variety of things, his persona and name have altered drastically since then, leaving him rather less generic, and with a useful background in the occult. Currently manifested as the Anachron's control mainframe.}





{AVATAR.exe: A peripheral AI, serves more as a companion than a computer. Was created by the Controller as a manner of interfacing more directly with a digital realm, allowing far more realism from simulated environment, as well as precise control over the player-avatar. Not originally intended to be sentient, but now utterly loyal to whichever of Amperzand and Redeyes he believes to be the Controller.}



{Amperzand: One half of the arcane mishap that started out as the original "Amperzand"'s [The Controller's avatar] and Nega-Amperzand's souls. By far the less stable of the two, also seems closer to the original. Assuming he is who he remembers being, he was once a member of a clandestine interdimensional organization of engineers, but got himself put into exile for a variety of offenses. An apparently brilliant engineer, judging by all kinds of things, he often seems far less intelligent than that would suggest. Having survived more than a year of the War, is severely injured and suffering from several times the lethal dose of radiation. This is not incurable, but it would also put him into rehab and therapy for a good half-decade, and that cannot be allowed.}



{Redeyes: The other half of the Arcane Mishap that I will now explain; "Amperzand" and "Nega-Amperzand" were involved in a severely stressful event that left them both torn free from their bodies, and destroyed N-A's body. Both souls ended up stuck in "Amperzand"'s body, and fused together. Due to the immense stress and mental trauma involved in this, the resultant fused soul immediately underwent a SHATTER perpendicular to the original souljoin, leaving what was left of both souls in two separate halves. This half of that Split remembers almost nothing of the originals, and seems far more stable and intelligent. Prefers to use piloted vehicles and lighter powersuits rather than the enormously bulky, powerful Demimech units of of his counterpart. He doesn't have a viable name, so his less-than-intellectual colleagues gave him this colloquial title.}

On boarding the S.S. Supergiant, 05 and I don the spacesuits and continue with the rest of the group.
05: Nice place they have here.
"Indeed."
05: I might build a fleet composed of ships somewhat like this one day.
05 drops a heavily encrypted file titled "ㆴ롲𐰲𐊭 ⽂ᶠᘥ𐊭.txt.crypt" to the laptop desktop.
(the following is from and to the laptop, not through Minecraft; your characters can't hear this)
"And how large would it be?"
05: Pretty dang big. 200 ships at least.
"Okay."

/nullish I suppose. How will I be able to keep my sanity in a week without DTG?

Sheesh. So... many... story posts... Now I feel like I have to contribute to this. Sadly, I've already burned through all of Wilson's backstory. The entire thing was all in that sidequest. Well, that's not technically true. There is some more to his story, but he doesn't actually know about it and I'm saving it for DTG3. So... there's not much I can contribute except for, Awfully convenient previewing dream sequence, ACTIVATE! (You know, we really should make some kind of a character web or something to keep track of everyone and their relations to everyone else.)


Silence. There was nothing. No light, no noise, no feeling, no objects, just a blank void. Laiko knew he had exerted himself too much with that disabling the Strong Force trick, so there was going to be some kind of a hangover. The only time this had happened before, he had woken up blind and deaf, so the same thing might be happening here. He wasn't sure if he was awake or not. He could be dreaming about nothing or just be unable to detect the world around him. He couldn't feel any ground below him, but also didn't feel like he was falling. He tried to turn to look behind him. Nothing there either. In fact, did he actually turn? Nothing in his pure black vision changed and he couldn't feel himself turn. It was a very disconcerting feeling.



Laiko suddenly felt himself lurching sideways. Or maybe up. Or maybe down. Or maybe at a right angle to existence. He had nothing for reference so he really didn't know. Some objects started to show themselves. So this was a dream. He seemed to be lying on a floor made of... brown. As time passed, his vision became better and could tell now that he was on a single weathered oak plank. Looking up and down, he could see the floor and ceiling were made of similarly weathered spruce planks. And they had strange circles of a vaguely blue looking material. Tied to the floor and ceiling were boxes and chests of various sizes. Wait, if he was lying on a plank, how could he look down to see the floor? Surely he would just see the plank right? And who would tie chests to the roof? He then realized that he was actually looking at the walls. He himself was sideways on an oak plank, which seemed to be a shelf. The circles of blue were actually windows looking outside. Laiko tried to get up, but his legs were chained to the shelf, preventing him from rising.

GODMODDER: ...Me. You look like me!
GODMODDER: What's going on here?


???: Hah. It looks like I've been released. Hello there, Rick. You can call me Alpha. And I'll call you Omega. I think you'll find the naming conventions of split personalities to follow this pattern.


OMEGA: The naming conventions of... Oh no. I've become schizophrenic too?! It was bad enough when it happened to Green Hoodie!
ALPHA: Ah, yes. He became Green Hoodie and Red Hoodie, right? Just like we are now Gold Arm and Blue Arm.
OMEGA: Yeah, seriously, what's up with your arm? An ice gauntlet or something?
ALPHA: Cool, huh? It can change into any weapon.
ALPHA: But enough wardrobe talk. I have bigger things to discuss with you.
OMEGA: Oh boy. Are we going to launch into an awesome discussion about how only one of us is going to survive this and all that?
OMEGA: Because, although my headaches have stopped and I'm feeling much better, I'm really not in the mood.
ALPHA: Of course not. That would be dull, right? Right. No, I have something better. I have a proposition for you.
ALPHA: Project Binary was right, you know. You hold so much untapped power. You could level cities, conquer empires, and turn worlds to dust! It all lies in your hands. You have the power to reshape universes! So I really fail to understand why, you, a literal god, waste your talents here! On a Minecraft server!
ALPHA: You and I are not as different as you might think. We both hold equal amounts of power. The only difference is that I know how to use it.
OMEGA: What's that supposed to mean?
ALPHA: You know exactly what I mean.
ALPHA: Anyways, do you accept my proposition or not?
OMEGA: ...
OMEGA: I have to admit, we could make a good team. With your power and my good looks--
ALPHA: We both look the same.
OMEGA:
OMEGA: As I was SAYING, the offer is tempting. But I happen to already have a plan of my own. I'm going to make sure those noobs won't get close to defeating me.
ALPHA: What makes you so sure? You have nothing to lose by accepting my help. I could take your power and increase it tenfold. I could give you access to new techniques and combat opportunities...if you let me.
OMEGA: Do I really have to make this decision right now? I mean, learning that I have my own split personality kind of comes as a shock to me.
ALPHA: Of course. I'll allow you a few days to think. But eventually, you will have to make a choice. I know it's cliche, but it's true.
OMEGA: Whatever. So how do I get out of here?
ALPHA: Simple. You wake up.
OMEGA: Oh, well that's--





GODMODDER: --helpful.

Dun dun DUN!!!!

"We also have taupe..."



/null

I for one vote for Omega to accept, given that, well, as has been a topic of discussion lately, the Godmodder is the Big Bad, not some crazy, archaic AI. Seems better, even if he is to be defeated, that he be defeated in the height of battle at his very strongest, not as an afterthought by bored foes. For that matter, if we are the ones to lose, spectacular defeat is still more awesome, plus it gives us an interesting setting for DTG3.

Aaand by "I'll continue the tour after breakfast" I meant "Twelve hours from now."





"More supplies from Grayhold? Anytime, H3 is certainly finding uses for them."



Redeyes notes Cobalt's conversation with 05,



"A fleet of custom cruisers? It is fairly effective alone, and its esoteric defenses are near-unparalleled in this size class, but I would hardly build hundreds of them, they are extremely specialized!"



After an eighteen-hour transit in microgravity, the ship begins its approach to the Anachron, which has been growing on the hullcam console for the past several hours, from a bright, blurry speck on the rim of the Moon, to a tiny ovoid surrounded by glitter, to an obviously large vessel in the distance, surmounted by an almost comically-oversized cannon, shrouded by shields, Constructor Drones, and the wreckage of a good-sized fleet.



Closer, closer still, and our vessel drifts at a seeming snail's pace past the ruinous scraps of ships several orders of magnitude larger than itself towards a world-consuming wall of weapons the size of skyscrapers and hull-plating thicker than some of the broken ships were long.



One of the dead ships' computer-controlled PDCs opens fire suddenly, a withering rain of small-caliber antimissile rounds plinking off the hull for a few seconds before the heavy weapons ahead notice a hostile IFF tag and fire, just once. The hullcam whites out, then goes dark, the lens polarized to opacity.



H3 apologizes over our ship's intercom for leaving an enemy asset functioning within the perimeter.

05: This is only going to be the initial idea - note the "somewhat" I used.

The laptop's CPU and memory usage shoot up. The fans begin spinning rapidly as 05 takes parts and concepts from other ships and combines them with the Supergiant's defense mechanisms. The strenuous task brings my laptop to a slow pace... and the files containing the schematic get corrupted.

05: Darn it.
05: The file's corrupted. Looks like this project has to be abandoned.
On Earth... (Your characters cannot hear this)
"What happened?"
05: I wanted to make a fleet of highly defended transport ships and charge people for interplanetary travel, but the file got corrupted.
"05, no. We're here to kill the Godmodder, then go back to making fonts."

05: Oh.

Super K4yne Quest 64

> Elsen: Go to work already.

As you stroll down the street, you happen to notice that someone comes crawling out of the plastic river. As you take a closer look, that person happpens to be an Elsen like you. Though reluctant, you help the poor guy up. Though he could be carrying diseases of all kinds. Or he could have mutated rabies. Or he was the Butt-Stabber! But alas, you help him.

"T-thank you. But that was n-not necessary. You could get a cold!"

"It's okay as l-long i can still go to work."

You didn't talk much after that. In your mind, it was the best course of action to just let the poor guy go home. For some reason, once you are home, you forget all your sorrows. Maybe they even disappear. Disappear and never come back.

There we are. The Meat Farms of Pentel. Sometimes you and your co-workers call it Rupture Farms. To this day you did not get the joke. But that could be because noone is laughing at it. The fact that laughing is awfully absent once someone tells a joke at all is slightly unnerving. Maybe it's better that way.

You enter the fabrication building. At least you are early. More time to put effort in your work then! Most of your colleagues are already at their working stations, removing the precious metal. Surprisingly, there seems to be no cow in your booth. This is bad. Really bad. It's that time of the week again. Pentel has an anger issue. And he is a psychopath. But worse, he could want to talk to you. Which, probably, results in you being stabbed to death.

But there are ways to escape that predicament. You will have to ask someone to come with you. If you enter Pentel's office with another Elsen, he might not stab anyone, since killing two people is too stressful for Pentel to pull off. He would be likely to pass out. For all his vices, he still is an Elsen like you, and you possibly can't think of still being mentally present after killing somebody. It's just too much pressure.

> Elsen: ...

((well, talist, you could have wilson do some interacting with Hank. I kinda want to do some stuff with him on Godcraft, but I haven't thought of anything systematic yet))

Eric smiles wanly.
Well, those remarks worked better than I expected them to.
Yes, please stay. I'd like to talk to you two.

Hank looks at it.
You know, looking at it now, it looks safer than the ones from Nevada.
I just hope its not too much more painful going through this process while alive than dead.
Hank walks over, and steps inside.
Alright, strap me in.
I want to get this over with.