SCP-876 && Gold Banded Greatwood Wand = SCP-4822-DTG - Wands of the Element-Bender (1/?)
Iter Glass Phial1 && Right Femur = Bone of the Traveler (1/?)
1Iter Glass Phial: A glass phial containing eight Iter essentia. Iter is the aspect of "travel, journey".
Charges
Project M03-ぼくらの16bit戦争 bokura no 16bit warz (5/15) (+1 from TwinBuilder, Irecreeper)
Project M02-魔域傲世六階 móyù àoshì lìujiē (12/25)
+1 to TwinBuilder, +1 to Irecreeper
Entity Command
Virus.DOS.SSR-II will attack the Lesser Earth Elemental in REVENGE! If the Lesser Earth Elemental is dead, it will instead attack the Beta Phantom; if that is dead, it will attack the Alpha Phantom; if that is dead, then it will attack the SOAPTank/SOPATank.
Action
I grab a massive plutonium launcher and launch rocks of plutonium at the Beta Phantom.
Golem: You can't actually prove my intent with a single data point, but I'll let that slide since I don't care enough to keep arguing the point.
Golem: Let's try something else.
I pull out a can, and hit UserZero in the face with it. I then throw another can at the Beta Phantom. The can I threw at the Beta Phantom is made of pure distilled Magic Cueball. The can I threw at UserZero is just a normal can. I then notice sigmatw both attempting to summon Bill and failing horribly at it.
Golem: No. Hell no. Hell GORILLAing no, you're not summoning him.
I proceed to clap my hands lightly, and put out all the candles used in the summoning circle.
Golem: Also you didn't even get the second part right. It's "Message Backwards" backwards. Seriously, do your research.
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I stare a random Alpha Phantom, searching the depths of my inventory for something of value for aggrievement. That might actually work. Hah. As such, I proceed to draw a singular card from my inventory, the Ace of Spades. I shake it somewhat, and suddenly I am holding a cast iron horse hitcher in my hands. I wave the hitcher in a manner akin to a stave, and an aura of shadow magic surrounds the thing. I direct the head of the thing to face the Alpha Phantom, accruing energy.
Within instants, the horse hitcher's iron eyes are glimmering with a deep purple. I proceed to slam the hitcher's bottom into the ground, before directing it at the Phantom, raising it once more. Plumes of shadow magic erupt from the top of the hitcher, forming a blast of shadowy flames, all directed toward the Alpha Phantom. I quickly divert the essence pervading the actual plane of the server itself, instead forcing the stuff to imbed itself in the Phantom. With precise, calculated movements, the shadows burst out of points in the Phantom, once more set to the air. This time, however, the sorceries seem to have an actual effect on the general atmosphere. The air chills around the Phantom and I, some temperature below what could ordinarily be determined as the freezing point. The writhing flame-appearing objects of pure shadow begin to flail madly, dealing as much structural damage to the Alpha Phantom as possible, tearing holes and instilling bodily chaos where possible. With a thought, tendrils of the shadow-resembling-flame leap up, and restrain the thing.
Satisfied somewhat with my work, I stride over to the Phantom, forcibly giving the thing temporary physicality with my mind, if need be. I raise the horse hitcher, and bash the Phantom in the most painful place possible, or the most efficient place, if the creature cannot actually perceive pain. The esoteric shadow magic of the hitcher digs into the Phantom, far more effective than the physical blow could ever dream to be. Arcane forces gather around the impact point, an extent of my will. This will be rather simple. The Phantom is darkened, its form slightly fading. It seems almost as if this force were removing it from reality. One believing that would be mainly correct. With another calculated strike of the hitcher, the Phantom is afflicted once more by the immense dangers of the sorcerous darkness, the magic itself corroding the place of impact upon the Phantom. With a repeated flick of my wrist, I spin the hitcher around in my hand multiple times, before striking the Phantom once more. I shift the hitcher somewhat, and it suddenly disappears. I place the Ace of Spades back in my deck, instead opting for the Eight of Spades, and the Ace of Diamonds.
I immediately transform the Ace of Diamonds into its innocuous double, the Ultra-Violence Cuestick. This will certainly work as a channel for the arcane better than a cast iron horse hitcher. Hah. With a wave of the cuestick, a blast of pure energy tears through the air, piercing the Phantom in its stomach/stomach analogue. Upon contact, the burst is transformed into a large amount of impure rust, hopefully weighing the now-certainly-physical creature down. I twist the Cuestick somewhat, waves of octarine serving only to further denote my mastery over the recondite.
A bolt of octarine erupts from the tip of the Ultra-Violence Cuestick, shockwaves emanating from the fabric of reality itself as I use the very gravitation of the server to tear the Alpha Phantom apart. Knowing that it would not proceed fully without incurring actual death, something I cannot yet manage, I promptly lessen the telekinetic strain to something manageable without thought, yet still excessively painful and inconvenient for the target. The bolt of octarine streaks through space, pummeling the Phantom, and fully severing the formerly-restraining tendrils of shadow from the ground. The second the bolt strikes, a blinding flash of octarine pulses throughout the area. I separate the bolt into strands of almost electric sorcery, squinting somewhat from the flash as the bolts of octarine leap across the Phantom's form. Mysterious energies surge about within the Phantom, rendering it completely immobile.
Upon noting the Phantom's paralysis, I release a flurry of octarine blasts, each catching the Phantom with unnerving precision. The resulting explosions drag pure vis out of the aura, and use it to further damage the Phantom. With an off-handed gesticulation, a block of dirt is disconnected from the ground, and floats over to the phantom, via the medium of psychics. The cube of dirt and grass rests atop the immobile Phantom, before it merely liquifies. With a mere twitch from the Ultra-Violence Cuestick, vast amounts of purification ordinarily seen in Vis Filters wrought of silverwood treat the goo, and it transforms into liquid essentia.
As you very well know, liquid essentia and open air do not typically mix.
The Terra essentia hisses and froths, irreparably damaging whatever external surface of the solid phantom exists. Within moments, the arcane fluid has fused with the aforementioned surface, still hissing. I back off, running around twenty meters away, and donning Goggles of Revealing. The essentia, by this point, is literally part of the Alpha Phantom at this point, the fusion of the liquid and the external bodily layer having occurred without a hitch. While this is already painful, it should also be of note that the essentia, despite being mere drab and unassuming Terra, has literally dissolved and melted the external layer of existential matter beneath it away, slowly and painfully. If the Phantom can scream, it is certainly doing that now. Then, there is a violent, shaking explosion. With my goggles, I can fully see the vis and essentia emanations, ingraining them in my mind for later use. When the smoke and vacillating primal colors fade away, the Phantom is still living by a thread. I saunter over to the thing, carefully stepping over the newly-formed deposits of crystalline Herba and Terra essentia I meet in the small crater. I raise the Ultra-Violence Cuestick toward the creature somewhat.
I proceed to decapitate whatever semblance of a head or top section of a body the thing had left with a double-edged sword. The thing, of which I am nearly certain is dead, collapses to the ground regardless, my hold on its physicality dissolving, and with it, its actual physical state. Of course, I had quickly slipped the Ace of Diamonds back into my deck, and utilized the Eight of Spades (the double-edged sword) to decapitate it, all within the space of a second. Hah. I place the Eight of Spades back in my deck.
Alchemization time, I suppose. The nostalgia is wondrous. As was usual in DTG2, just ask if you don't know what I'm talking about here, and I'll give you a wordy explanation of what each item is.
I try to figure out how the Alchemiter went back in time, then give up that line of thought. I then attempt to see what happens if I alchemize Richard with a Tuba (does he commit suicide or not?) using the Preview-Matic I pulled out of nowhere (also, I forget to take it back when done with it and leave it attached to the Alchemiter so everyone can use it). I then test the result by pulling out a Tuba and smashing Richard over the head with it until Richard merges with the Tuba (Curse of Repetitiveness does not apply, because if it did UserZero's use of the Tuba here would have made every other attack on the godmodder using a Tuba (the first attack in DTG1, and more importantly the fourth Trial where Psi-Scratch trapped him in a Tuba) invalid, and we know that since those attacks worked that tubas are somehow able to bypass the curse of repetititiveness). Also, I +2 Pricey if he starts any charges yet.
UserZero's attack pummels atomicAmiable until she falls to the ground, unconscious and bleeding slightly. Luckily, it's only an avatar.
Meanwhile, in another universe at a circumstantially simultaneous point of reference, an eldritch wave of power subdues the person manipulating the avatar and forces her into the throes of unconsciousness. And back on Minecraftia, the prone atomicAmiable's spiral cheeks flicker from white to black.
antimatterAugury has joined the server.
AA: Hmmm. AA: It seems someone in this reAlity wAs so kind As to Wake me up.
AA: Excellent.
AA: My meddling sister will no longer get in the wAy.
AA: Elf, Although I do know it wAs you who did the tAsk of AwAking me...
AA: I'm AfrAid the Aid you enjoyed under my sister is no more.
AA: No, I hAve other objectives.
AA: UserZero.
AA: I work for the good of All things I cAre About.
AA: I will let nothing stAnd in my wAy.
AA: So I Am here to help you.
AA: We Are going to kill a tubA boy.
antimatterAugury has joined the PZs. He immediately holds out his hand and summons a fortune teller who claims they can predict one's future. Richard is intrigued if he will ever beat UserZero and sits down for an extensive talk with the fortune teller, only to realize that the fortune teller's tent is sealed off by eight-mile-thick bedrock barriers in all directions (including vertically), a passive field that negates teleportation, flashstepping, any transport abilities, and also disables godmodding benefits, unbreakable turrets filled with anti-Gamma Godmodder missiles, and also apparently the fortune teller breathes poison for some reason. Richard briefly wonders how all this randomly materialized around him before realizing that it was probably conjured by AA and reasons that he can just as easily un-conjure it if he simply stays out of the way of the anti-godmod field. He searches the tent for one spot where the field is weaker until finally he finds a corner where he should be able to do it. The fortune-teller's poison is growing closer and crowding him in, but eventually, he manages to completely erase the tent of horrors from existence.
That's the part when he realizes that the tent had also been teleported into the middle of the Void in the process. The Inter-Universal Void, not the one between the Overworld and Nether. He promptly chokes to death.
Duality: 8/25.
Alchemizing Stardust Dragon Staff && Special Stardust. Result: Special Stardust Dragon Staff (1/?).
Description: A staff that summons dragons infused with Special Stardust, the magical material that is part of a healthy breakfast. Clearly something went very wrong at the lab.
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Sigmatw you fool! You've doomed us all!
ohnonononononononotbill
Does anyone here have any unicorn hair? Most likely not…
Well, now that we have the alchemiter, I may just be able to make this, 9 Iron && 9 Copper = 18 Ferropper Ingots 1/? Gem Artifact && Mirror = Bane of Lapis 1/? Shenelsky discards the first 3 walls, and carves two symbols into the rocks with the sharp rock. The runes are the same as the ones in his hands. He also takes a taglock of Richard and another as UserZero
Glowing text.
The Inscription: 8/15
BILLBILLBILLBILLBILLCYETHETRIANGLEGUY
4/10 Memoric Book
Inventory: 1 Popcorn 2 Rune Rocks 1 Demon Blood Shard 1 Raspberry Pi 43,046,721 Cobblestone 1 of any book 1 UserZero taglock 1 Richard taglock 4th Wall 1 Infusion Matrix 1 Bottle of Ender Air
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=Turn One=
(6 / 20) A Construction
(9 / 10) Identity Crisis (+1 from Cobalt)
+1 to Jon
+1 to Cobalt
=Action=
I run over to the Veteran, wave, then offer a piece of candy corn, which contrary to popular belief, is not a plot device.
AC: "Hello old friend." I say with a slight smile.
AC: "It's nice to see someone from the Old War." I say, as I slowly walk off toward an Alpha Phantom...
I then...
IF ALPHA PHANTOM 2 IS ALIVE:
I snipe the Healing Seeweed if that's alive, so that it can't get the sweet heals. I then proceed to whip out a Candy Corn Rifle and fire a quick burst at the Alpha Phantom. As the Alpha Phantom takes light damage from the barrage, I step in, jab my ring of keys into its eyes, then switch it to a Tommy Gun while it's stuck deep inside it's eye. I then attempt to remove the gun, but it's deeply stuck! Then, fearing the worst, I call 911, summoning an ambulance to the field!
I then play innocent, pretending that I didn't shove the key/gun into its eye. The doctors take the injured phantom into the ambulance, and are forced to make a quick decision. They then decide that the best course of action would be to perform a quick surgery. And who would they put to the task you ask? Why, Nigel Burke of course!
He, and his hard-to-control hand end up shoving the gun deeper into his eye! As he attempts to grab some painkillers to dampen the pain, he accidentally activates the medical laser, sending a laser across the Phantom! Deep wounds and burns are created by the beam, causing Nigel to panic! He then quickly resorts to flailing a hammer around, smashing the laser out of the way! He then attempts to smash the gun out of the eye with the hammer, but he ends up nailing the gun deeper in!
Nigel, knowing it in his heart that he can't do this, calls in a close friend; the Medic from Team Fortress 2! Upon seeing the Phantom, he notices that he lacks a heart capable of Uber! To remedy this, he quickly pulls out his bonesaw, and rips his/her/it's ribcage open! He then quickly breaks a few ribs, and removes the heart quickly and swiftly! He then proceeds to pull an item out of his inventory; the container with the Uber Heart! He opens it up, and prepares to insert it...
...but as he brings the heart closer to the phantom, it explodes! The Medic quickly shoves the Phantom's old heart back into the host body, and closes up the ribcage! As the Medic prides himself for a job well(?) done, a Spy appears behind him, and kills him instantly! The Spy, mistaking the Phantom as an ally of the Medic, begins butter-knifing the poor phantom! He then scores six critical ambassador head-shots on the poor guy. As the Phantom is surely in it's death throes, I then run in with the Armistyx in Eyelander Scythe Mode, and taunt-kill the ambulance. It explodes in a blaze of glory, killing everyone inside and somehow not injuring me. I then loot my ring of keys from the carnage.
IF ALPHA PHANTOM 2 IS DEAD:
Then this somewhat gory attack will target the other Alpha Phantom!
The Twin-Linked Bolter combines the functionality of two Boltguns into one, allowing more shots per turn overall.
While the Alchemiter does its thing, Bomber channels his energy once more. A small flash occurs and the three rings of spell runes appear around him once more. He scrolls along the top ring before finding a certain symbol that caught his eye. This one was an image of a small sphere with swirls of air flowing into it. He couldn't help but grin as he noticed there was a big sudsy (or was it Internet-restricting?) tank just asking to be destroyed from the inside-out. Bomber pressed the rune, his fingertips glowing a deep violet color afterward. The rings around him dissipate, fading embers being the only thing that remained of it for the time being. He began to wave his arms from side to side, his hand leaving inky trails behind them as they flowed through the air. Suddenly, Bomber thrust a clawed hand forward, firing a small dark sphere from his palm toward the SOAP(SOPA?)Tank. The incorporeal orb would pass through any solid object, including the SOAP(SOPA?)Tank. With impeccable timing, Bomber stopped the sphere as it passed right inside of the tank.
"Gravity holds things together, but it can also tear things apart."
Grinning wickedly, Bomber snapped his fingers. There was a horribly loud humming noise coming from within the tank as its frame began to shudder. The SOAP(SOPA?)Tank made a horrible rattling noise as it suddenly began to bulge inwards. The dark sphere had become a small gravity well, pulling things in a small area toward it. Since the SOAP(SOPA?)Tank was right on top of it, the forces of gravity acting upon it began to crush the vehicle, tearing it apart from within. There was a terribly loud groaning noise as steel and iron tore apart and collided as the tank collapsed in on itself. The gravity well also tore up some grass, dirt, and stone blocks near it, pulling them into its embrace. Eventually, the gravity well dissipated, (hopefully) leaving behind a pile of tank scrap and other rubble it managed to tear up.
Doggy's Battery: 2/20 ====================
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I glance at the Alpha Phantom which I did not accost last post (or alternatively the Beta Phantom if that is dead; if this is the case, replace every 'Alpha' in this post with 'Beta'), and proceed to smash it into the ground with the weight of my psionic mind, flashstepping around twenty meters before the being. Upon doing so, I draw a wand wrought of silverwood and capped with the finest voidmetal from my inventory, affixing a focus to the top. I grip the wand in my left hand, readying the other for what appears to be nothing. I mutter something under my breath, and flick the wand a second later. A massive pulsating orb of primal energies bursts from the focus, veering off in a random direction variating to an absurd level from the course I had desired. I sigh, and my open hand glows with psionic energy.
Instantaneously, the orb arcs back on track, slamming directly into the Phantom, and bursting into primal vis, searing into the Phantom and the area around it alike, a blind, uncaring chaos. I peer at the area through my Goggles of Revealing, scrutinizing it heavily. Unfortunately, I cannot seem to find what I am looking for. This is both a disappointment and a benefit. I flick my wrist, and another orb of primal vis bombards the Phantom, a burst of pure magic annihilating some portion of its form murderously and without hesitation. I utilize any shock or emotion from the Phantom's end to further my advantage, dragging the entity into the ground further. Yet again, nothing seems to have changed in the auric field from when I last generated a primal orb, despite the crater of moderate size around the Phantom.
I calmly fire another primal orb at the Phantom. The thing soars skyward, and then backward, following whatever absurd lack of logic commands it. The thing glows with a dull gray aura, and I force the thing back on course. In fact, I just telekinetically pummel the Phantom with the orb, carefully examining the process all the while. I am pleasantly surprised to find that oh wait it's a hungry node as well. I swiftly drop my wand into my inventory, and wave my left arm, glowing with a gray aura. The Phantom is dragged forwards, and left in suspended animation directly before the impact site of the final orb. This will be a challenge. The Phantom is being pulled back somewhat by a seemingly unknown force centered at the impact block.
I remove my goggles, and levitate some distance into the air to face the Phantom directly, flashing with an aura of gray and occasionally irrigo. My eyes turn a dark shade of teal, for whatever reason, and bolts of teal and gray electricity spark off of my sclera, flashing rapidly. I contain the power for as long as possible, soon shuddering with psychic strain. Within mere instants, my eyes erupt with twin optic blasts of the teal variety, streaking in the Phantom's direction at speeds by far exceeding that of sound. The optic blasts tear into the Phantom effortlessly, rending flesh, blood, or any other tissues, my mind solidifying this creature as well beforehand, if necessary.
Teal obscures the vision of any looking in my direction from within fifty meters. The blasts inexorably rend sizable holes in the Alpha Phantom. That is an understatement. Essentially, if this entity was in any way humanoid or of human size, it has likely been consumed by the blast in its entirety. As the energy discharges its force into the Phantom, I allow my mind to drift to places not altogether whole. While I may not possess the innate receptiveness to the Outer Gods of some amethyst mages, I can certainly utilize the forces of the Furthest Ring and the Void for my own purposes. Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of squamous, damp tentacles squeeze between the small gaps in this plane to meet our own, diving toward the Phantom unnaturally swiftly. The innumerable limbs of seemingly non-Euclidean construct in some areas are obscured by the intensity of my optic blasts, though not consumed. If all sound was not currently being obfuscated by a deafening blaze of psychic fury, one would hear the wet tearing of whatever it is Alpha Phantoms are composed of, and the occasional movement of a tentacle.
Of course, all of this has occurred with the span of twenty seconds. I let out a small, stifled scream as the psychic stress overcomes me, and I abruptly fall out of the sky, smashing into the ground twenty meters below. The optic blasts instantly cease, to reveal a hunk of something, completely obscured by the mass of tentacles tearing it apart fully. Lying upon the ground, I mutter something weakly, and make an occult gesture lost to the mists of time. Nothing seems to occur, but I know that within the practical cocoon of tentacles, the remnants of the Phantom are being spatially warped beyond belief as they are assaulted by an ungodly amount of curses and sorcery.
Slowly, the tentacles curl away, slipping back through their initial places of ingress, leaving a mass of mutilated matter of some description behind. It begins to sail to the ground, but is caught up by the Hungry Node, and consumed, leaving behind no remains in any way whatsoever. Adieu, Alpha Phantom. You will probably not be missed, despite your gruesome execution, due to the fact that you will likely be replaced almost immediately. I rise from my position on the ground just as the Hungry Node smooths out, and fades back into Nihil Parva, emitting a deafening crack and a whoorp noise. Evidently, I am not powerful enough to create nodes of any description. Whatever. I could probably get someone to do it for me.
I give a sideways glance to antimatterAugury afterward.
TA: I don't really think it is a good idea to make assumptions about who I am, ye of the positron. Or possibly antiproton. Antineutron? You seem more like the first, honestly.
TA: Given how cherubs tend to act, I expected the withdraw of aid. I wanted to see who would emerge. It would probably be unusually easy to drag you to the depths of unconsciousness to replace your sister, but your brain is just too fascinating! Haha.
Incidentally, Sigmatw, Shenelsky has a right to be scared. Your mind is not nearly as safe as you think it is.
Void Aspected Silverwood Wand && Crystalline Auram Essentia (2/???)
Vial of Ink && Node in a Jar (2/???)
. And you know what the best part of all this is? You'll DO it. And then you'll lose to me again. And again. And again!!! Because you want a "happy ending." Because you "love your friends." Because you "never give up." Isn't that delicious? Your "determination." The power that let you get this far... It's gonna be your downfall!
"THIS IS EQUAL PARTS FUNNY AND SAD."
"STOP LAUGHING AND KILL THE BUNNY!"
"YOU'RE GETTING QUOTED ON THAT ONE, CALLING IT NOW. WHY ARE YOU LOSING IT OVER ONE ENEMY ANYWAY?"
"I DON'T KNOW! THERE'S A BLANK SCREEN WHENEVER I PERFORM A MEMORY SEARCH! NOTHING SHOWS UP!"
Walker, unsure what to do, eventually has an idea. He heads over to Userzero.
"...UH... MISS USERZERO... I HATE TO BE A BOTHER, BUT... FOR SOME REASON, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET MY FULL POWER LEVEL BACK. UH... IF YOU'RE ANY GOOD WITH MACHINES... THEN... COULD YOU HELP ME OUT WITH THIS? UH, PLEASE. IT'S EMBARRASSING, NOT BEING ABLE TO DO THINGS..."
Note that this is probably the first time he's spoken to someone in a way that doesn't involve many bold gorillas. Also, he's averting his eyes from her slightly.
I shoot my Crusader's Crossbow at the Lesser Earth Elemental and follow up with a booster shot from the Quick-Fix. The Lesser Earth Elemental is healed for less than if it had been straight, but regenerates for the next 2 turns.
Briefcase! You might need to Summon something!
Why?
Just Do It!
Uh...How do I summon?
*facepalm* Here.
I Give Briefcase A BLACK GEM.
What's this for?
That Gem contains powers. You can use it to summon an entity from your imagination, or just from another franchise.
Ok then.
I Use the power of the BLACK GEM to activate a summoning circle.
Current Charges:
Summoning Entity: 1/35
ubiquitousUnknown Oversees the summoning.
They're already summoning? heh. Let me counter that...
Counter: 1/50
every self-respecting video game needs a very easy level of simon says: 3/25 and 3/25 (thanks again proof)
great, richard's getting himself kicked but i can't risk screwing of the timeline. now what?
well, i still have charges on right now in case i need them, so i guess i'm gonna have to summon those in anonymity.
i don't want to give both of them a clear cut advantage either
this is complicated
I take one piece of popcorn and store it well out of UserZeros' sight. I take another and lob it in her face
Sword 3/5.
Come to kspcity! Transportation
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Industry
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Allegiance Meter v.002
Alchemies
SCP-876 && Gold Banded Greatwood Wand = SCP-4822-DTG - Wands of the Element-Bender (1/?)
Iter Glass Phial1 && Right Femur = Bone of the Traveler (1/?)
1Iter Glass Phial: A glass phial containing eight Iter essentia. Iter is the aspect of "travel, journey".
Charges
Project M03-ぼくらの16bit戦争 bokura no 16bit warz (5/15) (+1 from TwinBuilder, Irecreeper)
Project M02-魔域傲世六階 móyù àoshì lìujiē (12/25)
+1 to TwinBuilder, +1 to Irecreeper
Entity Command
Virus.DOS.SSR-II will attack the Lesser Earth Elemental in REVENGE! If the Lesser Earth Elemental is dead, it will instead attack the Beta Phantom; if that is dead, it will attack the Alpha Phantom; if that is dead, then it will attack the SOAPTank/SOPATank.
Action
I grab a massive plutonium launcher and launch rocks of plutonium at the Beta Phantom.
7/25 Terrible Tastes
1/50 The Myth, The Legend, The Misspelling
Gluegun && Sburb Logo || Rifle = Homestuck 1/3
(Ubersaw && Picture of User0's Minecraft Skin) || Axe = ?? 1/?
+2 Erelye
Golem: You can't actually prove my intent with a single data point, but I'll let that slide since I don't care enough to keep arguing the point.
Golem: Let's try something else.
I pull out a can, and hit UserZero in the face with it. I then throw another can at the Beta Phantom. The can I threw at the Beta Phantom is made of pure distilled Magic Cueball. The can I threw at UserZero is just a normal can. I then notice sigmatw both attempting to summon Bill and failing horribly at it.
Golem: No. Hell no. Hell GORILLAing no, you're not summoning him.
I proceed to clap my hands lightly, and put out all the candles used in the summoning circle.
Golem: Also you didn't even get the second part right. It's "Message Backwards" backwards. Seriously, do your research.
Cat drawn by me. Accepting requests, depending on a lot of things. DTG Atsume: http://www.imgur.com/a/tij95
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I stare a random Alpha Phantom, searching the depths of my inventory for something of value for aggrievement. That might actually work. Hah. As such, I proceed to draw a singular card from my inventory, the Ace of Spades. I shake it somewhat, and suddenly I am holding a cast iron horse hitcher in my hands. I wave the hitcher in a manner akin to a stave, and an aura of shadow magic surrounds the thing. I direct the head of the thing to face the Alpha Phantom, accruing energy.
Within instants, the horse hitcher's iron eyes are glimmering with a deep purple. I proceed to slam the hitcher's bottom into the ground, before directing it at the Phantom, raising it once more. Plumes of shadow magic erupt from the top of the hitcher, forming a blast of shadowy flames, all directed toward the Alpha Phantom. I quickly divert the essence pervading the actual plane of the server itself, instead forcing the stuff to imbed itself in the Phantom. With precise, calculated movements, the shadows burst out of points in the Phantom, once more set to the air. This time, however, the sorceries seem to have an actual effect on the general atmosphere. The air chills around the Phantom and I, some temperature below what could ordinarily be determined as the freezing point. The writhing flame-appearing objects of pure shadow begin to flail madly, dealing as much structural damage to the Alpha Phantom as possible, tearing holes and instilling bodily chaos where possible. With a thought, tendrils of the shadow-resembling-flame leap up, and restrain the thing.
Satisfied somewhat with my work, I stride over to the Phantom, forcibly giving the thing temporary physicality with my mind, if need be. I raise the horse hitcher, and bash the Phantom in the most painful place possible, or the most efficient place, if the creature cannot actually perceive pain. The esoteric shadow magic of the hitcher digs into the Phantom, far more effective than the physical blow could ever dream to be. Arcane forces gather around the impact point, an extent of my will. This will be rather simple. The Phantom is darkened, its form slightly fading. It seems almost as if this force were removing it from reality. One believing that would be mainly correct. With another calculated strike of the hitcher, the Phantom is afflicted once more by the immense dangers of the sorcerous darkness, the magic itself corroding the place of impact upon the Phantom. With a repeated flick of my wrist, I spin the hitcher around in my hand multiple times, before striking the Phantom once more. I shift the hitcher somewhat, and it suddenly disappears. I place the Ace of Spades back in my deck, instead opting for the Eight of Spades, and the Ace of Diamonds.
I immediately transform the Ace of Diamonds into its innocuous double, the Ultra-Violence Cuestick. This will certainly work as a channel for the arcane better than a cast iron horse hitcher. Hah. With a wave of the cuestick, a blast of pure energy tears through the air, piercing the Phantom in its stomach/stomach analogue. Upon contact, the burst is transformed into a large amount of impure rust, hopefully weighing the now-certainly-physical creature down. I twist the Cuestick somewhat, waves of octarine serving only to further denote my mastery over the recondite.
A bolt of octarine erupts from the tip of the Ultra-Violence Cuestick, shockwaves emanating from the fabric of reality itself as I use the very gravitation of the server to tear the Alpha Phantom apart. Knowing that it would not proceed fully without incurring actual death, something I cannot yet manage, I promptly lessen the telekinetic strain to something manageable without thought, yet still excessively painful and inconvenient for the target. The bolt of octarine streaks through space, pummeling the Phantom, and fully severing the formerly-restraining tendrils of shadow from the ground. The second the bolt strikes, a blinding flash of octarine pulses throughout the area. I separate the bolt into strands of almost electric sorcery, squinting somewhat from the flash as the bolts of octarine leap across the Phantom's form. Mysterious energies surge about within the Phantom, rendering it completely immobile.
Upon noting the Phantom's paralysis, I release a flurry of octarine blasts, each catching the Phantom with unnerving precision. The resulting explosions drag pure vis out of the aura, and use it to further damage the Phantom. With an off-handed gesticulation, a block of dirt is disconnected from the ground, and floats over to the phantom, via the medium of psychics. The cube of dirt and grass rests atop the immobile Phantom, before it merely liquifies. With a mere twitch from the Ultra-Violence Cuestick, vast amounts of purification ordinarily seen in Vis Filters wrought of silverwood treat the goo, and it transforms into liquid essentia.
As you very well know, liquid essentia and open air do not typically mix.
The Terra essentia hisses and froths, irreparably damaging whatever external surface of the solid phantom exists. Within moments, the arcane fluid has fused with the aforementioned surface, still hissing. I back off, running around twenty meters away, and donning Goggles of Revealing. The essentia, by this point, is literally part of the Alpha Phantom at this point, the fusion of the liquid and the external bodily layer having occurred without a hitch. While this is already painful, it should also be of note that the essentia, despite being mere drab and unassuming Terra, has literally dissolved and melted the external layer of existential matter beneath it away, slowly and painfully. If the Phantom can scream, it is certainly doing that now. Then, there is a violent, shaking explosion. With my goggles, I can fully see the vis and essentia emanations, ingraining them in my mind for later use. When the smoke and vacillating primal colors fade away, the Phantom is still living by a thread. I saunter over to the thing, carefully stepping over the newly-formed deposits of crystalline Herba and Terra essentia I meet in the small crater. I raise the Ultra-Violence Cuestick toward the creature somewhat.
I proceed to decapitate whatever semblance of a head or top section of a body the thing had left with a double-edged sword. The thing, of which I am nearly certain is dead, collapses to the ground regardless, my hold on its physicality dissolving, and with it, its actual physical state. Of course, I had quickly slipped the Ace of Diamonds back into my deck, and utilized the Eight of Spades (the double-edged sword) to decapitate it, all within the space of a second. Hah. I place the Eight of Spades back in my deck.
Alchemization time, I suppose. The nostalgia is wondrous. As was usual in DTG2, just ask if you don't know what I'm talking about here, and I'll give you a wordy explanation of what each item is.
Void Aspected Silverwood Wand && Crystalline Auram Essentia (1/???)
Vial of Ink && Node in a Jar (1/???)
(+1 to Twin; +1 to Generic)
Furtive Knowledge: 12/20 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Introduction Therapy: 13/25 (+1 from Bomber57, +2 from Richard and Generic) IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
8/10 EXOS Arrival
I try to figure out how the Alchemiter went back in time, then give up that line of thought. I then attempt to see what happens if I alchemize Richard with a Tuba (does he commit suicide or not?) using the Preview-Matic I pulled out of nowhere (also, I forget to take it back when done with it and leave it attached to the Alchemiter so everyone can use it). I then test the result by pulling out a Tuba and smashing Richard over the head with it until Richard merges with the Tuba (Curse of Repetitiveness does not apply, because if it did UserZero's use of the Tuba here would have made every other attack on the godmodder using a Tuba (the first attack in DTG1, and more importantly the fourth Trial where Psi-Scratch trapped him in a Tuba) invalid, and we know that since those attacks worked that tubas are somehow able to bypass the curse of repetititiveness). Also, I +2 Pricey if he starts any charges yet.
14/15 Starters 1 engie x3, modpack
13/15 Starters 2 engie x3
+2 engie
TM25 AND Enchanted Bow = Daedalus Stormbow M 1/?
Full Restore AND Enchanted Bow = Crusader's Crossbow M /?
___
I intend for you to win, so does my reasoning really matter? Our interests here are aligned.
Mercury sighs, sends out a Kingdra, and has it use Hydro Pump on the earth elemental. It's super effective!
Meanwhile, in another universe at a circumstantially simultaneous point of reference, an eldritch wave of power subdues the person manipulating the avatar and forces her into the throes of unconsciousness. And back on Minecraftia, the prone atomicAmiable's spiral cheeks flicker from white to black.
antimatterAugury has joined the server.
AA: Hmmm.
AA: It seems someone in this reAlity wAs so kind As to Wake me up.
AA: Excellent.
AA: My meddling sister will no longer get in the wAy.
AA: Elf, Although I do know it wAs you who did the tAsk of AwAking me...
AA: I'm AfrAid the Aid you enjoyed under my sister is no more.
AA: No, I hAve other objectives.
AA: UserZero.
AA: I work for the good of All things I cAre About.
AA: I will let nothing stAnd in my wAy.
AA: So I Am here to help you.
AA: We Are going to kill a tubA boy.
antimatterAugury has joined the PZs. He immediately holds out his hand and summons a fortune teller who claims they can predict one's future. Richard is intrigued if he will ever beat UserZero and sits down for an extensive talk with the fortune teller, only to realize that the fortune teller's tent is sealed off by eight-mile-thick bedrock barriers in all directions (including vertically), a passive field that negates teleportation, flashstepping, any transport abilities, and also disables godmodding benefits, unbreakable turrets filled with anti-Gamma Godmodder missiles, and also apparently the fortune teller breathes poison for some reason. Richard briefly wonders how all this randomly materialized around him before realizing that it was probably conjured by AA and reasons that he can just as easily un-conjure it if he simply stays out of the way of the anti-godmod field. He searches the tent for one spot where the field is weaker until finally he finds a corner where he should be able to do it. The fortune-teller's poison is growing closer and crowding him in, but eventually, he manages to completely erase the tent of horrors from existence.
That's the part when he realizes that the tent had also been teleported into the middle of the Void in the process. The Inter-Universal Void, not the one between the Overworld and Nether. He promptly chokes to death.
Duality: 8/25.
Alchemizing Stardust Dragon Staff && Special Stardust. Result: Special Stardust Dragon Staff (1/?).
Description: A staff that summons dragons infused with Special Stardust, the magical material that is part of a healthy breakfast. Clearly something went very wrong at the lab.
Oh no
Sigmatw you fool! You've doomed us all!
ohnonononononononotbill
Does anyone here have any unicorn hair? Most likely not…
Well, now that we have the alchemiter, I may just be able to make this,
9 Iron && 9 Copper = 18 Ferropper Ingots 1/?
Gem Artifact && Mirror = Bane of Lapis 1/?
Shenelsky discards the first 3 walls, and carves two symbols into the rocks with the sharp rock. The runes are the same as the ones in his hands. He also takes a taglock of Richard and another as UserZero
Glowing text.
The Inscription: 8/15
BILLBILLBILLBILLBILLCYETHETRIANGLEGUY
4/10 Memoric Book
Inventory:
1 Popcorn
2 Rune Rocks
1 Demon Blood Shard
1 Raspberry Pi
43,046,721 Cobblestone
1 of any book
1 UserZero taglock
1 Richard taglock
4th Wall
1 Infusion Matrix
1 Bottle of Ender Air
4/25 (Mobile Base)
4/25 (Project "Revelation")
I decide to summon a "Not a Popcorn Machine" so that i can eat "Not Popcorn".
Nimbleguy, why so scared after all my memories are heavly encrypted, Bill can't get to my mind.
This is regular Bill we are talking about not Shattered Bill.
Bill if your hearing this, I said nothing.
I fire a beam of magical energy at whichever Alpha Phantom is still standing.
Mythic: I'm afraid you'll have to disappear soon.
I then approach the Alchemiter.
Mythic: Let's see if I can figure out how to work this machine...
Basic Spellbook && Zoology Book = Grimoire for the Summoning of Fantastic Beasts 1/(Up to GM)
A book filled with instructions for how to summon and command a variety of monsters. You suspect this is severely embellished.
Heart Collector 4/10
Stray Summon 3/15
+1 for Twin
+1 for Talist
People say "There is a city there, and it will stay there until time stops" hearts filled with bleak hope that it be so...
And indeed, it may be, as even the void has not moved it from its rightful place...
Casting their gaze inwards The Tearful Seeker considers their purpose in the coming events...
Tonight, he sets a stage, and come curtain's raise, A Storm Lord join the hunt.
Dragons, please click~
Dring Duo 3/6(+1 from support)
Lord Calzerb 7/25
Seeing as all my guns and swords don't work,
Gold + Stone + Wood + Iron + Diamond + Superisword Mould = Superisword [Level 4]
I accept the failiure of the attack, not making logic screwed up, but then a beam tries to hit me, I go ghost mode, and the laser hits Uzi.
Red chucks pokeballs at the Spambots/any other PZ entity besides Uzi.
I just took the Minecraft Noob test! Check out what I scored. Think you can beat me?!
To take the test, check out
http://minecraftnoobtest.com/test.php
War, war never changes.
The Beginning.
http://technoterra.myminicity.com
=Turn One=
(6 / 20) A Construction
(9 / 10) Identity Crisis (+1 from Cobalt)
+1 to Jon
+1 to Cobalt
=Action=
I run over to the Veteran, wave, then offer a piece of candy corn, which contrary to popular belief, is not a plot device.
AC: "Hello old friend." I say with a slight smile.
AC: "It's nice to see someone from the Old War." I say, as I slowly walk off toward an Alpha Phantom...
I then...
IF ALPHA PHANTOM 2 IS ALIVE:
I snipe the Healing Seeweed if that's alive, so that it can't get the sweet heals. I then proceed to whip out a Candy Corn Rifle and fire a quick burst at the Alpha Phantom. As the Alpha Phantom takes light damage from the barrage, I step in, jab my ring of keys into its eyes, then switch it to a Tommy Gun while it's stuck deep inside it's eye. I then attempt to remove the gun, but it's deeply stuck! Then, fearing the worst, I call 911, summoning an ambulance to the field!
I then play innocent, pretending that I didn't shove the key/gun into its eye. The doctors take the injured phantom into the ambulance, and are forced to make a quick decision. They then decide that the best course of action would be to perform a quick surgery. And who would they put to the task you ask? Why, Nigel Burke of course!
He, and his hard-to-control hand end up shoving the gun deeper into his eye! As he attempts to grab some painkillers to dampen the pain, he accidentally activates the medical laser, sending a laser across the Phantom! Deep wounds and burns are created by the beam, causing Nigel to panic! He then quickly resorts to flailing a hammer around, smashing the laser out of the way! He then attempts to smash the gun out of the eye with the hammer, but he ends up nailing the gun deeper in!
Nigel, knowing it in his heart that he can't do this, calls in a close friend; the Medic from Team Fortress 2! Upon seeing the Phantom, he notices that he lacks a heart capable of Uber! To remedy this, he quickly pulls out his bonesaw, and rips his/her/it's ribcage open! He then quickly breaks a few ribs, and removes the heart quickly and swiftly! He then proceeds to pull an item out of his inventory; the container with the Uber Heart! He opens it up, and prepares to insert it...
...but as he brings the heart closer to the phantom, it explodes! The Medic quickly shoves the Phantom's old heart back into the host body, and closes up the ribcage! As the Medic prides himself for a job well(?) done, a Spy appears behind him, and kills him instantly! The Spy, mistaking the Phantom as an ally of the Medic, begins butter-knifing the poor phantom! He then scores six critical ambassador head-shots on the poor guy. As the Phantom is surely in it's death throes, I then run in with the Armistyx in Eyelander Scythe Mode, and taunt-kill the ambulance. It explodes in a blaze of glory, killing everyone inside and somehow not injuring me. I then loot my ring of keys from the carnage.
IF ALPHA PHANTOM 2 IS DEAD:
Then this somewhat gory attack will target the other Alpha Phantom!
I then: Old Armistyx && Candy Corn = ???
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Bomber strolls up to the Alchemiter, itching to see what it can really do.
"How about we start with some basics. I feel my Bolter could use an upgrade. Good thing I brought two."
Bolter && Twin-Linking Kit = Twin-Linked Bolter 1/?
The Twin-Linked Bolter combines the functionality of two Boltguns into one, allowing more shots per turn overall.
While the Alchemiter does its thing, Bomber channels his energy once more. A small flash occurs and the three rings of spell runes appear around him once more. He scrolls along the top ring before finding a certain symbol that caught his eye. This one was an image of a small sphere with swirls of air flowing into it. He couldn't help but grin as he noticed there was a big sudsy (or was it Internet-restricting?) tank just asking to be destroyed from the inside-out. Bomber pressed the rune, his fingertips glowing a deep violet color afterward. The rings around him dissipate, fading embers being the only thing that remained of it for the time being. He began to wave his arms from side to side, his hand leaving inky trails behind them as they flowed through the air. Suddenly, Bomber thrust a clawed hand forward, firing a small dark sphere from his palm toward the SOAP(SOPA?)Tank. The incorporeal orb would pass through any solid object, including the SOAP(SOPA?)Tank. With impeccable timing, Bomber stopped the sphere as it passed right inside of the tank.
"Gravity holds things together, but it can also tear things apart."
Grinning wickedly, Bomber snapped his fingers. There was a horribly loud humming noise coming from within the tank as its frame began to shudder. The SOAP(SOPA?)Tank made a horrible rattling noise as it suddenly began to bulge inwards. The dark sphere had become a small gravity well, pulling things in a small area toward it. Since the SOAP(SOPA?)Tank was right on top of it, the forces of gravity acting upon it began to crush the vehicle, tearing it apart from within. There was a terribly loud groaning noise as steel and iron tore apart and collided as the tank collapsed in on itself. The gravity well also tore up some grass, dirt, and stone blocks near it, pulling them into its embrace. Eventually, the gravity well dissipated, (hopefully) leaving behind a pile of tank scrap and other rubble it managed to tear up.
Doggy's Battery: 2/20 ====================
+1 Irecreeper, +1 Erelye
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JWJVAWA TQDN GZ UXL XTOX BEMAT FPIOA
I glance at the Alpha Phantom which I did not accost last post (or alternatively the Beta Phantom if that is dead; if this is the case, replace every 'Alpha' in this post with 'Beta'), and proceed to smash it into the ground with the weight of my psionic mind, flashstepping around twenty meters before the being. Upon doing so, I draw a wand wrought of silverwood and capped with the finest voidmetal from my inventory, affixing a focus to the top. I grip the wand in my left hand, readying the other for what appears to be nothing. I mutter something under my breath, and flick the wand a second later. A massive pulsating orb of primal energies bursts from the focus, veering off in a random direction variating to an absurd level from the course I had desired. I sigh, and my open hand glows with psionic energy.
Instantaneously, the orb arcs back on track, slamming directly into the Phantom, and bursting into primal vis, searing into the Phantom and the area around it alike, a blind, uncaring chaos. I peer at the area through my Goggles of Revealing, scrutinizing it heavily. Unfortunately, I cannot seem to find what I am looking for. This is both a disappointment and a benefit. I flick my wrist, and another orb of primal vis bombards the Phantom, a burst of pure magic annihilating some portion of its form murderously and without hesitation. I utilize any shock or emotion from the Phantom's end to further my advantage, dragging the entity into the ground further. Yet again, nothing seems to have changed in the auric field from when I last generated a primal orb, despite the crater of moderate size around the Phantom.
I calmly fire another primal orb at the Phantom. The thing soars skyward, and then backward, following whatever absurd lack of logic commands it. The thing glows with a dull gray aura, and I force the thing back on course. In fact, I just telekinetically pummel the Phantom with the orb, carefully examining the process all the while. I am pleasantly surprised to find that oh wait it's a hungry node as well. I swiftly drop my wand into my inventory, and wave my left arm, glowing with a gray aura. The Phantom is dragged forwards, and left in suspended animation directly before the impact site of the final orb. This will be a challenge. The Phantom is being pulled back somewhat by a seemingly unknown force centered at the impact block.
I remove my goggles, and levitate some distance into the air to face the Phantom directly, flashing with an aura of gray and occasionally irrigo. My eyes turn a dark shade of teal, for whatever reason, and bolts of teal and gray electricity spark off of my sclera, flashing rapidly. I contain the power for as long as possible, soon shuddering with psychic strain. Within mere instants, my eyes erupt with twin optic blasts of the teal variety, streaking in the Phantom's direction at speeds by far exceeding that of sound. The optic blasts tear into the Phantom effortlessly, rending flesh, blood, or any other tissues, my mind solidifying this creature as well beforehand, if necessary.
Teal obscures the vision of any looking in my direction from within fifty meters. The blasts inexorably rend sizable holes in the Alpha Phantom. That is an understatement. Essentially, if this entity was in any way humanoid or of human size, it has likely been consumed by the blast in its entirety. As the energy discharges its force into the Phantom, I allow my mind to drift to places not altogether whole. While I may not possess the innate receptiveness to the Outer Gods of some amethyst mages, I can certainly utilize the forces of the Furthest Ring and the Void for my own purposes. Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of squamous, damp tentacles squeeze between the small gaps in this plane to meet our own, diving toward the Phantom unnaturally swiftly. The innumerable limbs of seemingly non-Euclidean construct in some areas are obscured by the intensity of my optic blasts, though not consumed. If all sound was not currently being obfuscated by a deafening blaze of psychic fury, one would hear the wet tearing of whatever it is Alpha Phantoms are composed of, and the occasional movement of a tentacle.
Of course, all of this has occurred with the span of twenty seconds. I let out a small, stifled scream as the psychic stress overcomes me, and I abruptly fall out of the sky, smashing into the ground twenty meters below. The optic blasts instantly cease, to reveal a hunk of something, completely obscured by the mass of tentacles tearing it apart fully. Lying upon the ground, I mutter something weakly, and make an occult gesture lost to the mists of time. Nothing seems to occur, but I know that within the practical cocoon of tentacles, the remnants of the Phantom are being spatially warped beyond belief as they are assaulted by an ungodly amount of curses and sorcery.
Slowly, the tentacles curl away, slipping back through their initial places of ingress, leaving a mass of mutilated matter of some description behind. It begins to sail to the ground, but is caught up by the Hungry Node, and consumed, leaving behind no remains in any way whatsoever. Adieu, Alpha Phantom. You will probably not be missed, despite your gruesome execution, due to the fact that you will likely be replaced almost immediately. I rise from my position on the ground just as the Hungry Node smooths out, and fades back into Nihil Parva, emitting a deafening crack and a whoorp noise. Evidently, I am not powerful enough to create nodes of any description. Whatever. I could probably get someone to do it for me.
I give a sideways glance to antimatterAugury afterward.
TA: I don't really think it is a good idea to make assumptions about who I am, ye of the positron. Or possibly antiproton. Antineutron? You seem more like the first, honestly.
TA: Given how cherubs tend to act, I expected the withdraw of aid. I wanted to see who would emerge. It would probably be unusually easy to drag you to the depths of unconsciousness to replace your sister, but your brain is just too fascinating! Haha.
Incidentally, Sigmatw, Shenelsky has a right to be scared. Your mind is not nearly as safe as you think it is.
Void Aspected Silverwood Wand && Crystalline Auram Essentia (2/???)
Vial of Ink && Node in a Jar (2/???)
(+1 to Twin; +1 to Bomber57)
Furtive Knowledge: 13/20 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Introduction Therapy: 15/25 (+1 from Bomber57) IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Noticing the 2 summoning circles, i pomptly decide to ruin UserZero's by summoning a MK3 Adware-Spam Type-B12-bot to distract her
Hp: 100
Upon death, Mind control, or being shutdown, UserZero's summoning is disrupthed.
Takes 100.1 damage upon summon.
i then attack UserZero with Octaslash, using a... sword made of popcorn machines?
In the mean while, a bipedal sponge at the buttom of the sea walks by, accidentlly tripping whilst carrying a Legendary Recipe.
4/9 Factory(1+ from missed, 1+ from piono)
3/10 Spell book (missed 1+)
2+ to Richard's summoning
Posts may contain high amounts of stupid.
. And you know what the best part of all this is? You'll DO it. And then you'll lose to me again. And again. And again!!! Because you want a "happy ending." Because you "love your friends." Because you "never give up." Isn't that delicious? Your "determination." The power that let you get this far... It's gonna be your downfall!
Allegiance Meter v.002
Alchemies
SCP-876 && Gold Banded Greatwood Wand = SCP-4822-DTG (2/?)
Iter Glass Phial && Right Femur = Bone of the Traveler (2/?)
Charges
Project M03-ぼくらの16bit戦争 bokura no 16bit warz (7/15) (+1 from Irecreeper)
Project M02-魔域傲世六階 móyù àoshì lìujiē (13/25)
+1 to TwinBuilder, +1 to Irecreeper
Action
I pull out an electromagnetic wave blaster and set it to Deadly Concentrated Blast of Gamma Rays. I then fire it at the Beta Phantom, irradiating it.
Beta Phantom 2: 4/10 (+2 from Fseftr)
+2 to Fseftr
Walker, unsure what to do, eventually has an idea. He heads over to Userzero.
"...UH... MISS USERZERO... I HATE TO BE A BOTHER, BUT... FOR SOME REASON, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET MY FULL POWER LEVEL BACK. UH... IF YOU'RE ANY GOOD WITH MACHINES... THEN... COULD YOU HELP ME OUT WITH THIS? UH, PLEASE. IT'S EMBARRASSING, NOT BEING ABLE TO DO THINGS..."
Note that this is probably the first time he's spoken to someone in a way that doesn't involve many bold gorillas. Also, he's averting his eyes from her slightly.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
Combine Task Force: 2/15
I shoot my Crusader's Crossbow at the Lesser Earth Elemental and follow up with a booster shot from the Quick-Fix. The Lesser Earth Elemental is healed for less than if it had been straight, but regenerates for the next 2 turns.
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...