Godcraft: I'm fighting up close now. Again, to make sure everyone gets this: KILL THE CROACH! It is what summons Vord reinforcements. That said, I target the Croach, the Quadruple Machine Gun roaring into life and spraying my target with huge bullets. Two Vord Mantises try to interfere, but I blast off into the air, metal tendrils reaching down and crushing their chitin armor. They barely have time to scream before more tendrils impale them, turning them into machine minions and forcing them to fend off their former brethren as I continue blasting the Croach.
I AIM CAREFULLY, THEN FIRE, A SINGLE ROUND ARCING THROUGH THE AIR AND EMBEDDING ITSELF INTO THE RETINA OF THE TAKEN TERROR GUARDIAN. LOADING AN ORANGE-TIPPED ROUND, I AIM AND FIRE AGAIN, SENDING THE BURNING PHOSPHOROUS BULLET STRAIGHT INTO THE BULLET HOLE LEFT IN THE TAKEN TERROR GUARDIAN'S EYE. IF YOU REALLY MUST KNOW, WHITE PHOSPHOROUS TO THE EYE CAN AND WILL BLIND YOU, MOST LIKELY PERMANENTLY. DESPITE THOSE BULLETS BEING THE SIZE THEY ARE (3.00 CALIBER), I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED IF I FOUND THAT TERRORS WERE SOMEWHAT RESISTANT TO EYE SCREAM TYPE ATTACKS AND THE TERROR GUARDIAN JUST SPENDS A WHILE BLINKING AND SOMEHOW COULD SEE AGAIN.
Real World: "So. You weaklings know who I am. How safe do you think you are out there?"
PUNCH. A crack in the Bedrock. Small, and quickly healing, but a crack.
"Humans are fragile." PUNCH. The crack widens, still trying to heal over.
"Bones that break." PUNCH. A small chip of Bedrock, dislodged from the inside, clatters to the floor.
"Flesh that tears." PUNCH. A crunch echoes it, dust of Bedrock falling down.
"Minds that shatter." PUNCH. A large chunk, freed from the floor, falls, and I catch it, readying the jagged edge at the 'safe' wall.
"Brought low by things so small." CRUNCH. Driving my makeshift weapon into the wall, a small hole punctures into the Bedrock, somehow not healing even after I remove the chunk.
"Scarred by the tiniest accidents." CRUNCH. I jam the chunk of Bedrock into the wall again, then pull it out to be briefly greeted by sight through to the other side of the wall.
"Manipulated like clay." CRUNCH. The chunk of Bedrock I was using crumbles into dust, scattering whatever was on the other side in 'indestructible' powder.
"And yet so self-confident." PUNCH. Shards of Bedrock scatter from the hole, which widens enough for me to reach through and pull, dragging pieces of Bedrock onto the safe floor.
"You thought you knew." KICK. The sound of splintering fills the air, as the wall folds outwards. Barely.
"You hid behind what seemed safe." KICK. A more noticeable fold in the wall, beginning to crack under the beating.
"Not once did you expect a higher power." KICK. Now, the wall is clearly breaking, barely managing to stay upright.
"I am the bigger fish." KABOOM! With a final, explosive blast, the Bedrock wall is shattered, thrown against whatever gets in the way, dust obscuring the scene. Irritated, I wave once.
"Disperse." At once, the cloud lifts, and my drone straightens up, fist dented slightly from the abuse it just went through, cycling through battle strategies internally.
The Mainframe: "I think I recognize you. The Auditor?" WELL, YES. WHO ELSE COULD I BE? ELVIS PRESLEY?
"But... Why would you come here?" OVERLORDS NEED MINIONS, ENGIE. YOU KNOW THAT AS WELL AS I DO. SINCE YOU HAVE TORTURE, I THINK I'M ONLY RIGHT TO TAKE SOMETHING FROM YOU.
"I hired him. He was looking for work, I was looking for a heavy lifting assistant, we both benefited." REGARDLESS, I'D LOVE TO SEE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU PLAYERS DIE. THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A BIG HELP. YOUR DEATH SHALL BE RELATIVELY FAST AND PAINLESS. SINCE YOU SEEM TO LIKE HER SO MUCH, I'LL ALSO MAKE SURE BLUE DIES PAINLESSLY, BUT SLOWLY. WHILE YOU WATCH.
"Alternatively, how about YOU die, slowly, agonizingly, in every way I know you fear, until all that's left of you is a mind reduced to ruin and a body at my command? That is all I can promise you if you even dare to draw breath near her." THE MOMENT YOU STARTED PROJECT MANHATTAN, YOU DOOMED YOURSELF. NOW, MY NEW MINION. OMNICIDE! AWAKEN!
The huge bedrock frame of Project Manhattan rises up, eyes instantly locking onto the Auditor. The two silently exchange thoughts, then the Auditor slithers onto Project Manhattan Omnicide's shoulder, an enormous pair of black wings flashing into existence on Omnicide's back.
WE MUST LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. CRIPPLE THIS CRAFT SO IT CANNOT FOLLOW.
Instantly, the Mainframe shudders, warning lights flickering on that read an absurd number of engines have been critically damaged. Omnicide flaps it's wings, it and the Auditor crashing through a wall into space. The exterior defenses of the Mainframe blast suns at the retreating duo, but barely even cause either one of them to flinch. Almost as a parting shot, Omnicide points at a Sun Cannon, causing it to explode in a hypernova. My drone seethes with rage.
"How long will it take to repair the damages?"
21 Earth minutes.
"Dammit, they'll be long gone by then. Alert everything between here and Godcraft that if they so much as have a feeling that the Auditor is nearby, they are to destroy that [REDACTED] little [REDACTED] on sight."
Alert sent. Enjoy your day.
In Blood Pact, I plan to make a deal with the Godmodder. It will give him an opportunity to heal in this dark hour, however, he must grant something in return, say, a faster charge rate (which I will greatly benefit from) or what.
Anyways, I perform Standard Slice on the Terror Guardian, and I plan to post this afternoon, but I have a lot to get through, so I'm unsure.
+2 to Gusta, Then I dual-wield my two new swords, and slice, cut, maim, slash, swipe, hack, carve, gash, slit, incise, score, pierce, and rend the Taken Terror Guardian.
ELECTROMAGNET WINCH: A winch that uses an electromagnet to pick things up, like those found in junkyards.
She then gathers more sacred items and fires on the Terror Guardian (or the Queen if the Terror Guardian is dead) with her iAntimak Carbine on full-auto. Bender uses Lightning Quick on the Keepers.
+2 to Gusta again, then I deploy the Giant, Vord-Eating Spider ONTO THE BATTLEFIELD! I give it a knife and fork, and tie a napkin around it's neck. "Bon appetit!"
Then I introduce the Croach to my swords for the heck of it.
Anti-Vord Orbital Bombardment: 20/25 (+2 from stronghammer)
iQuantimak: 9/11
Nanolight Lander: 4/4 Complete!
Electromagnet Winch: 2/?
==Actions==
Lothyra does a HEADSHOT on the Terror Guardian (or the Queen if the Terror Guardian is dead) with iAntimak Carbine, then heals the Perfect Sphere with Universal Power and alchemizes Nanolight Lander -c Escalander. Bender starts shooting Croach with Bender's Gun on full auto.
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I heal myself with the Golden Sunsticks as mundanely as possible, generically noting to try not to die. Not dying is rather important.
I flash-step abruptly. When I cease moving, two sickles are imbedded within the Taken Terror Guardian. Cancer, to be exact. These things are rather useful in situations where melee attacks would be preferable to others, in situations NOT like this. Still, why would the obvious solution be the most efficient? Quite simply put, it would not be. It is a pointless affair, nonetheless. I slice repeatedly into the Taken Terror Guardian, noting the arcane structure of the eldritch beast. Slowly, unbeknownst to the general populace, I drain the life force of the beast, fusing it to the ground with a variety of untold curses of varying power. Red blotches of energy pour from the slashes in the Taken Terror Guardian, roasting it with the heat of its own life force. How ironic. Hah. With a sudden lack of inspiration, I merely slice a few more times with Cancer, and sheathe the sickles. I cause the Taken Terror Guardian to begin to melt psychically, with esoteric strain from the life-force draining directly combatting with the influence of the Vord.
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I attempt to boost Ire's Vim by running the numbers in his favor and also giving him a bottle of Five Alarm Hot Sauce. I then punch the Guardian, and smack him in the face with a bag containing all of the octets I own. It's a pretty big bag, and also an incredibly pointy one. I then use the Pale Valve on the Guardian.
Binary-covered Fang && Fluorite Octet 3/9
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(Blue Generic Alchemiter && Zillymiter && AlChemistryinator) && Pocket Alchemiter 2/?? If I need to charge it.
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I proceed to use Ranchia and it's potent Ranch Dressing. Its healing properties make it one of the best healing/buffing energies ever. I proceed to squirt out and devour the oh-so-pure Ranch Dressing into my mouth, consuming it and restoring health. I share the wonderful substance with jondanger23 and r_stronghammer as well, or two other wounded AGs if they are fully healed by the time this post happens. I then report in that mysterious and inexplicable Keeper Suicides have reached an all time-high, causing the Taken terror Guardian (or the Hive-Queen if that's dead) to take emotional damage. Or woud, if I didn't have an 'emotional damage to physical damage' modifier attached to the Skrillex Drop, which I conveniently reportd out of. I then stab the TTG (or the Queen if he's dead) with caledfwlch in a rather generic manner.
Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 1/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 1/4
5/5 For Healing or Building Mechanical Unit
5/5 for Text Based Magic
Battlefield: Red uses BT: Synchronise on the vord
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Critmist II x41, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x5, The Redsticks, Potion of Nectar x13, The Bulletdome, Potion Airdropper
I dupe 3 potion of critmist
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Boring and practical. I don't know about you, but energy conservation is rather important in combat for me.
Though I would suppose you don't have to fight with your life at risk very often. For most people, or at least me, combat isn't particularly enjoyable.
Speaking of combat... Red doesn't seem to know how to use other Battle Techniques. A moment.
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@Piono It's accurate for my Ultimatum. I don't remember what yours is made from, but I imagine mine as literally just a 20mm minigun-to-the-fourth-power, highly anomalous in a variety of ways, and consisting of a wall of intricately rotating guns. If the God-Emperor Twin says it's the same weapon as yours, I will willingly declare miniguns-TTFP {I am unsure how to make my archaic and crappy from the moment of creation computer create the small-number-on-top-things.} mass-manufactured sooner rather than later and use Ultimatum as the even-more-ludicrous thing it is.
All charges progress!
+1x2 to Erelye!
As even Ultimatum's anomalous coolant system has limits, the weapon has come to the brink of overheat, preventing my use of it for the rest of the turn.
On the other hand, my method of not using the recoil to reach Jupiter within the week consists of kinetic-energy storage by the gravitics in my armor, and leaves me with a very, very great deal of kinetic energy to get rid of. I do believe I know how.
I use my suit gravitics to forcibly lift either the Terror Guardian if it still lives, or the Queen if it does not, to the edge of space, then use the entirety of my stored kinetic energy to accelerate it towards the ground with enormous force, then, while it's recovering from the impact, draw the Dynamic Deathbringer and White Dwarf and open fire on it with all barrels until they enter cooldown as well.
Earth, right now:
Depending on whether his attempt at teleportation worked, Engie's attempt at escape and therefore presumably distaction of the foe was successful, and whether Twin let him have his mediocre-by-my-usual-standards power armor, the Unremarkable Man has a great deal of options. However, without the knowledge of current events that he would, in fact, possess in the moment, I cannot make a decision. Therefore, I reserve the right to act during this time period retroactively.
My Action: A TSA agent strip-searches the godmodder, and confiscates all his gear that does not follow airline regulations.
SCP Foundation Action: Nanites attack the godmodder while he is unable to use his Omega Armor because of the strip-search. If they fail, another group of nanites dis-assemble the Croach.
Executor Action: Executor blasts Vord Keepers with lightning.
Godcraft: I'm fighting up close now. Again, to make sure everyone gets this: KILL THE CROACH! It is what summons Vord reinforcements. That said, I target the Croach, the Quadruple Machine Gun roaring into life and spraying my target with huge bullets. Two Vord Mantises try to interfere, but I blast off into the air, metal tendrils reaching down and crushing their chitin armor. They barely have time to scream before more tendrils impale them, turning them into machine minions and forcing them to fend off their former brethren as I continue blasting the Croach.
I AIM CAREFULLY, THEN FIRE, A SINGLE ROUND ARCING THROUGH THE AIR AND EMBEDDING ITSELF INTO THE RETINA OF THE TAKEN TERROR GUARDIAN. LOADING AN ORANGE-TIPPED ROUND, I AIM AND FIRE AGAIN, SENDING THE BURNING PHOSPHOROUS BULLET STRAIGHT INTO THE BULLET HOLE LEFT IN THE TAKEN TERROR GUARDIAN'S EYE. IF YOU REALLY MUST KNOW, WHITE PHOSPHOROUS TO THE EYE CAN AND WILL BLIND YOU, MOST LIKELY PERMANENTLY. DESPITE THOSE BULLETS BEING THE SIZE THEY ARE (3.00 CALIBER), I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED IF I FOUND THAT TERRORS WERE SOMEWHAT RESISTANT TO EYE SCREAM TYPE ATTACKS AND THE TERROR GUARDIAN JUST SPENDS A WHILE BLINKING AND SOMEHOW COULD SEE AGAIN.
Real World: "So. You weaklings know who I am. How safe do you think you are out there?"
PUNCH. A crack in the Bedrock. Small, and quickly healing, but a crack.
"Humans are fragile." PUNCH. The crack widens, still trying to heal over.
"Bones that break." PUNCH. A small chip of Bedrock, dislodged from the inside, clatters to the floor.
"Flesh that tears." PUNCH. A crunch echoes it, dust of Bedrock falling down.
"Minds that shatter." PUNCH. A large chunk, freed from the floor, falls, and I catch it, readying the jagged edge at the 'safe' wall.
"Brought low by things so small." CRUNCH. Driving my makeshift weapon into the wall, a small hole punctures into the Bedrock, somehow not healing even after I remove the chunk.
"Scarred by the tiniest accidents." CRUNCH. I jam the chunk of Bedrock into the wall again, then pull it out to be briefly greeted by sight through to the other side of the wall.
"Manipulated like clay." CRUNCH. The chunk of Bedrock I was using crumbles into dust, scattering whatever was on the other side in 'indestructible' powder.
"And yet so self-confident." PUNCH. Shards of Bedrock scatter from the hole, which widens enough for me to reach through and pull, dragging pieces of Bedrock onto the safe floor.
"You thought you knew." KICK. The sound of splintering fills the air, as the wall folds outwards. Barely.
"You hid behind what seemed safe." KICK. A more noticeable fold in the wall, beginning to crack under the beating.
"Not once did you expect a higher power." KICK. Now, the wall is clearly breaking, barely managing to stay upright.
"I am the bigger fish." KABOOM! With a final, explosive blast, the Bedrock wall is shattered, thrown against whatever gets in the way, dust obscuring the scene. Irritated, I wave once.
"Disperse." At once, the cloud lifts, and my drone straightens up, fist dented slightly from the abuse it just went through, cycling through battle strategies internally.
The Mainframe: "I think I recognize you. The Auditor?"
WELL, YES.
WHO ELSE COULD I BE?
ELVIS PRESLEY?
"But... Why would you come here?"
OVERLORDS NEED MINIONS, ENGIE.
YOU KNOW THAT AS WELL AS I DO.
SINCE YOU HAVE TORTURE, I THINK I'M ONLY RIGHT TO TAKE SOMETHING FROM YOU.
"I hired him. He was looking for work, I was looking for a heavy lifting assistant, we both benefited."
REGARDLESS, I'D LOVE TO SEE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU PLAYERS DIE.
THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A BIG HELP.
YOUR DEATH SHALL BE RELATIVELY FAST AND PAINLESS.
SINCE YOU SEEM TO LIKE HER SO MUCH, I'LL ALSO MAKE SURE BLUE DIES PAINLESSLY, BUT SLOWLY.
WHILE YOU WATCH.
"Alternatively, how about YOU die, slowly, agonizingly, in every way I know you fear, until all that's left of you is a mind reduced to ruin and a body at my command? That is all I can promise you if you even dare to draw breath near her."
THE MOMENT YOU STARTED PROJECT MANHATTAN, YOU DOOMED YOURSELF.
NOW, MY NEW MINION.
OMNICIDE!
AWAKEN!
The huge bedrock frame of Project Manhattan rises up, eyes instantly locking onto the Auditor. The two silently exchange thoughts, then the Auditor slithers onto
Project ManhattanOmnicide's shoulder, an enormous pair of black wings flashing into existence on Omnicide's back.WE MUST LEAVE IMMEDIATELY.
CRIPPLE THIS CRAFT SO IT CANNOT FOLLOW.
Instantly, the Mainframe shudders, warning lights flickering on that read an absurd number of engines have been critically damaged. Omnicide flaps it's wings, it and the Auditor crashing through a wall into space. The exterior defenses of the Mainframe blast suns at the retreating duo, but barely even cause either one of them to flinch. Almost as a parting shot, Omnicide points at a Sun Cannon, causing it to explode in a hypernova. My drone seethes with rage.
"How long will it take to repair the damages?"
21 Earth minutes.
"Dammit, they'll be long gone by then. Alert everything between here and Godcraft that if they so much as have a feeling that the Auditor is nearby, they are to destroy that [REDACTED] little [REDACTED] on sight."
Alert sent. Enjoy your day.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Orbit Control: 42/50
Unholy Assault: 17/50
Blood Pact: 2/20
In Blood Pact, I plan to make a deal with the Godmodder. It will give him an opportunity to heal in this dark hour, however, he must grant something in return, say, a faster charge rate (which I will greatly benefit from) or what.
Anyways, I perform Standard Slice on the Terror Guardian, and I plan to post this afternoon, but I have a lot to get through, so I'm unsure.
Sword Damage: 146K/250K
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
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I use Dragoneye at the Taken Terror Guardian.
I then drink a Greater Healing Potion.
SCP-2092 Complete!..Do they have a 2092? I didn't find any.
Heavy-Duty Mini-Mecha Cockpit Complete!
Mini-Mecha Psiionics Panel 4/5
Heavy-Duty Mini-Mecha Cockpit -c Inactive Thuleprism Golem
Joystick || Psiicrystal
Long Live the Queen 36/40
Moose 17/20
I may be making a mini-mecha.
+2 to Gusta, Then I dual-wield my two new swords, and slice, cut, maim, slash, swipe, hack, carve, gash, slit, incise, score, pierce, and rend the Taken Terror Guardian.
Alchemies:
Cheap Sword && Hellstone Ore && Obsidian && Nametag = Fiery Greatsword (4/6)
"MURAMASA" = The Demon Blade (3/6)
Charges:
Giant, Vord-Eating Spider (10/10) (+2 From Talist).
Inventory:
Here
I tab the Croach with my Twilisaber.
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
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The Other Arrival: 40/50
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 6/9
Physics Cannon: 19/30
Anti-Vord Orbital Bombardment: 17/25 (+2 from stronghammer)
iQuantimak: 8/11
Nanolight Lander: 3/4
Escalander: 3/3 Complete!
==Actions==
Okay, let's try this again.
Lothyra alchemizes Cargo Winch & Electromagnet = Electromagnet Winch.
ELECTROMAGNET WINCH: A winch that uses an electromagnet to pick things up, like those found in junkyards.
She then gathers more sacred items and fires on the Terror Guardian (or the Queen if the Terror Guardian is dead) with her iAntimak Carbine on full-auto. Bender uses Lightning Quick on the Keepers.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
=CHARGE=
-8 / 50- Genesis
-2 / 10- Lil Chub
+2 to Modpack
=ACTION=
I continue lifting the BRASS KNUCKLES.
( 2 / 6 )
=COMMAND=
Isaac will use the DECK OF CARDS.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
+2 to Gusta again, then I deploy the Giant, Vord-Eating Spider ONTO THE BATTLEFIELD! I give it a knife and fork, and tie a napkin around it's neck. "Bon appetit!"
Then I introduce the Croach to my swords for the heck of it.
Alchemies:
Cheap Sword && Hellstone Ore && Obsidian && Nametag = Fiery Greatsword (5/6)
"MURAMASA" = The Demon Blade (4/6)
Charges:
None
Inventory:
Here
Universal Power Ubercharge Meter: 6/9
Physics Cannon: 20/30
Anti-Vord Orbital Bombardment: 20/25 (+2 from stronghammer)
iQuantimak: 9/11
Nanolight Lander: 4/4 Complete!
Electromagnet Winch: 2/?
==Actions==
Lothyra does a HEADSHOT on the Terror Guardian (or the Queen if the Terror Guardian is dead) with iAntimak Carbine, then heals the Perfect Sphere with Universal Power and alchemizes Nanolight Lander -c Escalander. Bender starts shooting Croach with Bender's Gun on full auto.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
I heal myself with the Golden Sunsticks as mundanely as possible, generically noting to try not to die. Not dying is rather important.
I flash-step abruptly. When I cease moving, two sickles are imbedded within the Taken Terror Guardian. Cancer, to be exact. These things are rather useful in situations where melee attacks would be preferable to others, in situations NOT like this. Still, why would the obvious solution be the most efficient? Quite simply put, it would not be. It is a pointless affair, nonetheless. I slice repeatedly into the Taken Terror Guardian, noting the arcane structure of the eldritch beast. Slowly, unbeknownst to the general populace, I drain the life force of the beast, fusing it to the ground with a variety of untold curses of varying power. Red blotches of energy pour from the slashes in the Taken Terror Guardian, roasting it with the heat of its own life force. How ironic. Hah. With a sudden lack of inspiration, I merely slice a few more times with Cancer, and sheathe the sickles. I cause the Taken Terror Guardian to begin to melt psychically, with esoteric strain from the life-force draining directly combatting with the influence of the Vord.
Binary-covered Fang && Fluorite Octet 3/9
(Compu-sooth Spectagoggles && Timetables) || Ring 3/??
(Blue Generic Alchemiter && Zillymiter && AlChemistryinator) && Pocket Alchemiter 2/?? If I need to charge it.
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I get a rainbow and hit the Croach with it!
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
The Megadeath && Greater Almighty Elemental = Deus Omnipotens (Level 10: 4/11)
I proceed to use Ranchia and it's potent Ranch Dressing. Its healing properties make it one of the best healing/buffing energies ever. I proceed to squirt out and devour the oh-so-pure Ranch Dressing into my mouth, consuming it and restoring health. I share the wonderful substance with jondanger23 and r_stronghammer as well, or two other wounded AGs if they are fully healed by the time this post happens. I then report in that mysterious and inexplicable Keeper Suicides have reached an all time-high, causing the Taken terror Guardian (or the Hive-Queen if that's dead) to take emotional damage. Or woud, if I didn't have an 'emotional damage to physical damage' modifier attached to the Skrillex Drop, which I conveniently reportd out of. I then stab the TTG (or the Queen if he's dead) with caledfwlch in a rather generic manner.
Mini-Ion Cannon 1/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 1/4
5/5 For Healing or Building Mechanical Unit
5/5 for Text Based Magic
Battlefield: Red uses BT: Synchronise on the vord
Orbital Weapons:
Partial Inventory: Critmist II x41, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x5, The Redsticks, Potion of Nectar x13, The Bulletdome, Potion Airdropper
I dupe 3 potion of critmist
-Battlefield-
Boring and practical. I don't know about you, but energy conservation is rather important in combat for me.
Though I would suppose you don't have to fight with your life at risk very often. For most people, or at least me, combat isn't particularly enjoyable.
Speaking of combat... Red doesn't seem to know how to use other Battle Techniques. A moment.
26/30 Guardian Orbs
14/50 Weath Ray
Alchemy: Ender Pearl && TNT (1/???)
My Action: I summon an army of noobs to grief the Croach with dirt pillars and lava flows.
SCP Foundation Action: D-class are sent in for manual labor to destroy the Croach. They are protected by some guards who shoot down warriors as well.
Executor Action: Executor tries to scan the Vord Queen for weaknesses.
Tanker A2 Action: Void Tentacles, on the Croach.
All charges progress!
+1x2 to Erelye!
As even Ultimatum's anomalous coolant system has limits, the weapon has come to the brink of overheat, preventing my use of it for the rest of the turn.
On the other hand, my method of not using the recoil to reach Jupiter within the week consists of kinetic-energy storage by the gravitics in my armor, and leaves me with a very, very great deal of kinetic energy to get rid of. I do believe I know how.
I use my suit gravitics to forcibly lift either the Terror Guardian if it still lives, or the Queen if it does not, to the edge of space, then use the entirety of my stored kinetic energy to accelerate it towards the ground with enormous force, then, while it's recovering from the impact, draw the Dynamic Deathbringer and White Dwarf and open fire on it with all barrels until they enter cooldown as well.
Earth, right now:
Depending on whether his attempt at teleportation worked, Engie's attempt at escape and therefore presumably distaction of the foe was successful, and whether Twin let him have his mediocre-by-my-usual-standards power armor, the Unremarkable Man has a great deal of options. However, without the knowledge of current events that he would, in fact, possess in the moment, I cannot make a decision. Therefore, I reserve the right to act during this time period retroactively.
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
26/30 Guardian Orbs
14/50 Weath Ray
Ender Pearl && TNT (2/???)
My Action: A TSA agent strip-searches the godmodder, and confiscates all his gear that does not follow airline regulations.
SCP Foundation Action: Nanites attack the godmodder while he is unable to use his Omega Armor because of the strip-search. If they fail, another group of nanites dis-assemble the Croach.
Executor Action: Executor blasts Vord Keepers with lightning.
Tanker A2 Action: Shadow flames, on the Croach.
Kid Radd: 11/45
[OHaiMark]: 2/?
[KIDRADD!]: 2/?
[SIFanFic]: 2/?
I use a Health Recovery power on me and 2 other hurt AGs.
(Also, can i get back my Molten Processor from The_Serpent, since i'm back for good? Thanks.)