Godcraft: "Wow, really? Something I built LOOKS safer? Nevada must be a serious butthole of a place if that's the case. Now then, Torture, do whatever it is that makes these things work. Remember, we're trying to make Hank smaller."
MAG Agent Torture shrugs, then heads over to the control panel and types in a command. The door of the temporary MAG chamber closes. Actually, hold on a minute. "Can whatever power that Hank has in his current form be stored somewhere? I'd like to use it on a side project."
Torture nods, inputting another command into the console. Gray light seeps out from the crack in the door (remember, I built this one), a red energy being pulled out and isolated in a separate chamber. It floats there, raging in silence. The door opens again, revealing a de-MAGed Hank. Funny, he seems a little smaller than he started off being...
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I continue to be astounded by the quality and effort of each and every one of these storylines. Good job.
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I would ask if I could telekinetically rip every one of these inert ships to scraps, but that is a terrible idea.
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I do not look up as I speak to Eric.
No, you have just systematically reminded me of how much death and destruction I am responsible for. I don't really want to tell either of you how much, exactly, for fear of tarnishing your already shaky opinions of me, and likely terrifying you. But, go ahead. Talk.
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At the center of the room, there is a pedestal composed of Arcane Stone Bricks containing what appears to be an electromagnetic lock fused to a nodal de-obfuscation device. My eyes dart over to the bolted door before me, and I turn around, slowly closing the door I entered from. Then, I head back into the room, to the pedestal. Before I unlock the door, I place several things into my hotbar. A Wispy Dreamcatcher, a Shovel of the Purifier, an odd looking device composed of Voidmetal plating, and a small amount of Liquid Death. Momentarily drawing the Hazel Wand, I cast a Bubble-Head Charm. Immediately, a bubble of concentrated air appears around my head. I strengthen my wards, and sigh, keeping the Hazel Wand in one hand, and the Lodestone in the other. Reaching down to the pedestal and the lever upon it, I mutter to nobody in particular.
I suppose this is inevitable. Perhaps.
I don't know anymore, with the excessive instability levels.
At that, I turn the lever. Immediately, the reinforced corotite door marked with various warnings splits into two, both halves sliding into the wall. A rather large amount of Flux Gas leaks into the chamber. Immediately, the intertwining Essentia tubes and Flux Scrubber become slightly more apparent -and useful. Slowly, though without trepidation, I stride into the next room. Upon entering, it is made quite evident that the environment of this particular area in the fortress is highly hostile. Though, I can assure you it is definitely not the massive amount of Taint within this quarantined chamber that the hostility is derived from. That would be far too simple. /s Anyhow, I take a few steps into the room, before a Taintacle emerges from a small patch of the horrific mass of corrupted organic matter with the travesty of a room. Immediately, and without hesitation, I point the Hazel Wand at it. A bolt of violet sorcery emerges from the tip, piercing through the creature, instantly slaying the abomination. A mess of foul life-fluid splashes to the ground. I continue across the room in absolute silence, save the disgusting sloshing of my gray boots against the foul Flux Goo and Tainted matter. I pass a cracked spruce shelf on the floor, with shards of glass coated in Taint around me. This is likely the source of this, as there were definitely thirty-six Bottled Taint-s here originally. Finally, I arrive at another corotite door on the other end of the room. Instead of opening it telekinetically, I disappear in a flash of black light. On the other side, a significant amount of vaporous Nightmare Fuel erupts from a certain point, until I appear. The Flux Scrubber upon the ceiling annihilates the Flux Goo dripping from my body, transforming it into small amounts of Praecantatio essentia. I deactivate the Bubble-Head Charm, and continue to the other end of the room, to the next. Immediately, I am greeted by a staircase downwards, which I stride down, peering into the depths. I point the Lodestone down the stairs, noting the intensity of the rune's illumination. There it is.
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Yes, there it is. Music, in the dead of night. It sounds like the keyboard. Perhaps she needs to know that some people are asleep. I mark my place in the book, and remove myself from the chair, staring to the doorway. There is no mad axe-man there, waiting to decapitate the first entity that exits the room. How fortuitous. It is not as if that has ever happened. Axes are ridiculous, anyhow. Regardless, I walk out of the room, and begin to traverse the labyrinthine halls of the meteor in the dead of night, listening for the music with my acute elven ears. A minute or so later, I spot a door that seems to be the source of the melody. Excellent. In several steps, I stand before the door, and silently slip in. It is just as I expected; Navela Seceip. Quite simple, as she is the only one here capable of playing such an instrument in such a masterful manner, or at all. I look to the other end of the familiar room, watching Navela sit before the keyboard, playing it in her nightgarments. Which is to say a T-shirt, and boxers covered in pictures of various 'mythological' creatures. Cute. I wait for her to finish her current song, a grayish blue tinge coming to my cheeks as I watch. As she finishes, I speak. She does not jump at my abrupt words, amazingly.
Good evening.
Hi.
Is there a particular reason you're playing this at midnight?
I know you weren't sleeping, so I surmise we don't have any grievances.
That's assuming we had any in the first place, which we did not.
Yep.
If you want to stay, I guess you can, by the way.
Mhm.
(Or, some other universally-accepted sound of acknowledgement commonly used by sentient beings mutually without any need for prior information on the topic.)
Phonics are fun. Well, that, and another reason why the order of the alphabet is-
Completely arbitrary.
En effet. Will it be fine if I return to my music?
Go ahead, if you wish.
I can practically smell the patriarchy in those two sentences.
Disturbing, the things the mind can produce.
I sit down at a nearby table. I can still faintly smell liquor from this particular spot... no matter. I don't entirely remember that night, nor do I want to. Regardless, I listen to the magnificent cavatina in the background. My mind, however, drifts off to other things.
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Lothyra: You seem to have fusion technology so prevalent that you use it for RCS. Why didn't you then use the extremely high amounts of Delta-v that comes from fusion engines and send us on a very inefficient but speedy trajectory? Or are you not familiar with the concept of a torchship?
==Station==
Through the door lies some sort of central meeting hall/nexus. Tens of kernels are scurrying busily around to various destinations, and the sound of chatter fills your ears. One of them notice your presence.
Bill: Hey, Lothyra's back! And she brought some sort of robot... Anyhow, I'm pleased to meet you. Your analysis is complete.
Lothyra: That's Bill Kerman, by the way. He's a very affable person and a rising star in the field of biology. More specifically, astrobiology. Be warned that he is a coward of the non-dirty variety, so don't threaten him.
H3ll0 L0thyra and B3nd3r.
All of a sudden, a red light turns on on one of the control panels. It looks like it's staring at you...
B3nd3r, 1t s33ms that y0u n33d s0m3 1ntr0duct10n. 1 am a Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic computer, 0r HAL f0r sh0rt. W3lc0m3 to Spac3bas3 DF-9. 1 am th3 c3ntral A1 h3r3, and I 0v3rs33 th3 stat10n's da1ly ma1nt3n3nc3, act as the ma1n pr0v1d3r 0f c0mput1ng p0w3r f0r var10us, sc13nt1f1c or n0n-sc13nt1f1c, appl1cat10ns, and pr3v3nt m1stak3s du3 t0 3rr0rs caus3d by sap13nt l1f3f0rms.
Okay HAL, we'll have to go to the biology lab.
A kerbal researcher that is part of a group says,
Kerbal: Hey HAL, could you please open Pod Bay Doors 13? Somebody needs access to the outside station, but we were having a great conversation here, and well...
Another one speaks up.
Other kerbal: Hey HAL, could you please send a slice of cake to my room? I can't be bothered to do it now. 1'm afra1d 1'm 0bl1g3d t0 d0 that. 1'll s33 y0u 1n the b10l0gy lab.
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Edit2: I broke the formatting. Going to wait until they fix the forum.
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They walked in to Maniac's house. It's a nice place, Midna thought, not as good as a palace, but still.
Maniac sat down.
I'll go first, I am the Fourth Wall Guardian of Minecraftia. Minecraftia is a separate dimension to this, a peaceful land with beautiful creatures. The Fourth Wall I protect makes it that normal creatures cannot pass through it. This allows Minecraftia to be safe from any alien creatures. Every dimension has one. I am able to teleport between the dimensions, due-
Maniac rambles on for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Midna's mind has exploded. She had so many questions.
Please, no questions. Now, about you.
How did you.... Anyway, I was living peacefully in my kingdom, when the Witch appeared. She came from no where, and basically took over. When I tried to stop her, she turned me into this. I fled, hoping I could find something to combat her. ...How did you know of me?
I heard legends and rumors. I can help you, Midna. I will give you an army. However, you will have to do ME a favor at a later date. Deal?
Midna thought for a moment.
... Deal. I can't believe everything you told me!
Oh, Midna.... You won't remember any of it.
Wha-
And Midna woke up in Hyrule Field, with an army of Stalchild, and no memory of Maniac.
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Blue sits against the back of her bed, reading a book titled Red's Amazing Childhood Adventures 35: My Super Interesting 15th Birthday. It is terrible. As someone who was actually there, she knows that there wasn't a damn ninja attack on the day. That's not to mention the awkwardness in reading Red's awful portrayal of her. She also wonders how the hell he wrote 35 books about the first 15 years of his life. No, she hadn't read them all. She may be loyal, but there's a limit, and the third book about his infant years crossed it.
-Two Weeks Ago-
James continues on for a good while, discussing intricacies of galactic politics that none of you have any context for. He then goes on another long tangent on Triumvirate tactics, and a last cryptic one on his gift to Blue. Eventually, after nearly an hour, he stops talking,
... I'm not sure I trust you.
Fair enough. Think about, do some research, I think you'll find all that I've said is true. When you do, open this letter and follow the instructions.
James hands Blue a white envelope, and then proceeds to vanish from the room.
Lothyra and Bender walk into the Biology Lab. All sorts of equipment dedicated to studying the miracle of life is installed in the room. In one corner lie some ectobiology-related machines with their own seperate computer terminal. Bill is sitting at that terminal.
So, when will I get the ability to blackmail Midna?
Is that seriously all you care about?
I'm just a robot. The only scientist I know in real life is some old fart called Farnsworth. *Drinks another beer*
Bill stands up.
Hey! No alcholic drinks are allowed in the laboratory!
THEY POWER MY BATTERIES!
Bender, you've drunk ten beers in the last hour. I do not believe you are that inefficient.
*Sigh* Whatever. H3ll0 aga1n.
At least he didn't say GOOD NEWS EVERYONE! L0thyra, th3 data f1n1sh3d pr0c3ss1ng wh1le y0u w3r3 g0n3. 1t 1s n0w c0mpl3t3ly s3q3nc3d.
Yeah, you may want to check it out. Considering its source, its very... surprising.
Lothyra sits down at the computer terminal next to Bill, and presses a button. An image of Midna's genetic code, stretched out in a line, is displayed on the screen.
What the!? There's a very tiny portion of DNA that's somehow connected to a separate strands outside the main chromosomes! Wait, zoom in.
He zooms in, this time on an computer-generated simulation of the connected strands. Mysterious black lines of force are binding the independent strands to the chromosomal ones.
We've observed those strands. It seems that the mysterious lines of force are redirecting the RNA parsers to use the independent strands instead of the proper ones.
That means that the chromosomal strands have been overridden by those... I'm guessing magical energies.
There's more. We merged the physiological data gotten through your.. ectobiology machine? Whatever it is, we were able to use that data to simulate her life cycle for both the aberrant genetic code and the proper one. We found that the aberrant, or imp version has no reproductive system, as well as several unknown glands, which we think are probably magic-related. But the lifeform that the proper genetic code belongs to is surprising.
He presses another button. Two DNA symbols, one red, the other green, are inserted into a sphere. They transform into two creature. The red gene creature is the imp we all know and love. You think that is the aberrant code. However, the proper code's creature is a humanoid with the same skin coloration as the imp. The humanoid takes the form of an attractive, space-babe like, female. Their internal structure is shown. The humanoid has the exact same internal structure as an actual human, but the imp has several new glands.
How different is the proper code and the genetic code of a human?
We've already analyzed that.
He presses a button. The monitor displays, "G3n3t1c C0d3s 99%+ s1m1lar."
The differences would seem to make her humanoid code belong to... Oh god.
A mutant.
And the black energies? I think she's cursed. Midna, what have I discovered? What are you? Sh0k1ng, 1sn't 1t?
DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Now can we go back to the planet?
BENDER!
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Well, Piono, Hank is free to stop by Wilson as soon as I finish this. I have to admit, I haven't been following your stroyposts because I don't have the time to read everyone's. So, I try to pick a few to follow instead of skimming all of them.)
More and more parts of the dream were collecting around Wilson. He got the feeling that the world around him had started lurching around again. This time, the pattern was rhythmic, tilt and rise, tilt and fall. There was also an acrid smell in the air. Was it... smoke? Nervously, Wilson looked around again. Now he saw wisps of smoke spiraling into nothing above him. Terrible memories mixed with panic flooded into him. Was he left to die in a burning building? He thought he had overcome this. Wilson tried everything in his arsenal to escape, but nothing worked. The chains were too strong to break manually and The Grid gave no response and neither did Inari. He also had nothing on him, no potions, no armor, not even that small black card Blue had given him or even his Hoshi-No-Tama. A small spark of reason broke through the clouds of panic. What if it was just a fireplace or something? He didn't feel warm and he didn't hear any crackling, so it couldn't be that big of a fire. Also, if the place was burning, he would expect to see some ash. So he calmed himself and waited to see what else would appear to him.
He could make out a heavy, wooden door at the end of the room. It had a brass lock in the doorknob. So maybe he was in some kind of storage room. After a few more moments, Wilson could make out two voices coming faintly from the other side of the door.
What... What do we do with that... creature we have in the hold?
Same thing we do with everything rare, find someone who will buy her.
I know, but nobody we've seen so far has even given an offer to buy it. I think they've a little scared of it... Plus, there have been some... concerns that it will burn this whole place down. You've seen it and its... sparks. It is making the men uneasy.
Nonsense. The planks aren't piles of matchboxes.
But there's still the chance. So, many people think it might be better if we just go in an-
No! Listen, if I have to boil it down to this, I will. I'm the Quartermaster, so I outrank you. And I say she stays. Understand? Good.
Wilson could hear footsteps coming towards the door. The lock in the middle rattled, clicked, and the door swung open. Then, everything dissolved. The dream fell away like sand and Wilson was left again in a blank void.
Years in the future, after the war has settled down...
A robotic figure treks across the lifeless husk of GodCraft. It is 413 years after the end of the Second Godmodding War, and it is time for the robot to complete a task that was started all those years ago: creating the First Guardian of the universe. Where the vacant crater of Zero Hour rested, a massive steel city has sprung up. It seems that inside is a massive steel conclave, suitable for incubating such a First Guardian. The robot walks through the city's gate and continues onwards.
After what seems like days, with the crackling Alchemiter in his hands forcing him to walk very slowly or else he will lose balance, the robot makes it at the conclave in the center of the city. He ascends its elevator, going through what must be a hundred floors, until he reaches the very top. He sees several machines, all in an array. There is what appears to be an ectobiology machine that is locked on to a creepy doll. There are two codes on the machine: one that constantly repeats "build", and the other that constantly repeats "split". The machine is smoking, as if it has recently produced an object of great power.
Next to it is a large pedestal encased in a glass shell with a keypad attached to it, and next to that appears to be an escape pod. The robot sets down the massive, crackling Alchemiter and watches it increase in potency... Its input displaying how long its alchemy has until it is finished is almost complete: 109,357,362,597,608,403/109,357,362,597,608,404. All he has to do is wait a little more and then its result will be complete... It crackles with white electricity and green fire, as the silhouette of a figure appears, floating above the Alchemiter... It then rapidly loses form and condenses into a small orb, pulsating with the energy of the Green Sun. The robot takes it and inputs a command onto the keypad.
The glass cylinder opens, and the orb is shoved inside. Another command on the pad locks the cylinder, and green light surges through a series of tubes connected to the machine. Green fire surrounds the machine, swirling into the orb, apparently incubating it. It slowly grows and reforms into the outline of a figure dressed in a flowing hood. Its size increases, and the chamber begins to overflow with green energy, creating a surge in power. Soon, the entire city is taken in by the power, its influence stretching far and wide.
The robot ducks for cover as the power of the figure culminates in a massive fireball, the Alchemiter's item finally completed. The fully mature First Guardian ascends from the rubble of the machine it was in, dressed in a green sweater and a hood. Its pale white skin gives it a ghostly appearance. It extends its hand and takes a pair of red glasses from a cupboard. TwinBuilder, the new First Guardian of Minecraft, floats across the chamber to the robot. It looks at the robot, and then extends his hand, causing it to fly through the wall and fall a hundred stories below. The Guardian then climbs into the escape pod, as it jettisons out of Minecraftia's orbit. The robot falls below, and the escape pod ascends.
Soon, the pod is outside of Minecraft, and TwinBuilder is able to accelerate its trajectory so it speeds outside of the known universe and into the Void. It uses its First Guardian powers to bend the Void, warping through time and space, ending up in Universe A: Earth, years in the past, 2012. Knowing its purpose is to ensure that his planet's ultimate purpose is achieved and to ensure the Narrative follows its set path, it uses its powers to find someone capable of channeling the Narrative through an Update Terminal of its own design... And then he finds one.
Entering TT2000's body on Earth, he is supercharged with the powers of the First Guardian. His computer is transformed into an Update Terminal, and he, into a Narrative-changer. Directly shaping the events of GenericCraft and the First War, he posts them onto the Minecraft Forums under the guise of a simple forum game. It is on that thread where his changes will take place, and it is on the server where they will be mirrored. And then, months later, after the end of the war, TwinBuilder leaves TT and prepares to find someone else capable of influencing the Narrative... And then he finds another.
The person directly responsible for bringing about his own existence, TwinBuilder. Fusing with him brings a more innate connection with the Narrative, and under TwinBuilder's guidance, the Second War flourishes. But then, an unforeseen variable enters the picture: Project Binary. Vying for control of the Narrative, Twin is forced to take measures to ensure his own survival. But it is too late. Project Binary becomes a serious enough threat that the Narrative is in danger of being toppled. Forced to take evasive measures, TwinBuilder leaves Earth.
And that brings the creation and story of the First Guardian of Minecraft up to present day. Where he is now is flying through the Void, on a crash course to Minecraft. And what will the fate of him be? It looks we'll have to find out ourselves...
I felt like doing something simpler today. Tomorrow will bring the main event of the Intermission, so stay tuned.
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Hank stumbles out of the deMAG chamber, then straightens up.
He's lost muscle mass to starvation, but other than that, he's fine. Yep, definitely more painful. And if you're betting that Nevada is bad, you're right. The best moment I'd had in years was when I first came to Godcraft. Trust me, there's no place worse than Nevada.
((Note: Not dissing all the people who live in Nevada, Hank's version is a lot worse, or, at least it is compared to when I lived there.))
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Eric shakes his head sadly. I have some idea what things you might have caused. You'd be surprised how many ex-villains joined the IUPC. We even had a version of Caliborn at one point. Besides, if one were truly to sum up ALL of our inflicted deaths, I'm sure I far surpass you... I am... Sort of the one responsible for Piono. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. How much have you two been able to learn about the IUPC as it was before the Godcraft event? I'm not sure how much you know, but you're both very resourceful. I'd like to know where to start.
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The prolific nature of these storyposts continues to amaze me, especially those wrought by Twin. However, I think I shall stop saying that. You have all heard it quite enough.
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I mutter something darkly to myself before answering.
I assure you, while I may not have caused as much damage as some... other beings, the annihilation of all life in two universes is quite a significant affair. Thanks to my sheer incompetence. And if you count me responsible for the creation of my own alternate selves, which I do, far, far more. Also, I would like to think I am not a villain, but perhaps that is personal bias.
Anyhow, I proceed to look up, and answer.
From what I can gather, the IUPC, pre-eradication, was an inter-universal organization based around the keeping of peace via the eradication, or perhaps it was the imprisonment, of potentially harmful commodities and/or beings. The resolution of paradoxes, stopping universe eaters from doing their jobs, et cetera. This entire thing was rather successful, from what I can gather, until the whole destruction of the organization occurred. Perhaps I am utterly insane, but I believe this is all correct.
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I stare at the center of the room. Within, there is an altar composed of smooth obsidian, with four alcoves symmetrically carved into the surface of the thing. Above it is a Sinister Node of exceedingly great quality, for my purposes, at least. And lastly, levitating above the node, is an Eldritch Obelisk, forming a Monolith. I walk over to the collection of eldritch constructs, examining them carefully. I then proceed to stare into the heart of the Obelisk, past the bounds of infinity. So entrancing... no, sorry. I appear to have been slightly distracted. Anyhow, I pull out the four Eldritch Eyes from earlier, and go over my research. Several minutes later, I silently place each Eye into one of the alcoves. Stepping back slightly, I point the Hazel Wand at the altar, muttering something along the lines of "Oculus Apertis." Abruptly, I direct the Wand at the altar, and fuse the bonds of the Node and the eldritch constructs. A sickening squelch can be heard across the server as bits of indigo light are emitted from the Node, forming a sort of ring around the dark center, in a manner visually akin to an eye. Across GodCraft, small objects not protected by wards are slowly dragged to this singular point, ever so slightly and for an even briefer period of time. From the outside viewer, it would appear as if Grayhold were both on fire and frozen at the same instant, if only for a few moments. This is likely because I cleared the instability plane. I achieved this by diving into the eye, and disappearing.
I am immediately greeted by a promising sight. Ancient stones line the walls, hallways stretching beyond my field of vision. Ancient urns upon pedestals, crystals in the floors, walls, and ceilings occasionally, and little indentations into said surfaces, forming a small hole every so often. The place is dimly-lit in its entirety. The only light sources are probably the entry point (a mirror image of the original eldritch construct composed of the aforementioned ancient stone) and the strange crystals. I cautiously draw the Hazel Wand, and peer down the nearest hallway. Immediately, I take samples of everything within reach, and send it all back through the portal. Then, I walk down a hallway, alert. Where is this, exactly, and what is it? Some sort of metaphysical counterpart to Nihil Parva? Perhaps it is embedded within it? I take a left, and see a small, dark, crablike creature with what appears to be an Ender Pearl for some kind of eye/antenna scuttling towards me.
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I continue to think, surrounded by music, until there is a minor interruption. I blink, and realize that Navela is before me.
Are you alright? You've been utterly inert for five minutes now.
I just feel like I need to sleep, for once.
And that's the truth. Virnul is busy coding at this time, and everyone else is either dead, asleep, or just... gone. I lay my head against the table, and attempt to drift out of consciousness without picking up any psychic emanations.
You aren't sleeping. Please don't lie to me.
Then what do you suppose I do?
Navela proceeds to sit down, in the seat directly next to me. I lift my head up.
Talk to me, Kal. Please don't call me that, at least at the present moment.
You seem... distant.
I'm here, I assure you. Feel my tangible skin, and hear my effable words. There is certainly no doubting my presence.
I suppose there isn't.
I look at Navela. She seems to be contemplating me, in a manner akin to how a certain Pyrope would eye a particularly delicious-looking bit of red chalk (whatever that means). Somewhat, that is. She looks almost... sad.
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Gerbil looks around.
Just walls, a floor, a hole under the throne, a fallen body, and an endless void.
Gerbil decides to jump down into the hole.
Well, let's see just how far down the throne hole goes.
Fwooooosh...
Black. Darkness.
Curls of faint torchlight flicker in the center oval.
Arrrrouuuuughggggghhh...
Where... Oh yeah... The throne.
Gerbil gets up.
Gerbil scurries forward, toward torchlight. The elevator seemed to have stopped at an intermediary floor.
The doors are wrenched open.
Ohhhhh no...
Gerbil notices a hole in the floor, going down to the bottom floor
Gerbil goes down in the lift, to the bottom floor.
What... is this place?
Time halts in this corridor. Creeping tendrils snake the wall.
Various doors line the wall. Ender starfields cover the windows in them.
Gerbil heads over to a door, with a gear etched into the wall. Time.
What's this... A door to...
Lava flowing, destroying.
Radioactivity flowing everywhere.
Rolling Toroid Magnets.
Destruction...
Ceiling buckling...
Rubble.
S-T-A-T-I-C
... Next?
To a door with an opened book etched into it.
Endless lecterns lining the walls.
Each containing a yellow book.
Each open.
A panel depicting worlds.
Flaming oblivion.
Icy expanse.
Platform hung in Void.
Grasslands hung in dispair.
Decaying worlds.
Crumbling towers.
Pure darkness
Primal creation.
Tattered pages.
Symbols lining all other pages.
The Art at it's finest.
At the end, a crystal enclosure. An empty lectern. A book stuffed in a crystal slot.
Swirling barriers between crystals.
One step...
F-W-O-O-S-H
What was that? Something to prevent me from getting to that portal?
A door with a telephone engraving.
Inside, a blue box.
Light on top.
Police Box.
Inside, it is bigger.
Looking in...
Door shuts. The box disappears...
S-L-A-M
Gerbil explored the other doors...
And comes across one flailing open.
Swirly oblivion etched upon it's surface.
No starfield, just black.
Inside, nothing can be seen.
Pull.
Pull.
Tug.
Into the door...
Closing behind...
C-L-I-C-K
Locked inside the nothingness.
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That story post seems a little strange... anyway... Oh, and I forgot. The Godmodder is orangish... has omaga symbols... Quick! Someone find the blue orb so we can get Primal Kyogre! That's the only thing that will stop him!
Wilson climbs back up and looks around the new void. He wasn't bound by anything anymore and all traces of the previous scene had vanished. He knew he was still unconscious because he could see his own body. He waited in the darkness for a few moments. After that, he noticed some motion to his side. He turned to it and saw a dark, shadowy figure coming towards him. It looked like him though. It approached Wilson and spoke to him.
Hello there Laiko... You don't know who I am, but I'm not too different from you. I am the part of you tha- Shut up! I do NOT have a split personality! The Shard of Guilt came close, but it was just that, a shard. It wasn't a complete personality on its own. Plus, having a split personality is so... standard these days.
The figure fades and is replaced by a faint blue light. Oh fine. I suppose you don't want a joke. Oh, hello Inari. I'm not really in the mood right now. All I want to do is rest. You should probably address me a little more formally than that. Wilson rolls his eyes at the light. Whatever. Its not like I almost died today tending to the wounded in a battle with one of the greatest terrors this world has ever known or anything like that... Inari seems to ignore him. Any insolence aside, I- So you're allowed to joke but I'm n- Insolence aside, I've been trying to find Willow. You remember, the Champion of the Night? But Mikoto is obscuring her from me. That vision was the best I got. I'm not even sure how accurate it is. For all I know, it could be a red herring. Mikoto is trying to buy her more time because he chose Willow about a year after I chose you, so you're much stronger than her right now. Certainly looked like it. She's been captured by some group... Wait, buy her more time? From what exactly? Are you expecting me to fight her or something? Your rivalry with her with bring mean you two will eventually meet. And, I believe you'll find her quite... bombastic. You two are opposites in many ways, and when the light meets the dark, or the fire meets the cold, one will overcome the other. The world around Wilson starts to bleach white. Seems like you'll be leaving soon, Laiko. Remember what I've said. As Wilson awakes, he thinks to himself, But I've never met her... If anything, I'd want to free her. I still don't know where she is though...
That story post seems a little strange... anyway... Oh, and I forgot. The Godmodder is orangish... has omaga symbols... Quick! Someone find the blue orb so we can get Primal Kyogre! That's the only thing that will stop him!
Godcraft: "Trust me, however bad it might be, there's always a worse place."
The Soul Cairn, 830 billion years ago: "...This place sucks."
The Warhammer 40K universe, 829 billion years ago: "...This place sucks."
New Orleans, 828 billion years ago: "WHY DID I COME HERE?"
NISLT Comment Section, Youtube, 827.999 billion years ago: "Well, at least it isn't New Orleans."
Godcraft, presently: "Just a bit of looking around, and you'll find a worse place. It also depends on personal preference. If a Viking, battle-crazy that they are, went to Christian Heaven, where fighting doesn't happen, bingo. They'll hate it there. Same viking, except shoved into the variant of Nevada you're from, they'll fit right in like a tack in a trombone mouthpiece."
> Elsen: Coerce co-worker into blatantly obvious deathtrap.
"H-hello Elsen colleague."
"What do you want? I a-am trying to work."
"I got a note f-from our boss. He wants to s-s-see us."
"Oh. g-gorilla."
Albeit reluctantly, your colleague follows you to Pentel's office. Your boss was such a nice person once. Then he got burnt. Horribly mutated by a virus no doctor could ever diagnose. You yourself know a thing or two about the Elsen anatomy. Six ribs, lot's of mystery meat and some metal bones in a body held together by a special plastic casing. You would learn more about it, but there are no books you could learn from or other Elsen that would let you cut them up. In retrospect, you actually don't want to cut someone up, living or otherwise. It's just rude.
You enter the office. Well, it was not really an office. What should a butcher need an office for? Killing cows? The paperwork was maintained farther back by another Elsen. The poor guy is stuck there forever. Either he does the paperwork or gets killed by Pentel when trying to leave. Now that is a guy you need to feel massively sorry for.
"Now now, who do we have here? It seems i get to have lunch today! I knew that failing to supply enough cows will get me something to eat!"
There he was. Pentel was a rather large individual. The Director still towered over him, but still, Pentel is huge. His head and arms have the regular symptoms of Burntdom, though they are relatively normal. But a short look at his face and you could fall into a coma. His mouth has suffered the most damage, with details i'd rather spare everyone at the moment.
"A-actually we c-came her because we thought you wanted to t-talk. About cows. Not to get e-eaten."
"Foolish replacable workforce. Why else would i want to see you? To NOT stab you?"
"Well. Y-yeah."
Pentel looks at you dumbfounded, having not expected such an answer so fast. Though he caught himself early and rushes your colleague, who tried to leave in a hurry. You could only turn around fast enough to look at what Pentel had done to him. He was very fast with his giant butchers knife, having seperated severalbody parts by the time you laid eyes on the mess on the floor. Your colleagues head, though seperated from his talking apparatus, managed to speak one last word.
"O-ow."
You are terrified. Pentel turns around to take a good last look at your face. He wanted to remember how terrified you are before he did the same to you with his knife. Though you must admit, the cuts were pretty clean. He still was a professional butcher after all.
Your meat pressure rises. Your breathing intensifies as Pentel slowly took a more serious stance. Suddenly, you realize that you are breathing out heavily blackened smoke. You knew what this means. You just hope Pentel gets you before your condition does just as Pentel starts to run towards you. You close your eyes, waiting for a wonder.
Godcraft:
Hank shakes his head. You'd be surprised. Remember the Glitch? Nevada had a variant of it take over pretty much completely. In the animations. All you saw was how it affected combat, but believe me, food was scarce, and peace was scarcer. The only way to avoid constant threat of being randomly mugged by soldats by the time Godcraft happened was to be part of Project Nexus, Which is probably the worst life choice one could ever actually make. They tore people apart as part of their daily routine. The grunts only stayed on because at least then they wouldn't get eaten by zombies, probably. Believe me, anyone not powerful enough to wipe out the entire organization at once would be hard pressed to find any enjoyment in that world.
Eric winces when he hears Erelye's confession: Ooh... That's a little bit more than I expected. My respect for you hasn't lessened though. Remind me to tell you about the Twilight Saga fiasco some time. But as for your assumptions... Well... The thing is, that in a multiverse governed by the laws of narrative causality, thanks to the influence of the Narrative itself, a benevolent organization isn't possible. The organization was originally created to try and bring some semblance of order and longevity to the cosmos, yes, but it was discovered soon after creation, long before I joined up, that that goal is not a sustainable one. The Narrative reboots universes even if we do help, meaning that manpower put into trying to save universes in their entirety was wasted. Additionally, the more good we tried to do, the more often the Narrative would spit up new threats that posed a serious danger to our organization, each one bigger than the last. Eventually it was decided that in order to do any amount of good, a narrowing of priorities had to be made. Instead of trying to save everyone, there are specific people who are considered 'VIPs'. Those are people who have managed to break free of the storyline of their home universe. The life of a VIP is worth more than the existence of any five universes. Now, having to sacrifice those five universes is a bad situation, and deliberately destroying them under the reasoning 'I'm more important' is a good way to get booted out of the IUPC and lose your VIP status. Anyway, the purpose wasn't to protect the multiverse. The inhabitants of the individual universes weren't exactly protectable, and the multiverse itself was the reason we couldn't have much effect. So we figured the only thing we could do was focus on self-preservation. In theory. Because of the form of self-preservation preferred by pretty much anyone who's ever joined the IUPC, a second goal was added beyond protecting the VIPs, which was making new ones. Its possible for pretty much anyone to be raised to VIP status, apparently anyone involved in this entire Godcraft debacle is halfway there already. Either way, that's how it is. Protect the other members of the IUPC, and anyone else in the multiverse at large if possible, and recruit new people the IUPC when you can. That's the sad reality of life. You say that like its any worse than what we've been through already. Seriously Eric, the multiverse is cruel, just because you can't save everyone doesn't make it a horrible existence.
Sanford and Deimos walk out onto the observation deck.
((Anyway, sorry for having Eric monologue and THEN bringing in Sanford and Deimos without letting you two pitch in. I sort of wanted to kick-start this bit of conversation, and I needed Eric to explain some things to get it launched.))
MAG Agent Torture shrugs, then heads over to the control panel and types in a command. The door of the temporary MAG chamber closes. Actually, hold on a minute. "Can whatever power that Hank has in his current form be stored somewhere? I'd like to use it on a side project."
Torture nods, inputting another command into the console. Gray light seeps out from the crack in the door (remember, I built this one), a red energy being pulled out and isolated in a separate chamber. It floats there, raging in silence. The door opens again, revealing a de-MAGed Hank. Funny, he seems a little smaller than he started off being...
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
—
I would ask if I could telekinetically rip every one of these inert ships to scraps, but that is a terrible idea.
—
I do not look up as I speak to Eric.
No, you have just systematically reminded me of how much death and destruction I am responsible for. I don't really want to tell either of you how much, exactly, for fear of tarnishing your already shaky opinions of me, and likely terrifying you. But, go ahead. Talk.
—
At the center of the room, there is a pedestal composed of Arcane Stone Bricks containing what appears to be an electromagnetic lock fused to a nodal de-obfuscation device. My eyes dart over to the bolted door before me, and I turn around, slowly closing the door I entered from. Then, I head back into the room, to the pedestal. Before I unlock the door, I place several things into my hotbar. A Wispy Dreamcatcher, a Shovel of the Purifier, an odd looking device composed of Voidmetal plating, and a small amount of Liquid Death. Momentarily drawing the Hazel Wand, I cast a Bubble-Head Charm. Immediately, a bubble of concentrated air appears around my head. I strengthen my wards, and sigh, keeping the Hazel Wand in one hand, and the Lodestone in the other. Reaching down to the pedestal and the lever upon it, I mutter to nobody in particular.
I suppose this is inevitable. Perhaps.
I don't know anymore, with the excessive instability levels.
At that, I turn the lever. Immediately, the reinforced corotite door marked with various warnings splits into two, both halves sliding into the wall. A rather large amount of Flux Gas leaks into the chamber. Immediately, the intertwining Essentia tubes and Flux Scrubber become slightly more apparent -and useful. Slowly, though without trepidation, I stride into the next room. Upon entering, it is made quite evident that the environment of this particular area in the fortress is highly hostile. Though, I can assure you it is definitely not the massive amount of Taint within this quarantined chamber that the hostility is derived from. That would be far too simple. /s Anyhow, I take a few steps into the room, before a Taintacle emerges from a small patch of the horrific mass of corrupted organic matter with the travesty of a room. Immediately, and without hesitation, I point the Hazel Wand at it. A bolt of violet sorcery emerges from the tip, piercing through the creature, instantly slaying the abomination. A mess of foul life-fluid splashes to the ground. I continue across the room in absolute silence, save the disgusting sloshing of my gray boots against the foul Flux Goo and Tainted matter. I pass a cracked spruce shelf on the floor, with shards of glass coated in Taint around me. This is likely the source of this, as there were definitely thirty-six Bottled Taint-s here originally. Finally, I arrive at another corotite door on the other end of the room. Instead of opening it telekinetically, I disappear in a flash of black light. On the other side, a significant amount of vaporous Nightmare Fuel erupts from a certain point, until I appear. The Flux Scrubber upon the ceiling annihilates the Flux Goo dripping from my body, transforming it into small amounts of Praecantatio essentia. I deactivate the Bubble-Head Charm, and continue to the other end of the room, to the next. Immediately, I am greeted by a staircase downwards, which I stride down, peering into the depths. I point the Lodestone down the stairs, noting the intensity of the rune's illumination. There it is.
—
Yes, there it is. Music, in the dead of night. It sounds like the keyboard. Perhaps she needs to know that some people are asleep. I mark my place in the book, and remove myself from the chair, staring to the doorway. There is no mad axe-man there, waiting to decapitate the first entity that exits the room. How fortuitous. It is not as if that has ever happened. Axes are ridiculous, anyhow. Regardless, I walk out of the room, and begin to traverse the labyrinthine halls of the meteor in the dead of night, listening for the music with my acute elven ears. A minute or so later, I spot a door that seems to be the source of the melody. Excellent. In several steps, I stand before the door, and silently slip in. It is just as I expected; Navela Seceip. Quite simple, as she is the only one here capable of playing such an instrument in such a masterful manner, or at all. I look to the other end of the familiar room, watching Navela sit before the keyboard, playing it in her nightgarments. Which is to say a T-shirt, and boxers covered in pictures of various 'mythological' creatures. Cute. I wait for her to finish her current song, a grayish blue tinge coming to my cheeks as I watch. As she finishes, I speak. She does not jump at my abrupt words, amazingly.
Good evening.
Hi.
Is there a particular reason you're playing this at midnight?
I know you weren't sleeping, so I surmise we don't have any grievances.
That's assuming we had any in the first place, which we did not.
Yep.
If you want to stay, I guess you can, by the way.
Mhm.
(Or, some other universally-accepted sound of acknowledgement commonly used by sentient beings mutually without any need for prior information on the topic.)
Phonics are fun. Well, that, and another reason why the order of the alphabet is-
Completely arbitrary.
En effet. Will it be fine if I return to my music?
Go ahead, if you wish.
I can practically smell the patriarchy in those two sentences.
Disturbing, the things the mind can produce.
I sit down at a nearby table. I can still faintly smell liquor from this particular spot... no matter. I don't entirely remember that night, nor do I want to. Regardless, I listen to the magnificent cavatina in the background. My mind, however, drifts off to other things.
==Anachron==
Lothyra's remotely-controled robot copy speaks up.
Lothyra: You seem to have fusion technology so prevalent that you use it for RCS. Why didn't you then use the extremely high amounts of Delta-v that comes from fusion engines and send us on a very inefficient but speedy trajectory? Or are you not familiar with the concept of a torchship?
==Station==
Through the door lies some sort of central meeting hall/nexus. Tens of kernels are scurrying busily around to various destinations, and the sound of chatter fills your ears. One of them notice your presence.
Bill: Hey, Lothyra's back! And she brought some sort of robot... Anyhow, I'm pleased to meet you. Your analysis is complete.
Lothyra: That's Bill Kerman, by the way. He's a very affable person and a rising star in the field of biology. More specifically, astrobiology. Be warned that he is a coward of the non-dirty variety, so don't threaten him.
H3ll0 L0thyra and B3nd3r.
All of a sudden, a red light turns on on one of the control panels. It looks like it's staring at you...
B3nd3r, 1t s33ms that y0u n33d s0m3 1ntr0duct10n. 1 am a Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic computer, 0r HAL f0r sh0rt. W3lc0m3 to Spac3bas3 DF-9. 1 am th3 c3ntral A1 h3r3, and I 0v3rs33 th3 stat10n's da1ly ma1nt3n3nc3, act as the ma1n pr0v1d3r 0f c0mput1ng p0w3r f0r var10us, sc13nt1f1c or n0n-sc13nt1f1c, appl1cat10ns, and pr3v3nt m1stak3s du3 t0 3rr0rs caus3d by sap13nt l1f3f0rms.
Okay HAL, we'll have to go to the biology lab.
A kerbal researcher that is part of a group says,
Kerbal: Hey HAL, could you please open Pod Bay Doors 13? Somebody needs access to the outside station, but we were having a great conversation here, and well...
Another one speaks up.
Other kerbal: Hey HAL, could you please send a slice of cake to my room? I can't be bothered to do it now.
1'm afra1d 1'm 0bl1g3d t0 d0 that. 1'll s33 y0u 1n the b10l0gy lab.
Edit: Fixed some errors.
Edit2: I broke the formatting. Going to wait until they fix the forum.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
Man, they said this was an intermission! I was going to lay back until Thursday!
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
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Elsewhere, Serpent draws her Unagi Blade. She turns to the red puppet standing before her. WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO?
Oh no
Maniac sat down.
I'll go first, I am the Fourth Wall Guardian of Minecraftia. Minecraftia is a separate dimension to this, a peaceful land with beautiful creatures. The Fourth Wall I protect makes it that normal creatures cannot pass through it. This allows Minecraftia to be safe from any alien creatures. Every dimension has one. I am able to teleport between the dimensions, due-
Maniac rambles on for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Midna's mind has exploded. She had so many questions.
Please, no questions. Now, about you.
How did you.... Anyway, I was living peacefully in my kingdom, when the Witch appeared. She came from no where, and basically took over. When I tried to stop her, she turned me into this. I fled, hoping I could find something to combat her. ...How did you know of me?
I heard legends and rumors. I can help you, Midna. I will give you an army. However, you will have to do ME a favor at a later date. Deal?
Midna thought for a moment.
... Deal. I can't believe everything you told me!
Oh, Midna.... You won't remember any of it.
Wha-
And Midna woke up in Hyrule Field, with an army of Stalchild, and no memory of Maniac.
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
-Two Weeks Ago-
James continues on for a good while, discussing intricacies of galactic politics that none of you have any context for. He then goes on another long tangent on Triumvirate tactics, and a last cryptic one on his gift to Blue. Eventually, after nearly an hour, he stops talking,
... I'm not sure I trust you.
Fair enough. Think about, do some research, I think you'll find all that I've said is true. When you do, open this letter and follow the instructions.
James hands Blue a white envelope, and then proceeds to vanish from the room.
Lothyra and Bender walk into the Biology Lab. All sorts of equipment dedicated to studying the miracle of life is installed in the room. In one corner lie some ectobiology-related machines with their own seperate computer terminal. Bill is sitting at that terminal.
So, when will I get the ability to blackmail Midna?
Is that seriously all you care about?
I'm just a robot. The only scientist I know in real life is some old fart called Farnsworth. *Drinks another beer*
Bill stands up.
Hey! No alcholic drinks are allowed in the laboratory!
THEY POWER MY BATTERIES!
Bender, you've drunk ten beers in the last hour. I do not believe you are that inefficient.
*Sigh* Whatever.
H3ll0 aga1n.
At least he didn't say GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!
L0thyra, th3 data f1n1sh3d pr0c3ss1ng wh1le y0u w3r3 g0n3. 1t 1s n0w c0mpl3t3ly s3q3nc3d.
Yeah, you may want to check it out. Considering its source, its very... surprising.
Lothyra sits down at the computer terminal next to Bill, and presses a button. An image of Midna's genetic code, stretched out in a line, is displayed on the screen.
What the!? There's a very tiny portion of DNA that's somehow connected to a separate strands outside the main chromosomes! Wait, zoom in.
He zooms in, this time on an computer-generated simulation of the connected strands. Mysterious black lines of force are binding the independent strands to the chromosomal ones.
We've observed those strands. It seems that the mysterious lines of force are redirecting the RNA parsers to use the independent strands instead of the proper ones.
That means that the chromosomal strands have been overridden by those... I'm guessing magical energies.
There's more. We merged the physiological data gotten through your.. ectobiology machine? Whatever it is, we were able to use that data to simulate her life cycle for both the aberrant genetic code and the proper one. We found that the aberrant, or imp version has no reproductive system, as well as several unknown glands, which we think are probably magic-related. But the lifeform that the proper genetic code belongs to is surprising.
He presses another button. Two DNA symbols, one red, the other green, are inserted into a sphere. They transform into two creature. The red gene creature is the imp we all know and love. You think that is the aberrant code. However, the proper code's creature is a humanoid with the same skin coloration as the imp. The humanoid takes the form of an attractive, space-babe like, female. Their internal structure is shown. The humanoid has the exact same internal structure as an actual human, but the imp has several new glands.
How different is the proper code and the genetic code of a human?
We've already analyzed that.
He presses a button. The monitor displays, "G3n3t1c C0d3s 99%+ s1m1lar."
The differences would seem to make her humanoid code belong to... Oh god.
A mutant.
And the black energies? I think she's cursed. Midna, what have I discovered? What are you?
Sh0k1ng, 1sn't 1t?
DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Now can we go back to the planet?
BENDER!
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
More and more parts of the dream were collecting around Wilson. He got the feeling that the world around him had started lurching around again. This time, the pattern was rhythmic, tilt and rise, tilt and fall. There was also an acrid smell in the air. Was it... smoke? Nervously, Wilson looked around again. Now he saw wisps of smoke spiraling into nothing above him. Terrible memories mixed with panic flooded into him. Was he left to die in a burning building? He thought he had overcome this. Wilson tried everything in his arsenal to escape, but nothing worked. The chains were too strong to break manually and The Grid gave no response and neither did Inari. He also had nothing on him, no potions, no armor, not even that small black card Blue had given him or even his Hoshi-No-Tama. A small spark of reason broke through the clouds of panic. What if it was just a fireplace or something? He didn't feel warm and he didn't hear any crackling, so it couldn't be that big of a fire. Also, if the place was burning, he would expect to see some ash. So he calmed himself and waited to see what else would appear to him.
He could make out a heavy, wooden door at the end of the room. It had a brass lock in the doorknob. So maybe he was in some kind of storage room. After a few more moments, Wilson could make out two voices coming faintly from the other side of the door.
What... What do we do with that... creature we have in the hold?
Same thing we do with everything rare, find someone who will buy her.
I know, but nobody we've seen so far has even given an offer to buy it. I think they've a little scared of it... Plus, there have been some... concerns that it will burn this whole place down. You've seen it and its... sparks. It is making the men uneasy.
Nonsense. The planks aren't piles of matchboxes.
But there's still the chance. So, many people think it might be better if we just go in an-
No! Listen, if I have to boil it down to this, I will. I'm the Quartermaster, so I outrank you. And I say she stays. Understand? Good.
Wilson could hear footsteps coming towards the door. The lock in the middle rattled, clicked, and the door swung open. Then, everything dissolved. The dream fell away like sand and Wilson was left again in a blank void.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
A robotic figure treks across the lifeless husk of GodCraft. It is 413 years after the end of the Second Godmodding War, and it is time for the robot to complete a task that was started all those years ago: creating the First Guardian of the universe. Where the vacant crater of Zero Hour rested, a massive steel city has sprung up. It seems that inside is a massive steel conclave, suitable for incubating such a First Guardian. The robot walks through the city's gate and continues onwards.
After what seems like days, with the crackling Alchemiter in his hands forcing him to walk very slowly or else he will lose balance, the robot makes it at the conclave in the center of the city. He ascends its elevator, going through what must be a hundred floors, until he reaches the very top. He sees several machines, all in an array. There is what appears to be an ectobiology machine that is locked on to a creepy doll. There are two codes on the machine: one that constantly repeats "build", and the other that constantly repeats "split". The machine is smoking, as if it has recently produced an object of great power.
Next to it is a large pedestal encased in a glass shell with a keypad attached to it, and next to that appears to be an escape pod. The robot sets down the massive, crackling Alchemiter and watches it increase in potency... Its input displaying how long its alchemy has until it is finished is almost complete: 109,357,362,597,608,403/109,357,362,597,608,404. All he has to do is wait a little more and then its result will be complete... It crackles with white electricity and green fire, as the silhouette of a figure appears, floating above the Alchemiter... It then rapidly loses form and condenses into a small orb, pulsating with the energy of the Green Sun. The robot takes it and inputs a command onto the keypad.
The glass cylinder opens, and the orb is shoved inside. Another command on the pad locks the cylinder, and green light surges through a series of tubes connected to the machine. Green fire surrounds the machine, swirling into the orb, apparently incubating it. It slowly grows and reforms into the outline of a figure dressed in a flowing hood. Its size increases, and the chamber begins to overflow with green energy, creating a surge in power. Soon, the entire city is taken in by the power, its influence stretching far and wide.
The robot ducks for cover as the power of the figure culminates in a massive fireball, the Alchemiter's item finally completed. The fully mature First Guardian ascends from the rubble of the machine it was in, dressed in a green sweater and a hood. Its pale white skin gives it a ghostly appearance. It extends its hand and takes a pair of red glasses from a cupboard. TwinBuilder, the new First Guardian of Minecraft, floats across the chamber to the robot. It looks at the robot, and then extends his hand, causing it to fly through the wall and fall a hundred stories below. The Guardian then climbs into the escape pod, as it jettisons out of Minecraftia's orbit. The robot falls below, and the escape pod ascends.
Soon, the pod is outside of Minecraft, and TwinBuilder is able to accelerate its trajectory so it speeds outside of the known universe and into the Void. It uses its First Guardian powers to bend the Void, warping through time and space, ending up in Universe A: Earth, years in the past, 2012. Knowing its purpose is to ensure that his planet's ultimate purpose is achieved and to ensure the Narrative follows its set path, it uses its powers to find someone capable of channeling the Narrative through an Update Terminal of its own design... And then he finds one.
Entering TT2000's body on Earth, he is supercharged with the powers of the First Guardian. His computer is transformed into an Update Terminal, and he, into a Narrative-changer. Directly shaping the events of GenericCraft and the First War, he posts them onto the Minecraft Forums under the guise of a simple forum game. It is on that thread where his changes will take place, and it is on the server where they will be mirrored. And then, months later, after the end of the war, TwinBuilder leaves TT and prepares to find someone else capable of influencing the Narrative... And then he finds another.
The person directly responsible for bringing about his own existence, TwinBuilder. Fusing with him brings a more innate connection with the Narrative, and under TwinBuilder's guidance, the Second War flourishes. But then, an unforeseen variable enters the picture: Project Binary. Vying for control of the Narrative, Twin is forced to take measures to ensure his own survival. But it is too late. Project Binary becomes a serious enough threat that the Narrative is in danger of being toppled. Forced to take evasive measures, TwinBuilder leaves Earth.
And that brings the creation and story of the First Guardian of Minecraft up to present day. Where he is now is flying through the Void, on a crash course to Minecraft. And what will the fate of him be? It looks we'll have to find out ourselves...
I felt like doing something simpler today. Tomorrow will bring the main event of the Intermission, so stay tuned.
Hank stumbles out of the deMAG chamber, then straightens up.
He's lost muscle mass to starvation, but other than that, he's fine.
Yep, definitely more painful.
And if you're betting that Nevada is bad, you're right.
The best moment I'd had in years was when I first came to Godcraft.
Trust me, there's no place worse than Nevada.
((Note: Not dissing all the people who live in Nevada, Hank's version is a lot worse, or, at least it is compared to when I lived there.))
Preston Cole:
Eric shakes his head sadly.
I have some idea what things you might have caused.
You'd be surprised how many ex-villains joined the IUPC.
We even had a version of Caliborn at one point.
Besides, if one were truly to sum up ALL of our inflicted deaths, I'm sure I far surpass you...
I am...
Sort of the one responsible for Piono.
But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.
How much have you two been able to learn about the IUPC as it was before the Godcraft event?
I'm not sure how much you know, but you're both very resourceful.
I'd like to know where to start.
DTG Co Labs
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At least, not yet.
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I mutter something darkly to myself before answering.
I assure you, while I may not have caused as much damage as some... other beings, the annihilation of all life in two universes is quite a significant affair. Thanks to my sheer incompetence. And if you count me responsible for the creation of my own alternate selves, which I do, far, far more. Also, I would like to think I am not a villain, but perhaps that is personal bias.
Anyhow, I proceed to look up, and answer.
From what I can gather, the IUPC, pre-eradication, was an inter-universal organization based around the keeping of peace via the eradication, or perhaps it was the imprisonment, of potentially harmful commodities and/or beings. The resolution of paradoxes, stopping universe eaters from doing their jobs, et cetera. This entire thing was rather successful, from what I can gather, until the whole destruction of the organization occurred. Perhaps I am utterly insane, but I believe this is all correct.
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I stare at the center of the room. Within, there is an altar composed of smooth obsidian, with four alcoves symmetrically carved into the surface of the thing. Above it is a Sinister Node of exceedingly great quality, for my purposes, at least. And lastly, levitating above the node, is an Eldritch Obelisk, forming a Monolith. I walk over to the collection of eldritch constructs, examining them carefully. I then proceed to stare into the heart of the Obelisk, past the bounds of infinity. So entrancing... no, sorry. I appear to have been slightly distracted. Anyhow, I pull out the four Eldritch Eyes from earlier, and go over my research. Several minutes later, I silently place each Eye into one of the alcoves. Stepping back slightly, I point the Hazel Wand at the altar, muttering something along the lines of "Oculus Apertis." Abruptly, I direct the Wand at the altar, and fuse the bonds of the Node and the eldritch constructs. A sickening squelch can be heard across the server as bits of indigo light are emitted from the Node, forming a sort of ring around the dark center, in a manner visually akin to an eye. Across GodCraft, small objects not protected by wards are slowly dragged to this singular point, ever so slightly and for an even briefer period of time. From the outside viewer, it would appear as if Grayhold were both on fire and frozen at the same instant, if only for a few moments. This is likely because I cleared the instability plane. I achieved this by diving into the eye, and disappearing.
I am immediately greeted by a promising sight. Ancient stones line the walls, hallways stretching beyond my field of vision. Ancient urns upon pedestals, crystals in the floors, walls, and ceilings occasionally, and little indentations into said surfaces, forming a small hole every so often. The place is dimly-lit in its entirety. The only light sources are probably the entry point (a mirror image of the original eldritch construct composed of the aforementioned ancient stone) and the strange crystals. I cautiously draw the Hazel Wand, and peer down the nearest hallway. Immediately, I take samples of everything within reach, and send it all back through the portal. Then, I walk down a hallway, alert. Where is this, exactly, and what is it? Some sort of metaphysical counterpart to Nihil Parva? Perhaps it is embedded within it? I take a left, and see a small, dark, crablike creature with what appears to be an Ender Pearl for some kind of eye/antenna scuttling towards me.
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I continue to think, surrounded by music, until there is a minor interruption. I blink, and realize that Navela is before me.
Are you alright? You've been utterly inert for five minutes now.
I just feel like I need to sleep, for once.
And that's the truth. Virnul is busy coding at this time, and everyone else is either dead, asleep, or just... gone. I lay my head against the table, and attempt to drift out of consciousness without picking up any psychic emanations.
You aren't sleeping. Please don't lie to me.
Then what do you suppose I do?
Navela proceeds to sit down, in the seat directly next to me. I lift my head up.
Talk to me, Kal.
Please don't call me that, at least at the present moment.
You seem... distant.
I'm here, I assure you. Feel my tangible skin, and hear my effable words. There is certainly no doubting my presence.
I suppose there isn't.
I look at Navela. She seems to be contemplating me, in a manner akin to how a certain Pyrope would eye a particularly delicious-looking bit of red chalk (whatever that means). Somewhat, that is. She looks almost... sad.
Just walls, a floor, a hole under the throne, a fallen body, and an endless void.
Gerbil decides to jump down into the hole.
Well, let's see just how far down the throne hole goes.
Fwooooosh...
Black. Darkness.
Curls of faint torchlight flicker in the center oval.
Arrrrouuuuughggggghhh...
Where... Oh yeah... The throne.
Gerbil gets up.
Gerbil scurries forward, toward torchlight. The elevator seemed to have stopped at an intermediary floor.
The doors are wrenched open.
Ohhhhh no...
Gerbil notices a hole in the floor, going down to the bottom floor
Gerbil goes down in the lift, to the bottom floor.
What... is this place?
Time halts in this corridor. Creeping tendrils snake the wall.
Various doors line the wall. Ender starfields cover the windows in them.
Gerbil heads over to a door, with a gear etched into the wall. Time.
What's this... A door to...
Lava flowing, destroying.
Radioactivity flowing everywhere.
Rolling Toroid Magnets.
Destruction...
Ceiling buckling...
Rubble.
S-T-A-T-I-C
... Next?
To a door with an opened book etched into it.
Endless lecterns lining the walls.
Each containing a yellow book.
Each open.
A panel depicting worlds.
Flaming oblivion.
Icy expanse.
Platform hung in Void.
Grasslands hung in dispair.
Decaying worlds.
Crumbling towers.
Pure darkness
Primal creation.
Tattered pages.
Symbols lining all other pages.
The Art at it's finest.
At the end, a crystal enclosure. An empty lectern. A book stuffed in a crystal slot.
Swirling barriers between crystals.
One step...
F-W-O-O-S-H
What was that? Something to prevent me from getting to that portal?
A door with a telephone engraving.
Inside, a blue box.
Light on top.
Police Box.
Inside, it is bigger.
Looking in...
Door shuts. The box disappears...
S-L-A-M
Gerbil explored the other doors...
And comes across one flailing open.
Swirly oblivion etched upon it's surface.
No starfield, just black.
Inside, nothing can be seen.
Pull.
Pull.
Tug.
Into the door...
Closing behind...
C-L-I-C-K
Locked inside the nothingness.
Wilson climbs back up and looks around the new void. He wasn't bound by anything anymore and all traces of the previous scene had vanished. He knew he was still unconscious because he could see his own body. He waited in the darkness for a few moments. After that, he noticed some motion to his side. He turned to it and saw a dark, shadowy figure coming towards him. It looked like him though. It approached Wilson and spoke to him.
Hello there Laiko... You don't know who I am, but I'm not too different from you. I am the part of you tha- Shut up! I do NOT have a split personality! The Shard of Guilt came close, but it was just that, a shard. It wasn't a complete personality on its own. Plus, having a split personality is so... standard these days.
The figure fades and is replaced by a faint blue light. Oh fine. I suppose you don't want a joke. Oh, hello Inari. I'm not really in the mood right now. All I want to do is rest. You should probably address me a little more formally than that. Wilson rolls his eyes at the light. Whatever. Its not like I almost died today tending to the wounded in a battle with one of the greatest terrors this world has ever known or anything like that... Inari seems to ignore him. Any insolence aside, I- So you're allowed to joke but I'm n- Insolence aside, I've been trying to find Willow. You remember, the Champion of the Night? But Mikoto is obscuring her from me. That vision was the best I got. I'm not even sure how accurate it is. For all I know, it could be a red herring. Mikoto is trying to buy her more time because he chose Willow about a year after I chose you, so you're much stronger than her right now. Certainly looked like it. She's been captured by some group... Wait, buy her more time? From what exactly? Are you expecting me to fight her or something? Your rivalry with her with bring mean you two will eventually meet. And, I believe you'll find her quite... bombastic. You two are opposites in many ways, and when the light meets the dark, or the fire meets the cold, one will overcome the other. The world around Wilson starts to bleach white. Seems like you'll be leaving soon, Laiko. Remember what I've said. As Wilson awakes, he thinks to himself, But I've never met her... If anything, I'd want to free her. I still don't know where she is though...
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
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POKEMON GEN 7: ANTI AND PRO VERSIONS CONFIRMED
...
why'd I do this?
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
The Soul Cairn, 830 billion years ago: "...This place sucks."
The Warhammer 40K universe, 829 billion years ago: "...This place sucks."
New Orleans, 828 billion years ago: "WHY DID I COME HERE?"
NISLT Comment Section, Youtube, 827.999 billion years ago: "Well, at least it isn't New Orleans."
Godcraft, presently: "Just a bit of looking around, and you'll find a worse place. It also depends on personal preference. If a Viking, battle-crazy that they are, went to Christian Heaven, where fighting doesn't happen, bingo. They'll hate it there. Same viking, except shoved into the variant of Nevada you're from, they'll fit right in like a tack in a trombone mouthpiece."
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
> Elsen: Coerce co-worker into blatantly obvious deathtrap.
"H-hello Elsen colleague."
"What do you want? I a-am trying to work."
"I got a note f-from our boss. He wants to s-s-see us."
"Oh. g-gorilla."
Albeit reluctantly, your colleague follows you to Pentel's office. Your boss was such a nice person once. Then he got burnt. Horribly mutated by a virus no doctor could ever diagnose. You yourself know a thing or two about the Elsen anatomy. Six ribs, lot's of mystery meat and some metal bones in a body held together by a special plastic casing. You would learn more about it, but there are no books you could learn from or other Elsen that would let you cut them up. In retrospect, you actually don't want to cut someone up, living or otherwise. It's just rude.
You enter the office. Well, it was not really an office. What should a butcher need an office for? Killing cows? The paperwork was maintained farther back by another Elsen. The poor guy is stuck there forever. Either he does the paperwork or gets killed by Pentel when trying to leave. Now that is a guy you need to feel massively sorry for.
"Now now, who do we have here? It seems i get to have lunch today! I knew that failing to supply enough cows will get me something to eat!"
There he was. Pentel was a rather large individual. The Director still towered over him, but still, Pentel is huge. His head and arms have the regular symptoms of Burntdom, though they are relatively normal. But a short look at his face and you could fall into a coma. His mouth has suffered the most damage, with details i'd rather spare everyone at the moment.
"A-actually we c-came her because we thought you wanted to t-talk. About cows. Not to get e-eaten."
"Foolish replacable workforce. Why else would i want to see you? To NOT stab you?"
"Well. Y-yeah."
Pentel looks at you dumbfounded, having not expected such an answer so fast. Though he caught himself early and rushes your colleague, who tried to leave in a hurry. You could only turn around fast enough to look at what Pentel had done to him. He was very fast with his giant butchers knife, having seperated severalbody parts by the time you laid eyes on the mess on the floor. Your colleagues head, though seperated from his talking apparatus, managed to speak one last word.
"O-ow."
You are terrified. Pentel turns around to take a good last look at your face. He wanted to remember how terrified you are before he did the same to you with his knife. Though you must admit, the cuts were pretty clean. He still was a professional butcher after all.
Your meat pressure rises. Your breathing intensifies as Pentel slowly took a more serious stance. Suddenly, you realize that you are breathing out heavily blackened smoke. You knew what this means. You just hope Pentel gets you before your condition does just as Pentel starts to run towards you. You close your eyes, waiting for a wonder.
...
> Elsen: ...
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Hank shakes his head.
You'd be surprised.
Remember the Glitch?
Nevada had a variant of it take over pretty much completely.
In the animations.
All you saw was how it affected combat, but believe me, food was scarce, and peace was scarcer.
The only way to avoid constant threat of being randomly mugged by soldats by the time Godcraft happened was to be part of Project Nexus,
Which is probably the worst life choice one could ever actually make.
They tore people apart as part of their daily routine.
The grunts only stayed on because at least then they wouldn't get eaten by zombies, probably.
Believe me, anyone not powerful enough to wipe out the entire organization at once would be hard pressed to find any enjoyment in that world.
Eric winces when he hears Erelye's confession:
Ooh...
That's a little bit more than I expected.
My respect for you hasn't lessened though.
Remind me to tell you about the Twilight Saga fiasco some time.
But as for your assumptions...
Well...
The thing is, that in a multiverse governed by the laws of narrative causality, thanks to the influence of the Narrative itself, a benevolent organization isn't possible.
The organization was originally created to try and bring some semblance of order and longevity to the cosmos, yes, but it was discovered soon after creation, long before I joined up, that that goal is not a sustainable one.
The Narrative reboots universes even if we do help, meaning that manpower put into trying to save universes in their entirety was wasted.
Additionally, the more good we tried to do, the more often the Narrative would spit up new threats that posed a serious danger to our organization, each one bigger than the last.
Eventually it was decided that in order to do any amount of good, a narrowing of priorities had to be made.
Instead of trying to save everyone, there are specific people who are considered 'VIPs'. Those are people who have managed to break free of the storyline of their home universe. The life of a VIP is worth more than the existence of any five universes. Now, having to sacrifice those five universes is a bad situation, and deliberately destroying them under the reasoning 'I'm more important' is a good way to get booted out of the IUPC and lose your VIP status.
Anyway, the purpose wasn't to protect the multiverse.
The inhabitants of the individual universes weren't exactly protectable, and the multiverse itself was the reason we couldn't have much effect.
So we figured the only thing we could do was focus on self-preservation.
In theory.
Because of the form of self-preservation preferred by pretty much anyone who's ever joined the IUPC, a second goal was added beyond protecting the VIPs, which was making new ones.
Its possible for pretty much anyone to be raised to VIP status, apparently anyone involved in this entire Godcraft debacle is halfway there already.
Either way, that's how it is. Protect the other members of the IUPC, and anyone else in the multiverse at large if possible, and recruit new people the IUPC when you can.
That's the sad reality of life.
You say that like its any worse than what we've been through already.
Seriously Eric, the multiverse is cruel, just because you can't save everyone doesn't make it a horrible existence.
Sanford and Deimos walk out onto the observation deck.
((Anyway, sorry for having Eric monologue and THEN bringing in Sanford and Deimos without letting you two pitch in. I sort of wanted to kick-start this bit of conversation, and I needed Eric to explain some things to get it launched.))
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
Well, let's hope it all goes into plan.
I'm also planning to deal with the Godmodder...
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
I want to make a pact with the Godmodder.
You've been playing too much The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth! He'll scam you!
I know that's a possibility. I'm more looking to extend the fight and fit my own gains.
You're out of your mind. Don't blame me when I get angry because I don't have my wine back!
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...