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Godcraft: "Past tense. Past tense, past tense, past tense. Has Project Nexus fallen? Has whatever glitch variant that took over been debugged? Have things improved in Nevada? Although, the fact that there was a glitch does explain the Auditor. Assuming regular earth rules apply to that variant of Nevada, that thing shouldn't even have been able to exist."

The Mainframe: Entity body at 20% complete. Stage 1 at 16% complete. Project Manhattan 0% complete. binarypower.pwr 100% downloaded. Installing binarypower.pwr... Preparing maghankpower.pwr for download... ERROR &e0 &e0 &e0 ___________________
A coil of shadow snakes into the partially completed entity body, pooling into a small area... The shadow burns, alight with black flame.

MEANWHILE, on LOCAA…
A grey figure flies towards the small, fading continent of chairs, to the surprise of a group of Tabletop Soldiers.

tt: WHAT THE HECK IS THA-

The Tabletop Soldier is then pulverized by a figure, surrounded by chairs.

cc: Sup, mates.
ti: (DELETED)! Ikea killed you!
cc: That’s what you think.

From Hammerspace, Ire pulls out the CHAIRSLAYER.

cc: You can join him now.

Rounds of high-powered wooden shots pulverize the various soldiers. Nothing remains.

cc: God, you guys did a number here.
cc: Nothing some chairs & table genocide wouldn’t fix.
cc: Prehaps if I…

Ire then travels a small distance, and comes across a bunker, locked from the inside.

cc: Hey guys, open up!
ohshi-
someone’s outside!
cc: Guys.
cc: Open up.
cc: Don’t make me blow it open.
this bunker is tableproof! have fun getting in-

A chair then proceeds to smash through the bunker..

that’s a damn good chair
come in.

The door swings open.

cc: It’s about time…
sorry, I didn’t know, Ire!
dozens of soldiers have been passing by this area!
far too dangerous to go outside.
cc: Well, whatever.
cc: What’s the situation on LOCAA?
…
it’s like you haven’t been outside
cc: I’ve been here for literally 3 minutes.
oh
well then, come in
somebody wants to see you, Ire.
cc: Well, alright.

Ire travels into the depths of the bunker. The bunker is in a rather bad shape, cracks lining the twisting tunnels. After a minute of walking, Ire enters a rather large room, filled with survivors of Ikea’s invasion.

cc: Holy (BLANK) Spark! You lived!?
You.had.doubts
cc: Yeah. You died on the battlefield a LONG time ago!
Well.that.is.understandable
whoever.dies.never.comes.back
cc: How’d you live?
I.had.a.FocusBand
cc: You lucky-
s.h.h.h.h.h.h.h.h
there.is.no.time.to.complain
we.need.to.discuss.a.plan
to.take.back.the.land
cc: Taking back the land is too soft.
cc: ESPECIALLY after what Ikea did to us.
cc: Know what I say?
cc: Let’s take back the entire planet.

I do not think either of you should apologize for any rant. Then again, if I did, I would be a hypocrite.


—

I nod at Astria.

In the entirety of my existence, I have served the whims of paradox space, knowing all the while that I have absolutely no choice in the matter, and that, if I do miraculously break the cycle, I would be doomed to oblivion in an offshoot timeline (or rather, I knew all this when I discovered the existence of paradox space itself). I have had to kill some of my best friends by the will of paradox space. While they may have gone utterly insane and attempted to destroy essentially everything, I did not wish to slay them originally. They were people I had known most of my life, and trusted. Regardless of what you want or how you shall feel, you ultimately have little to no say on your own actions. In a manner akin to paradox space essentially saying 'Oh, did you not want to eradicate all life in two universes through Sburb? Well, too bad. It is for the greater good: my existence,' even. Do you know how helpless this makes me feel? Everything I do ultimately does nothing but aid in the effort to propagate existence itself. Almost as if I am nothing but a tool in the hands of an all-knowing, omnipotent entity. Of course, it is little better than that. We are pawns. At one point, I was literally told what I was going to do in a game of chess by an omniscient being serving the will of an indestructible demon. I scoffed at him, saying that it was highly unlikely that I would do exactly that. In several minutes, I had done EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID I WOULD DO. There is no individuality either. Everything that anyone has ever done has already occurred, whether in another universe, place, or timeline. Nothing is new. And, to top off the entire catastrophe, my free will is essentially nonexistent. Everything I have and will ever do has already been predetermined by reality itself, and yet I will never know what I shall do. I'm a pawn of a semi-sentient force that cannot ever directly act. Only through others. And, you know what? I cannot escape. Even my own death would not function as a release, as it would eventually play into the metaphorical hands of paradox space once more. So, in actuality, I feel as if I may not be a very good choice in the defense of those who have 'managed to escape the inevitability of reality.' I do not even think it is possible, personally, but perhaps I should have more faith in you, Eric. Now, perhaps you could continue with your explanations.

I promptly look directly at Eric.

—

I continue to stare at this... Eldritch Crab.

~~~

Several hours later, I have vanished from that particular area. However, I have not left without an apparently struggle. Down the hallways, a path of destruction lies. Corpses are everywhere. There is an Eldritch Crab impaled by a spike of warped Ancient Stone upon the wall. However, on the floor, there is a scene of carnage. Nearly seventy of the creatures lie upon the ground. Blood is absolutely everywhere. Some have holes burned through them with what appear to be arcane blasts, chips of shattered shells nearby, others appear to have been annihilated by psychic emanations and psionic blasts. Crushed Ender Pearls are prominent, as are eye/antenna-less versions of the beings. One appears to have been torn to pieces by some sort of curse, parts of it lying everywhere, radiating Flux Gas. Those are merely the first. Further down the hallway, and down several turns, are even more carnage. Violet flames clearly burn in one particular dead end, slowly destroying the corpses of several beings that may have been christened shambling humanoid husks when they were alive. One is missing its head, replaced by a rather large amount of Liquid Death puddling on the floor beside it. Further still, there lay even more carcasses of the aforementioned creatures, as well as dismembered Mind Spiders, and another type of entity. Fully corporeal Eldritch Guardians are occasionally scattered about, their spectral forms quite clearly inert. One in particular appears to have a rather large hole burned through its chestplate composed of Voidmetal. The wall behind it appears to have been blown through by a telekinetic blast of some sorts, causing the area on the other side of said wall to collapse, likely slaying more creatures of a questionable nature. However, I am at the end of the trail of destruction, standing before a large gate of indigo Nox and an eldritch construct. I hold a tablet marked with orange runes in one hand, and the Hazel Wand in another. I stare at the door, contemplating it.

But, what if... this is unintentional? The grooves must be designed to not fit this particular artifact. The creator of this was quite a clever being. Or perhaps, this is intentional.
...
This is certainly intentional. WHY WOULD ONE DO SUCH A THING?


I stare at the odd alcove in the gate.

YOU MOCK MY EFFORT?!
DASTARD!
CHARLATAN!
I WILL OPEN YOU, AND EXAMINE THE SECRETS YOU POSSESS!

I then proceed to point the Hazel Wand at the grooves of the recess in the gate. A stream of violet energy is released from my wand, melting away a small portion of the edges. I then proceed to forcefully place the tablet into the recess. Immediately, a grinding sound can be heard. The gate slowly slides back, the indigo Nox fading to reveal a room. Silently, I walk in, and examine the contents of the area. Three more of the monoliths composed of ancient stone, four pillars marked with strange runes, and a sarcophagus. Slowly, I walk over to the pillars, copying the runes down on a sheet of paper. Then, I turn to the tomb. It appears to have an inscription upon the side in an eldritch tongue. 'Thara zard sa's Zathog ash undyl'oag, l'oa ash wsa'll ysa'a Yog-Sothoth,' to be specific. Interested, I telekinetically pull the top off of the sarcophagus, and slam it into the wall, cracking said wall, and shattering the slab. Within lies a mess of bone and rotting flesh wearing what appears to be Void Thaumaturge Robes, with a slight modification to add a helmet instead of a hood. Upon the center of the symbol directly on the chestplate, there is a small orb. A pearl of some arcane properties, perhaps. However, I am infinitely more interested in the scroll gripped in the hand of the corpse. I slowly reach for it. However, just as my fingers touch it, avoiding the corpse's, I feel a force push me back. I streak backwards, emitting an aura of gaseous Nightmare Fuel as I crash into the wall. The corpse levitates into the air, animate once more. In once hand it holds the scroll, and the pearl in the other. I reach for the Hazel Wand.

Blue stares intently at her tablet. Surely, she must be doing very important things that will be relevant to trillions of lives.



(I now realize the fingernail is really oddly coloured. Let's go ahead and say that's nail polish.)

-Two Weeks Ago-

Blue finishes summarizing to Red what James said. He pauses and thinks for a second.

Hmm... I'm leaning towards trusting him. Especially if his gift is the real thing.
Of course, do your due diligence either way. But nothing stands out as false.

Blue walks out of the room, leaving the box and it's content for Red to examine.

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So, my body was entered and controlled by some THING for the entire war? I feel violated now...

Not exactly. The thing just gave you the power to create DTG1 and influence the Narrative. It didn't make you do anything.

As our ship approaches the hangar chosen for it, the nature of the myriad weapons and shield-projectors, previously anonymized by the standard gunmetal gray housing, on the Anachron's hull becomes clearer. While many are technological in nature, everything from mass-drivers to lasers to missile silos, dense plasma shields, electromagnetic deflectors, and the like, there are also, even withing a fairly small area, a number of Thaumotechnical, Mechanopsychic and more esoteric contraptions, ranging from a fairly simple directed-Vis cannon to some kind of dome projecting a Damped Zone preventing unauthorized magic use. Erelye's packages have been put to use, though whether it be "Good" is a matter of personal opinion.



As we are about to reach Hangar 48, H3 decides to answer Lothyrabot's question.



"Quit3 simply, we h4ve been experiencing problem5 similar to tha7 autogun waking back up all day, and w3re forced to del4y your arrival to reduce the ri5k that the r3maining ha1f of a hostile capital-ship would sudden1y turn back on and burn you 41l to monatomic dust. Amp's 1it7le cruis3r is tough, but not th4t tough."



"On th4t not3, if the Lord-Archmage wishe5 to aid in the scrapping of the Parasol flee7, his he1p would be welcom3, though caution i5 reques7ed, as we have use for the scr4p."



The Supergiant drifts through the hangar's doors, motorized plates half a kilometer thick, still constituting a weak spot in the main hull's four thousand meters of composite, into a cavernous chamber full of docked ships in our size-class, up to one of the few manned-vessel landing platforms, where a small group of hazard-suited crewmembers and a strange looking mech await us.


{Apologies for the shortness of this tourlog, I will likely expand it later.}

==Anachron==

Oh. Okay. This place is massive, to say the least. Exactly how large is the Anachron and S.S. Supergiant? Does this place have it's own gravitational pull?

She then looks around the room, scanning it.

Data upl0ad3d t0 f1l3, "Pr0j3ct Starstr1k3."
Thanks, HAL.

Lothyra's very impressed.

((engie, you can take the Auditor if you wish, but keep in mind that he got blasted in Act 2. Don't take Dr. Christoff though, he's going to show up again))
Godcraft:
No to all of them.
Project Nexus stormed the server.
If the improbability drives had all been shut off, Tricky would be dead.
And if completely obliterated along with the rest of its universe qualifies as an improvement, then yes.

The Preston Cole:
You think you two are unique in that factor?
Why do you think me and Sanford jumped at Eric's offer?
The improbability drive is worse, it doesn't drive towards the propagation of anything.
It manipulates reality, even more bluntly than Paradox Space does.
It drives everyone to the same end.
Senseless violence and killing.
Without end.
In order to keep from killing each other, we had to run frequent raids on the Nexus bases.
Tempers flared on our team if we went too long without leveling at least one building.
We were physically incapable of stopping.
Sanford had to keep me tied up for about a week after the incident with the Auditor.
I took three days to wake up.
I woke up with the bloodlust that consumes anyone who'd encountered near-death in Nevada.
I had to keep him tied down until we could lure a mag agent in for him to blow the rage on.
It was painful to watch.
The worst experience we've ever had.
Especially since Hank was out on recon for all three days due to various activity spikes.
Eric nods.
You aren't the only ones.
Paradox Space is one of many what of is defined as Plot-Entities.
They are some of the most dangerous things in the multiverse because they are the only known things capable of true reality warping.
Fortunately only the Narrative itself is able to predict changes in the multiversal timeline, but that doesn't make the others less dangerous.
There's one thing that can be done to circumvent the power of these things: leave its sphere of influence.
Paradox Space has no direct control over anyone from outside of its regions, or someone who has taken a permanent place as a large influencer of things outside of Paradox Space.
Paradox Space is the only plot entity other than the Narrative to observe the behaviors of such, but as far as we know, since their only semi-conscious, its also possible to outsmart them.
They don't control your head, only reality.
Either way, your ties to the IUPC from this point on basically grant you immunity to the alternate timeline crap.
I am aware of what you've had to do before at the whims of Paradox Space.
And that's why the IUPC exists, so that people don't have live through that.
Or, that's the eventual goal at least.
Anyway, its debatable whether one can escape the whims of the Narrative directly, but since its only semi-conscious, it is possible to redirect its interest onto those who are already doomed, allowing those who already have a choice to keep their autonomy.
Its better, at least, than being under the thumb of Paradox Space.
I've done missions there.
They're never easy.
And never permanent.
Sanford looks troubled.
Hold on...
Wait.
What is it San?
Did... did you say other alpha timeline?

TIME: December 7, 2012

UNIVERSE: C

TIMELINE: THIS ONE

Midna awoke in a room.

She had no recollection of how she got here. The last thing she remembers is being surrounded buy light.

Zant. He must've done this. He knocked her out, and took her... where?

Midna was on an adventure. She was (with help from Link) saving her kingdom from the evil Usurper King Zant. Zant had recently stole the one thing she could use to defeat him. Now...

Now what?

She explored the room. Nice furnishings, seems to be a bedroom. A mirror is on one wall, paintings on the other. The walls and furniture seemed to be made of brick and wood, respectively, but colored an odd red-grey.

She was about to leave, when someone entered. Someone... familiar....

Ah, Midna! Welcome!!

So, you found a use for all those Balanced Shards, Thaumium, other metals, and VEC-PS devices. Good. Nice to see people outside of Grayhold using thaumaturgy for various things, if only to create a field of dampening. And perhaps some other things.


—

I point the Hazel Wand at the floor, and a violet aura surrounds me instantaneously. I give it a flick, and a loud sound of scraping metal can be heard, clearly from outside of the Anachron. Hopefully, I count as an 'authorized magic-user.' If one were to look outside, they would see that the fleet of motionless ships had become hunks of scrap as organized, and as ready to be used for construction/repairs as possible with my telekinetic prowess. Then, my eyes shift to the mech awaiting us.

Unless I am mistaken, that must be mister Amperzand. Excellent!

The corners of my normally stoic mouth twitch upward. I make another short, but extravagant bow.

—

I stare at Sanford, Eric, and Deimos.

Evidently, the bit about IUPC members not being affected by synaptic and temporal causality, referred to by Eric so deferentially as 'alternate timeline crap,' is not in the least true for me.

((In all seriousness, the part of my V2 stuff that takes place after this is no different than the other half. I am still quite affected by being within paradox space and create alternate timelines regardless, nor did it ever really stop being a thing.))

—

I grab the Hazel Wand, and leap up as swiftly as I can, looking at the aggressor. Perhaps some form of lich. Wonderful. I flash-step out of the way of a bolt of dark energy blasted at me, and concentrate briefly. Immediately, the being is forced to the ground at a speed that would instantly tear the limbs of a normal being apart upon contact. The lich levitates into the air once more, clearly unharmed. A large amount of aubergine gas begins to leak from the floor. The entity fires several more curses of darkness at me, and I dodge every single one of them, and fire a return bolt of violet energy at it, leaving it oddly unharmed once more. It appears to be clinically insane. And immortal. Well, not exactly. If I can find its phylactery, I can slay the creature with little difficulty. One of the pillars surrounding the sarcophagus abruptly fires a bolt of mauve light directly at me. I meet it with an optic blast, blowing the top of the pillar off as well. A shame; those were quite antiquated. Regardless, the lich seems to be angered immensely by my destruction of the pillar. Perhaps... I flash-step before the pillars, and promptly crush them with my mind. I glance back at the lich. Nothing appears to occur to it. And then, it is upon me. The foul creature leaps upon me, forcing me to the ground. The lich then grabs both of my wrists, pinning them to the ground. Alas, I do not have the strength to break the grip of the gauntleted, armored lich. Therefore, I twitch my hand, still being crushed by the Voidmetal grip of the lich, upwards, Hazel Wand still in hand. In response, it knocks the Wand out of my grasp. From my left hand, a sickening crunch can be heard as the lich knocks the wand out of my grip (fortunately, I am right handed). As such, I utilize my mythological abilities. The path to the enemy's victory is nearly imminent, and their methods are manifold. However, there is one method I could use. At the knowing of this, I stare up into the cold, dead eyes of the rotting lich, and telekinetically throw the creature off of me. I grab my wand in my right hand this time, and blow a hole through the lich with a blast of amethyst. Then, I mend my hand utilizing the energy with the Hazel Wand. The lich lies upon the floor, quite clearly dead for wha will hopefully be the final time. The pearl within its grasp levitates into the air. It appears to be primordial matter from around a billionth of a second after the Big Bang, fused with the eldritch energy of this place. A Primordial Pearl, if you will. I pocket it, and take the scroll as well. I will reserve reading that for later. Now, I think it best if I exit this place. I walk out of the tomb of what may or may not have been Zathog the Warped, and turn around, facing the room once more. With a thought, a shockwave visibly emanates from where the gate used to be. Said gate instantly reappears as I telekinetically drag the tablet out of it, into my waiting grasp. I promptly take notes on the door itself, and then leave the dimension, reappearing in Grayhold. Briefly, I stop before entering the result of Oculus Apertis, feeling a twinge of regret upon seeing the carnage I caused. Then, I exit. Instead of going through the Taint, I teleport to the research area in a flash of light, placing the objects and notes I obtained/wrote on a nearby table. Then, I head down to a decontamination shower. Being gripped by undead sorcerers is not the epitome of cleanliness. Liches have never been known for olfactory immaculateness, I assure you.

—

No, there isn't.
Still, you wish to play this game? Perhaps you could talk to me. Attempt to say something more suited to my idiocy, and this might go somewhere.

Navela reaches over, and presses her hand to my cheek, feeling the sharp bone beneath. I place my hand upon hers, our thin hands refraining from interlocking. She smiles, slightly.

I don't think so. I could say whatever the hell I wanted right now. I could sob into your chest for thirty minutes, or screw your brains out (and not with a hook) for the next hour. But that doesn't change the fact that we're both probably going to die before this has all ended.
I am almost certain that you are correct, based on my knowledge.

We stare at each other for a few seconds. I am quite certain that the sorrow currently welling up within me is not artificial. Then, noting the particular wateriness of both of our eyes, we embrace. I dive into her messy, elbow-length black hair. Navela whispers something into my ear.

I'm kind of afraid to lose everybody I know, I suppose.
As am I, despite having been slain once before, and knowing what it feels like to be dead.
It's reassuring to know you are not a sociopath, Navela.

Then, a few seconds later, we break apart. I stare into her eyes, behind her thin-rimmed oval-shaped glasses, and then proceed to look away.

((Erelye, there aren't doomed off-shoots of the stuff going on in Godcraft. It wouldn't work. The conflict has drawn in most of the multiverse, and if you hadn't noticed, even in Homestuck doomed timelines don't extend beyond individual universes: inter-universal contact is impossible between falling into a doomed timeline and death/the end of the timeline. I didn't see anything that happened in your bit that requires doomed timelines to still be running for your character, only for there to be the appearance of such, which Paradox Space DOES still generate, if only in an attempt to coerce outsiders into doing what it wants them to, if Kalare were being affected by such, it would mean that he's keeping stronger ties within Paradox Space than without (and in a REALLY big way), and the solution could still be solved by just having Eric help him get his friends out of Paradox Space, as well as whatever else Kalare would need to be able to mentally sever any particularly binding personal ties with Paradox Space. Doomed timelines could still be formed, just not while Kalare was in the incipisphere.))

((Approximately one comes to mind, both in my universe and in GodCraft simultaneously. The one in which I went utterly insane, began muttering the forbidden word excessively, and became the entity referred to as the Recondite One by the learned, and Alternate Erelye to the rest. So, yes, there is one irrefutable bit of evidence.))

Meanwhile, Modpack makes a new ship.

AlphaxOmega

==Minecraftia==

I wonder if I can do something slightly more ambitious with the Hard-Light Projector-Disruptor Array....

*a very complicated program is written*

*another specialized piece of hardware is produced, and a couple of quantum-linked transmitters are acquired (there are multiple qcrypted links in the transmitters for redundancy)*

*a set of controls and Red Alloy Wire connections are set up, taking advantage of Minecraft's natural lack of silly things like gravity (unless you're sand, gravel, or Steve)*

>Run: Spaceship.hali

*a spaceship takes shape....*

*I zap it with a duplicated Disruptor array of equal caliber, and absolutely nothing happens*

Shielding seems to work....Cycling frequencies.... *still nothing*

((THIS IS NOT A USE OF THE SPOIL))

*Shoots it with the Hard Light Gun, once*

*the Hard-Light splashes ineffectively against the automated defenses against Hard-Light, namely a disruptor field*

Time to test this, methinks.

Activating relay....

*one "Ouch, that kinda hurt" later as the cerebral transmitter installs...*

>Console Logs:

>Calibration In Progress

>Calibration successful, locking and activating defenses.

>Activating controls.bxe

"The interface is working quite nicely...."

*the newly-created Hard-Light Spaceship lifts off....*

*....and sets back down to take on some special plants (for oxygen), spacesuits, and other supplies...*

"Whoops."

*...and takes off for real this time.*

==Outside the Anachron==

R>Hailing Anachron, this is...*sound of silence*...(*you overhear the aside* "Hmm. That might actually work nicely.") This is The Sound of Silence, requesting docking authorization. Specs attached.

R>I heard there was a tour, am I too late?

R>If I am in fact too late, I may as well explore space, I suppose. Looks really neat up here, even with the hard-light in the way. ...I wonder how transparent it can go?

*some twiddling of dials*

R>Hah. Didn't know I could do that, quite, (I mean I hypothesized I could), but it is pretty neat...

*the ship is now just barely visible, but what is visible of it is a shade of gold reminiscent of my Pesterchum.*

R>There, that gives me a much better view. Plus it isn't so reminiscent of Aperture.

R>Either way, I'd much like to go on this tour.

*the Anachron's sensors can identify the person piloting the ship as me, by the way, if they're as good as I think they are*

R>Over.

((Going to grab the brain bleach and pour it all over the above image))
((Hmm... That could be chalked up to time shenanigans. Tell you what, I'll send you a PM because part of this conversation might stray into slight spoiler territory in terms of what I'm doing))

Yeah, so, I vote for plan "Orbital Brain Bleach Strike"

As do I.

continued from Here.

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2 years into the future...



A black figure with a green outline looks over at the now destroyed GodCraft. Whole chunks are collapsing one by one, and the sky is literally falling on them. The black figure picks up what appears to be a glitched up diamond sword. He puts it in his inventory.

So They did not clear all of the glitch... Pity.

The black figure was about to turn around to leave, only to see Adamant.

Adamant: I thought you were rejected from the felt upon sign-up, Foursquared.

Foursquared: Oh, but you were wrong. They needed me alright, so I joined.

Adamant: Well, lets see if you're good enough.

Adamant and Foursquared circled each-other for about 20 seconds, then adamant shot out a beam. The Beam phased right through Foursquared and dashed right through Adamant, splitting Him in half.

Adamant: Who the hell are you?!?!!

Foursquared: Call me... 16.
Foursquared leaves. Adamant Reforms and does the same, silently cursing on the way out.

---

A transparent fin-winged entity made out of 1's and 0's faces a disembodied purple eyeball shielded in transparent red in Orphan's Cradle. They both share marks of Lambda and gamma respectively. the fin-winged entity speaks.

Gamma: It's about time to settle this.
Lambda: Over my dead body.


They rushed at each-other. Gamma fires a binary beam at Lambda. Lambda phases right through it and charges at Gamma. Gamma blocks the attack and teleports behind Lambda. Lambda Purposely backs into him and does a RKO. Gamma kicks Lambda 10 feet high and blasts him with a binary beam. Lambda disappears.

Gamma: Did I win?

It turns out that the Lambda he fired at was a fake. Lambda sneaks behind him and fires a time beam right through him, Landing him into the present time of Orphan's Cradle, which hasn't changed at all. Lambda follows Gamma into the same timeline and does a roundhouse kick, but Gamma grabs his leg and slams him into the ground. Lambda recovers.

It was perfectly clear that they are rival godmodders from the future.

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Box of Crayons is looking at all of the Drives in the room. Box of Crayons carefully takes out one and puts it on the floor. Bucket comes back to the room with a small alchemiter-looking object.

Box of Crayons: Whats that?
Bucket: I'm guessing this the Drive Digitizer.

Bucket Placed the Drive Digitizer down and puts the Drive on the Digitizing pad. Bucket presses a green button and a beam is fired at the Drive. A few seconds later, the Drive turned into a Diamond Sword, a Datacube, and a UNKNOWN OBJECT.

Over at the other room, trowa2008 and Shadow are fighting the Maze Bots with no trouble, but the clutterness of the room from the pylons and pillars makes it kinda hard to dodge. Trowa2008 jumps over a Maze Bot, and slams it with his darkheart sword. The Maze Bot retaliates with a Fast combo slash at trowa2008. Shadow uses CHAOS SPEAR on two Maze Bots, destroying them both! Shadow then sneaks over to the chest, and takes a VOID DIAMOND from the chest. Trowa2008 pushes a Maze Bot and stabs it, destroying it.

Back at the Drives room, Box of Crayons examines the UNKNOWN OBJECT. It is a rainbow-colored sphere with what appears to be DNA image on it. Box of Crayons puts it in his Inventory for safe-keeping. Shadow and trowa2008 came back to the room. Shadow puts the VOID DIAMOND into the keyhole and the wall disappears.

Behind that wall, was a nether portal.

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Meanwhile, Modpack makes a new ship.

AlphaxOmega