I honestly need to see how this happened. What drove the godmodder from the war I come from to ascend to power other then being the best or bragging rights. There has to be an explanation for why this man would do all this, because the Second Godmodding War being caused by him pulling a fit of revenge is stupid. We need to go deeper, and since i'm definitely capable of holding my own (i've been awarded the highest honor an angel could get for killing Doc Scratch!), it shouldn't be hard to hold my own.
And it just so happens that a temporal copy of the server's IP was sent to me by an anonymous donor. Thanks for letting me in.
Now then, it looks like Richard's fighting the current Omega Plus to be the godmodder...wait, that's UserZero. I know her. But...
wait. if i kill the godmodder, then that would be good because then he wouldn't have killed all the universes and people
but that would be bad because i'd make a time paradox
but that would be good because i'd save the universes
but that would be bad because i could do anything with that interference
but then
but then
but then
but the-
FOCUS. You're just here for researching purposes. Don't take sides or alter with the timeline unless you are provoked, even though, if you wanna get technical, all this stuff, including the time paradoxes, has happened before in 2011-2012. time travel is confusing.
PitTheAngel is now [N].
(HEY THEDRIVINGLLAMA DON'T STEAL MY TEXT COLOR BRO THAT ISN'T COOL)
I retrieve a delicious, ludicrously large wedding cake and set it down on the ground. I spray ice magic over it and quickly freeze it. I strap the cake to a rocket and launch it into the sky. After a few mintues, I pull out a sniper rifle, snipe it in mid air and watch as sharp shards of frozen wedding cake rain down over UserZero.
1/25 Queen Ant
+2 to MegaMiner.
(Hey Tazz, if you need someone to make an alchemy list, then I could do it.)
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"The sun never sets on those who ride into it." - The Narrator
I jump out of a green portal. Being an underling in Hyrule Inc. I have only a very small arsenal of weapons. Hoping to climb the corporate ladder I took this assignment. Taking out a tiny slingshot I shoot UserZero.
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Oh, He should be back by now… Argh, must have unbalanced the tanks.
Hey, Scribe. My friend might be able to help with some of those symbols you have there. But, until then… The other symbol, in a shape akin to an S, glows deep purple. He raises his hand and… Flicks it.
I have this pen for you. It might speed up your journal writing. He holds his other hand over the pen, glowing dark black. A dark liquid seeps into the pen's interior.
That darkness is like the pen's ink. It should be enough to accelerate lessen the time it takes to finish that journal by 2/20. He gives the dark purple pen to the Scribe.
Just don't write on anything except paper. +2 to The Scribe.
Well, we're going to want some entities here, won't we? He takes out a piece of chalk, and draws onto a nearby stone…
Oh wait, He's going to need to be here to make this work. Well, He will be here soon… He holds his hands together, and a vortex of purple and black forms around him. The symbols inscribed onto his palms glow brightly…
LYEXYF CT VXSW, JTSY QNV JVMY JB WYWPCG ZYILPNV… The vortex generates more of itself, while the oldest combine to form a grey, featureless liquid. It is fed into the chalk inscriptions… Inscription: 1/15 full.
ERROR - USER2 HAS WEAK SIGNAL. CURRENT STAUS: EXITING LIMBO. WILL RESTORE CONNECTION WHEN SIGNAL IS RESTORED.
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A section of the world near the rest of the players warps and shimmers for a second, an effect that no normal Minecraft player would ever have seen before, before a young-looking figure steps out of the field and looks around warily. He appears to be clad in a fairly simple set of robes, a deep purple in color, open at the front and wearing a simple purple shirt and blue pants under. A pair of black gloves and gray shoes round out the outfit. “Ahh, the long-awaited prequel." He looks over at Richard. "Hello there, Richard. We're going to have had some conflict between us in the future, but as it stands now destiny is on your side, and so must I be."
His eye roves around for a second before settling on what looks like an absolutely unremarkable area of space. His focus is made slightly more interesting through the fact that it is the exact place your (yes, you out there in front of the screen) mind’s eye has decided to watch from. “Hello there. I’m Crystal, the one writing this’s proxy in this series of wars. And may I say that it feels good to be back in canon again.” He looks back at UserZero. “Well, another godmodder we need to take care of. Let’s get started.” Yes, let’s.
Crystal pulls out a strange machine that looks to be made of thickly rune-inscribed bronze gears, springs, and other mechanisms, crystals glowing with trapped sunlight, and a core that looks almost like a contained black hole. He winds up the clockwork contrivance and lobs it underhand at UserZero. The device ticks for a second before, with a blast of unlight, the blocks within a short radius around UserZero, as well as UserZero herself, begin to warp and fuse into each other like a surrealist painting. The effects are quickly dispelled by a blast of sunlight from the remains of the device, but the effects certainly look like they would have damaged any non-Godmodder considerably.
Oh yes. Charges. (And I vote, and have voted, Alchemiter.)
dARKnESS 1/25.
Proteus 1/10.
I make a bowl of delicious poisonous pufferfish soup and offer it to UserZero. Hey, it has lots of vitamins!
Thunderstorm 1/25
Guardian King 1/25
Hey there Topazian. Maybe you'll eventually learn why I spent so much time on that reference to Wilson in the map. Although, he hasn't been born yet, so the only way he'd show up here would be if everyone demanded me do some time shinana-bananagrams.
I ask UserZero her opinions on the local pie eating contest, weather we should have statues of big gophers, little gophers, big groundhogs, or little groundhogs. Don't worry, they're plastic so they'll be easier to paint. Then I offer her some cheesecake and ask her what 20 means. Hopefully, this will confuse her and lead into my next action.
Red Shirt: 2/5
First Actual Guy: 2/25
+2 to Topazian
Time for actual character introduction. LET'S DO THIS SHIZZLE! Making a likable character who's not Wilson, take 1!
On this day, four years from now, Mikoto is still fighting. He's lost everything now. Well, almost everything. There was only one reason he kept on going, one reason he still called himself a protector even after losing his home and most of those he cared for. That one reason was calling out to him now.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Little paws ran across a cold, void black surface. The owner of these paws wasn't running towards anything because there was nothing to run to, just emptiness. She just ran because one day, she picked a direction and decided to run that way as far as she could. She never found anything, but that wasn't the point. There was nothing to find in this endless mental world. She simply ran because it gave her something to do. Without anything to do, she would probably go mad. Although, what if she already was insane? She wasn't sure if she was. It would explain a lot more than being sane ever could. Well... Maybe. It was a bit of a catch 22. If she was insane, it would mean that this world was totally fake and she had no real presence in it, which would mean she was in the real world. And that would mean she had something to do and therefor wasn't insane. On the other hand, if she wasn't insane, that would mean this world has some grip on her. And the fact that there was nothing to do would probably mean she had gone insane a while ago. Stupid insanity. Never easy to self diagnose. Regardless, she concluded that she was sane and always had been, so she was lucky to avoid going mad with the resounding nothing to do. But... if she was insane, she would call herself sane, wouldn't she? That's what any sane insane person would do. Forcing herself to break off from these looping arguments and did the one thing that let her interact with the 'outside' world, whatever that was. She called out into the darkness,
**Auto-translating speech... please stand by....**
Mikoto! Mikoto! Pliezuk-zier unsunkrul mial zioul? Gu zieksalour zier plalsliu!
(Can you hear my voice? I'd like to talk to you!)
It took about thirty seconds before there was a response, Mikoto's voice.
Cal zal, zier nu kuzuk plalr. R'oul zier pllalîs, pliessouuk-zier miu kourul cu qieou su plalrsu?
(That's okay, you don't have to. Please, could you tell me what's been happening?)
Ah... hm...
Mikoto thought for a moment. Honestly, things had been going terribly for him, and so, they were going terribly for Gail as well. Inari and Laiko (/Wilson) were both missing, Willow was barely held in check, and that wasn't even mentioning how their original home was now gone and they were in some place apparently called "Yellowstone". Mikoto decided to... not lie, but give a... twist.
Lous chirous rins ... louun. Nier rimimious kalnr en niezuale louue. Oul ouss ... ir gu rephisu.
(Things are... alright. We're in a new place. It's... okay I suppose.)
Feeling that he didn't want to talk about it, Gail changed the subject.
Pliessouuk-zier r'oul zier pllalîs kousous-miiou l'housiourul ku cimimiuns nier rimimious alssouzér ocou?
(Could you please tell me the story of how we got here?)
Um ... pliesqieiou? Zier ésouuk là plies lal plleplalss ku culeou-cou.
(I just want something to pass the time. So... please?)
Mikoto thought for a few moments and eventually decided, sure. Why not? Plus, there might be some invisible people they couldn't see who were reading this on some kind of screen who would like to know about their past.
Note: Fake language is subject to change randomly. Also, the only reason I made it was because it would make no sense for their native language to be English. You can try to back translate it if you want, but I wouldn't suggest it.
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Charges
Project M01-Stainless Steel Rat (2/10)
Project M02-魔域傲世六階 móyù àoshì lìujiē (3/25)
Action
I insta-summon twenty stereotypical Roblox noobs that walk around the battlefield randomly. They are [N] and their only attack is going "Donate pl0x" over and over again.
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I suddenly break every rule of time ever and Teleport from Salvation, and end up in 0rgins.
Deciding i would rather not break the timeline and make an even worse godmodder the main godmodder. i promptly slap UserZero with a exploding, infinte, rubber chicken.
I then promptly look up, and decide that Stereo typical n00bs from Roblox are worse.
i summon 50 "Donate Pl0x" spambots that flood the Minecraft server chat, while annoying User Zero.
. 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!"
Aayla reads the news, finding out it is actually her birthday, she demands that a snowball fight should begin. Many gnomes pop out of the ground to throw snowballs at people.
Summons:
The Ground 4/25 (+2 from someone I cannot find anymore)
The Ground is an entity that is as infinite as the ground. Every few turns it will swallow an entity for two turns, causing it to take small damage and more importantly, be incapacitated.
Other charges:
There is No Other Way 2/10
I offer 1+ to the next 2/3 people to join the snowball fight.
Suddenly, a mahagony door appears on the battlefield. Engraved in it's rich and colourful wood are gold letters, reading "Lord of Smoke". It bursts open not long after it's appearance, revealing the player with a skin akin to a powerful warrior remiscent of a time after the world has ended.
SeNeCa14: Wait until they get a load of me!
SeNeCa14: Okay, so much for an intro when everyone is busy with themselves.
SeNeCa14: The time has come. Let's play Minecraft!
SeNeCa14, real name Seneca (Duh!), has joined the game as a [H] Hostile[N] Neutral and starts charging.
SeNeCa14: Could not would not attack yet. Gotta keep to myself for now. Until the time is right.
1/14 | Mighty Beast (Dog)
1/5 | Verbal Bash
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+ 1 to The Scribe/Twin | You'll know who Seneca is when DOCTOR is done, which will take very long. Much stuff to do. Such forum games to play. Wow.
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Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Some lightning accompany the opening of a portal.
In a second a tall figure dressed in black comes out.
After waiting for the last millimetre of coat to came out the portal disappears, taking with him the lightning he had caused.
Observing his surroundings realizes that the matrix of reality that had once visited is altered.
But the thing that take most of his attention is not the reality itself, but its inhabitants.
"The locator of interesting points always works... well" he whispers.
They are definitely a challenge worthy of my attention.
That creature is clearly the stronger, so the one I should fight.
After presumably being sent flying/murderificated, George reappears a little later with a rather comical assortment of large weapons.
"OPEN FIRE!!!"
He levels an enormous gun at Userzero...
Which fails to fire.
The enormous shell within falls out of the tip of the gun and lands on the ground.
"aww..."
And then an enormous rubber duck descends from the sky, bounces off of George (Squishing him) and careening towards UserZero at extremely high speeds.
All attempts to deflect it fail, as it seems to be immune to all attacks, they just bounce right off. All attempts to dodge don't work, it's a homing duck, and there's no time to think of an alternative because by the time she's thought of something to do other than the obvious answers which didn't work, she's already been flattened.
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I look over the general field, a bright look deep within my eyes. Slowly, the lids droop downwards, obscuring them in mere instants. When they open once more, they appear unnaturally dull, almost clouded. They seem to hold the secrets of hidden knowledge, of eldritch secrets and long-lost mysteries embedded beneath a layer of personality.
Within seconds, the look has vanished. I can assure you with absolute certainty that its effects have not. The sudden ingress and egress of some elder sensation has had a profound impact upon my inspiration, in a mainly negative manner. Given my previous experiences with such inspiration, it will be splendiferous, for me.
I flick my hand somewhat, and my arm begins to exude some sort of twisted aura, a swirling and viscous-appearing mass of almost-dripping gray energy. The space around the aura appears to lurch inwards, dragging any sorts of gases in the general area within the pulsating energies. Moments later, the gray gives way to constantly-vacillating images, shifting fluidly and a sharpness akin to physically being present in the area presented. First, a war-torn battlefield, then various murder scenes and manslaughter cases, and then graveyards.
The constantly shifting images flash past what appears to be a squamous, tentacular form of a size too vast to comprehend (for to comprehend its form is to embrace madness), which opens a piercing eye just before the image changes once more, this time to a… pool table. Strangely, the image does not shift further. Not exactly what I expected. Alas, the fallacy of probability. The ticking of a grandfather clock becomes evident just as I release the energies of the aura.
The aura vanishes, calling forth absolutely nothing. I wait. The clock ticks thrice, though I appear to pay more attention to each tock betwixt. Reality appears to fold away at the seams from my perspective, as I disappear from the vision of all upon the server. I examine my surroundings, noting that I am in a green room (likely owned by a certain white host), extravagantly decorated, with a pool table in the center. I pick up a cue, examining the balls set upon the table.
The cueball is quite normal, as is the eight ball. However, all else seems altered. There are a variety of other balls, though they are not of particular importance, save two. One, marked with a Ω, the other with a much larger Ω. Both are coated with carefully-drawn flowing Tengwar, both vastly differing messages. Immediately deducing what is required of me.
As such, I use the cue to strike the cueball, comme d'habitude. However, as the cueball streaks towards the triangle of set balls, I toss the cue aside. There is a flash of metal, along with a spoken word, and blood drips to the floor, narrowly missing the felt of the table. The balls at the table all begin to lurch about mechanically. The red omega is the only one to get pocketed. I stab the cue through it with a shatter, and walk off.
Elsewhere, UserZero suffers a horrendous physical and mental ailment that feels somewhat akin to being drained of all blood, and shattered to pieces only moments after. I reappear upon the place of battle, hand bandaged and somewhat bloodstained. If nothing else, this shall provide a veritable opening.
(+1 to Twin; +1 to Serpent)
Furtive Knowledge: 5/20(+2 from Twin and +1 from Serpent) IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
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Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
I set several land mines throughout the field and set them to detonate on appearance of Pro Zero entities. I set up fake treasure chests on top of the land mines to bait the imminent PZ forces onto them.
1/5 Golden Deer
2/25 Queen Ant.
+ 1 to Cobalt and Cryptic.
"Damn it, Anna! Where are you?!" *sigh*
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"The sun never sets on those who ride into it." - The Narrator
(Pardon my formatting. I'm an immigrant from the TV Tropes games. I'll figure out the syntax later.)
I walk into this digital world from a door that appeared out of nowhere, and disappears as quickly as it appeared. I speak into my headset.
Dr. Splitson, I've made it to this world. You say that this is in the past relative to the other worlds I've been in?
That is correct. I wish I could tell you more about the events, but this point in the timeline is highly volatile. Many things could have happened in the future and not yet verified the timeline. For now, despite the inevitable results of such an event, Richard's success is the most important thing for the sake of the timeline. I'll sign off so you can begin your mission.
I look in the bag I brought with me. Inside is my all-purpose scanner, though at the present, it is not working as it should. It should work once the world's rules for items are stabilized.
I approach Richard and introduce myself as Dr. Shiny. I inquire about his history with UserZero. As I do that, I cast a Reflect spell to defend myself from incoming attacks.
Kanohi Hau Nuva: 1/25
Skarmory: 1/25
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DTG0 Inventory: Radiant Sights, Spellweaver, Thunderstruck, Kanohi Hau Nuva
I think there are a few things I need to clarify, but the most noteworthy is that people really haven’t read the rules, it seems, because if you did, you’d notice that the Charge Cap is currently 25 for this round and the next six. Those charges above 50 are currently illegal. I’ll ignore it for this post, but if that isn’t corrected by the next post those charges will become null and progress will be lost…Which shouldn’t be a big deal.
Also, for the record: Early morning updates are unlikely in the future. This is kind of experimental.
With the blinding speed of posting in under 10 minutes, I draw a very long inflatable balloon and blow it up into a large balloon giraffe. Then, holding it by its head, I use the giraffe's body to whack UserZero a bunch. Strangely, the hoofs of the balloon giraffe are actually pointed and surprisingly rigid. My balloon animals thirst for blood.
Red Shirt: 1/5
First Actual Guy: 1/25
+1 to... Cobalt and Piono. FROM THE PAST!
Possible character introduction will go here.
UserZero pulls out her own large balloon animal! It’s a shark! With frickin’ laser beams! The shark balloon animal eats your giraffe balloon animal!
Welcome Talist!
Everyone leaps to fight against UserZero, who, at this point in time and space, holds the title of the Godmodder. The battle starts at its origin point, with everyone rushing to start a fight that they dimly know will have massive repercussions. On the hill where everyone spawned, all is quiet. All except for a low whistling sound, more forceful than wind and just as ominous.
Without warning, it happens. There is a great flash of light and a circle of pure energy flashes into existence on the top of the hill, burning all of the grass off the hill in an instant, and even vaporizing dirt. The ground is charred to its stone foundations, stray fires still appearing across it. Symbols are etched around the circle of energy, standing and glowing with no visible means of support. There are twelve in all.
A figure walks out of the circle, revealing it as a portal. The light clings to the figure, and when it walks completely out of the portal, it turns to embers that linger on the ground. The figure is clad in armor, and a cape trails behind him. He holds up his hand, and the portal disappears as quickly as it arose, so fast that it's almost like it never existed at all. The twelve symbols' light fades from view, yet the symbols still exist. The figure turns back and grabs them all, walking down towards the battlefield. The fight has not yet truly begun. But it will soon.
The figure mutters under his breath, pulling off several hoods, a helmet, and a visor. His head is mismatched, with the right portion of it blackened by what looks like soot, and with the left portion of it covered with white hair. The figure's eyes are obscured with a set of glasses made from a pale-grey material. "Pickaxe. Lapis Lazuli. Broken Bow. Wineglass. Escutcheon. Demon Door. Twisted Horn. Alien Visor. Pokeball. Golden Crown. Foxtail. Blue Cross. What do they mean? These symbols are my shackles. Does the answer lie in front of me?"
Reaching into his coat, the figure pulls out a book and a pen, writing in it. After a second or two of pause, he shoves his coat back in his pocket and, once again, marches to the battlefield.
The Scribe has entered the arena.
The Journal: 1/20 ==================== [DATA ENCRYPTED]
So, here's the debut of my character, the Scribe. He's a figure in the Godmodder's backstory, and it looks like this fight will actually mark the start of the Scribe's travels with the Godmodder! They're not friends yet, but they will be soon. The charge up above, titled "The Journal", will be absolutely crucial to the plot and gameplay of the Scribe. I'll reveal data about it as it progresses.
I won't attack just yet.
Intro post sans attack count: 1. Welcome Twinbuilder!
A mailman dude appears out of nowhere! The mailman dude takes out a bomb and says "You know, I never really liked mangos." and chops UserZero in half with a model of the Sears tower.
gorrilaing mangos: 1/10
UserZero counters with a model of the Eifel Tower, splitting the model Sears tower in half!
Ah, new thread smell. I casually flick a d4 in u0's direction.
A golem wanders onto the scene, seemingly made out of obsidian blocks. It emanates a strange and familiar energy.
"Oh right, introductions. Silly affairs, I personally suck at immersion, not breaking the Fifth Wall, and keeping any distinction between me, myself, and I. Anyways, refer to me as the Golem."
1/25 Terrible Tastes
UserZero sees the D4 and flicks it back. It’s just a lousy D4. The roll is completely irrelevant as the D4 is a completely normal D4 with no majjyks attached, but the result is a 3.
I haven't got a whole lot of time, so a random guy shows up, he begins charging something...
1/5
A distant force begin preparing to try and tip the scales a little more drastically: 1/25
Nevermind, I'll do it now.
George wasn't sure where he was, or why he was here. He'd doubled-clicked on the Mineplex server and suddenly the glitch bar had appeared as he put his finger down, and suddenly he was receiving death threats from a random person who he had never met before.
And just after the whole thing with Project Binary was over too!
He vaguely recognized the man as the godmodder, but the godmodder was supposed to be dead, wasn't he?
George shrugged to himself and decided to just run up and punch User0.
"I mean, come on, what am I gonna do without gear?"
Two figures slowly coalesce into being on a hilltop overlooking the fight.
This is what you wanted me to see?
Yes.
What's so unusual about this place, crossover events have been spiking up everywhere these days.
Look deeper. This place had no energies even implying that it would be such a place just two days ago.
...
I see it.
What is going on here?
I do not know.
For once my knowledge and visions offer me no information on where this conflict will lead.
Wait, look at the golden one.
...
Gods... How? How is that even possible?
Is he a Descendant?
No.
He's The Epicenter.
He should not even exist.
So we watch?
Nothing more that we can do for now.
I feel... there's something wrong here.
Relax, the feeling will subside. When this much energy comes together in one place, even beings of your status, perhaps even especially beings of your status, are bound to feel uncomfortable.
The two figures, now visible as what looks like a college professor in a tweed jacket, and a shadowy, wispy figure in a purple cloak obscuring all his features, settle down and wait and watch.
You proceed to have your punch met with a…Fistbump. There is just enough time for you to wonder awkwardly what is going on before you’re sent rocketing backwards into a random chest from the sheer force of Uzi’s fist. The chest is totally empty as a final insult to injury.
Meanwhile, the two figures are suddenly interrupted by a giant holographic scale, which is facing towards the college professor guy. The duo recognize it as the Narrative-mandated OP Scale, keeping overpowered things in line. Without much further warning, the Professor of the duo is suddenly dragged into a Void portal that appeared right behind him. Both the scale and portal vanish without a trace, and without anyone acknowledging it happening except the college professor guy and his associate.
((OOC mode: Piono I am not allowing the Author to go five inches near this server, even if this is somehow before he became an ultrapowered entity. I don’t know about the Oracle of the Void enough, but you’ve continuously said the Author is worse than the OP King, so that’s that.))
I join as a Neutral. I vote Alchemies, those are more fun.
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Charges
Project M01-Stainless Steel Rat (1/25)
Project M02-魔域傲世六階 móyù àoshì lìujiē (2/25) (+1 from Talist)
Action
I log onto the server and two more players log in shortly after.
CobaltShade: Miss me, anyone? I made some new AIs, too!
There's a pause, then a rift in time opens up, and out stumbles... a very tall someone with a sword on their back.
"...WHERE THE HELL AM I?"
The someone looks around, utterly confused for a few seconds.
"AND WHY HAVE I ONLY GOT STARTING GEAR? WHAT HAPPENED TO SAVE DATA?"
He unsheathes his sword. It looks like a toy sword, though, for some reason.
"...WELL GORILLA, LOOKS LIKE I'LL HAVE TO EARN BACK MY POWER..."
There's a sudden flash of something, then the alignment of the newcomer is chosen...
Pro-Zero.
Walker: Level 1 (Yeah, I need an EXP system for Walker to use)
Intro post sans attack counter: 3. Welcome, engie_ninja!
Uzi smirks at the first guy to side with her! And without any prompting whatsoever! She hands you a +2.
Some dumb comment about how new threads taste or something.
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NumberSoup has entered the server.
A Minecraftian appears on the Battlefield; his skin is unremarkable, it looks vaguely Pokémon themed, but is otherwise rather plain. On his belt are six Pokeballs, or, to be exact, six Ultraballs.
My name is Mercury, and I am here from a Pixelmon server. You all seem confused…what year is this again? I don’t think Pixelmon exists yet, at least not in this advanced form… Well, I am, after all, from the future. Enough talk, I’m a man of action.
Mercury sends out an Altaria, jumps on its back and flies towards the Godmodder. They land next to him, and Mercury gets up to offer the Godmodder a handshake.
So you’re the one chosen by the Narrative; well, we all want you to win this, don’t we?
Regardless of if the Godmodder accepts the handshake, Mercury backs slightly away from him, and suddenly yells.
Watch out behind you! Moonblast!
Mercury tries to distract the Godmodder, while, from the front, Altaria summons a small moon, which quickly slams into the Godmodder with the force of a… small moon. Mercury then quickly jumps back on Altaria, and they fly into the air.
That was a rhetorical question, but I’ll tell you now that the answer is no. Just as you have the support of the Narrative here, UserZero has the support of my employer, the Conflict. Not to be confused with The Employer, who is part of the Con… you’ll learn about this in the future.
Mercury then flies away from the Godmodder, and lands on UserZero’s side of the Battlefield, but doesn’t bother to greet her, as she no doubt heard all that.
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1/10 Starters 1
1/10 Starters 2
+2 engie
I vote for Alchemies.
Richard accepts your handshake, and then immediately throws you at your Altaria’s Moonblast as you command it. The resulting knockback sends you flying.
Godmodder477:…Uh, did anyone hear what he just said? Something about jobs? Being chosen?
Godmodder477: Whatever that was about, consider your job offer declined, punk.
Uzi smirk widens as you smash into her side of the field.
A starship suddenly warps out of nowhere, merely lurching into what appears to be this reality. Mauve plasma clinging to the hull slowly dissipates, remnants of travel through infinite pure energy. The only notable features about this ship are the white 'UASG' on the side, and the faded of archmages long forgotten in the mists of the future's past, and of ancient infidels. Immediately, the thing races toward its target.
A particular server in Universe C of the apparent Trifecta. Hah.
-- atrophicTachyon [AT] began trolling terminalAutocrat [TA] --
AT: HAVE YOU REACHED YOUR DESTINATION AS OF THE CURRENT POINT ON THIS TEMPORAL STREAM? TA: no TA: im almost there TA: why did you send me here of all people AT: YOUR SKILLS ARE SUITED TO THIS PARTICULAR PROJECT.
AT: MEANING THAT IT DOES NOT SEEM PARTICULARLY RELEVANT TO THE ACTUAL PRESENT, AT LEAST ACCORDING TO HOW IT SHOULD CARRY OUT, CONSIDERING YOU WILL BE ENTERING A TIME PERIOD AROUND FIVE HUNDRED YEARS IN THE PAST.
AT: THE PROJECT IN OF ITSELF IS RATHER SIMPLE--OR, I THOUGHT SO. TA: thats probably because youre a miserable soulless//////////////////// AT: I PRESUME THIS IS WHERE YOU STATE THAT YOUR PREVIOUS EMPLOYER WAS FAR MORE HOSPITABLE AND MARGINALLY MORE HUMANE THAN I, IN THE MONTH AND A HALF YOU KNEW HIM.
AT: UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, THE LORD-ARCHMAGE KALARE ERELYE, AND BY EXTENT THE AVATAR HE COMMANDED, WHICH HAPPENED TO BE THE PHYSICAL FORM YOU SAW, HAS BEEN OBSCURED FROM MY VISION FOR THE PAST FIVE HUNDRED YEARS, AND MORE LIKELY THAN NOT PERISHED IN THE FIRST CENTURY OF THAT OBFUSCATION.
AT: YOU ARE UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT. TA: thats obvious AT: INDEED IT IS.
AT: YOU WILL CONTINUE ON TO THE DESIGNATED LOCATION, AND AID IN THE PROGRESS OF WHAT YOU HAVE DEIGNED TO INITIATE.
AT: IN SEVERAL MINUTES, YOU SHALL ENTER THE UNIVERSE DESIGNATED, AND THIS LOG WILL BE DISRUPTED AS THE SCANNERS ATTEMPT TO RECALIBRATE.
AT: CONTACT ME WHEN YOU HAVE TOUCHED DOWN.
AT: I WISH YOU THE MOST FORTUITOUS OF OUTCOMES, HOWEVER INSINCERELY, AND IT SHOULD BE NOTED THAT YOU MAY DO WHATEVER IS NECESSARY TO ACHIEVE YOUR PURPOSE THERE, AND ALSO EXIT THE PLACE, AS I'D RATHER NOT LOSE YOU, ASSUMING I AM NOT THE ONE TO KILL YOU. AS A WISE MAN ONCE SAID, "WHO ARE WE IF WE DON'T HAVE THE ABILITY TO VIOLENTLY HURT SOMEONE?" TA: yeah whatever TA: okay i can see it TA: its so bright AT: THE LUMINESCENT GREEN OBJECT DOMINATING YOUR VISION IS WHAT SOME UNDER QUESTIONABLE REASONING HAVE IDENTIFIED AS UNIVERSE C OF THE TRIFECTA, OTHERWISE CONTAINING A UNIVERSE INTENDED TO CONTAIN WHAT APPEARS TO BE AN ALTERNATE VERSION OF ALPHA EARTH PRIME, AND THE DELTA VERSION OF THE CLUSTER OF UNIVERSES DEIGNED !U2, U2, U1, AND !U1, TO STATE A FEW.
AT: I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO LOCATE THE ALPHA VERSIONS OF THOSE UNIVERSES, AND ONLY KNOW OF THEIR EXISTENCE THROUGH TEXTS AND ELDRITCH WHISPERING. SOME SORT OF RETCON AFFECTING THE PERCEPTION OF THEIR TIMELINES IN THE ENTIRETY, OSTENSIBLY. TA: i didn't need that much info AT: THAT IS EXACTLY WHY YOU WERE GRANTED IT. TA: okay im about to enter. TA: see ya TA: <3<
Suddenly, the ship begins to exude copious amounts of psionic energy oscillating primarily between red, blue, and multiple shades of violet. The psionic energy pulsates rapidly as the craft accelerates to speeds marginally exceeding that of light.
Within minutes, the destination is in sight. 0rigin Point. Immediately, the ship docks, seeming to be calibrating something of note. Moments later, what appears to be a satellite dish retracts, and a pod of some description is fired into the planet, landing without any real damage to the surface of the planet. Can't really afford to incur the wrath of the inhabitants. I am sure that this maneuver will be completely irrelevant, and nobody shall ever hear of its contents again. Fortunately, the ship's origin facility, and by extent, the laws that it follow, have been vastly changed since Erelyean times, or even Nartheonic, back on the facility's home planet. Neither of their policies would have been ideal; one due to planetary tradition, the other merely due to insanity.
The starship departs, returning to wherever it is it came from.
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Some time later, another player joins the server.
That is, of course, where I come in.
As per usual for me: Anti-Zero, I'll probably end up using highly dubious methods, morally, et cetera. It should also be noted that I am not this 'Kalare Erelye' everyone will likely assume I am. For now, let's just use my username. terminalAutocrat. So, yeah. There's that.
I preface my game by drawing on whatever vast sources of energy this land contains (excluding Yggdrasil, unfortunately) to energize my brain to a point wherein my synapses are firing at around the speed of light, give or take. Utilizing this mental boost, I pull out a pack of cards.
Upon doing this, I begin to shift and shuffle the deck about almost excessively swiftly, muttering under my breath. Three minutes, forty six seconds, and nine nanoseconds pass, until I suddenly toss the deck into the air, catching every card, each of which exude a multitude of violently bright lights of an arcane nature.
I continue to carry out a variety of tricks, each of which ending with progressively greater and more attention-drawing occurrences. This continues until I manage to pique the attention of UserZero. I continue upon noting this when (or if) it occurs, beginning to perform a few of non-Euclidean nature.
The small tears into the fabric of reality are completely ignored as I continue. Then, I announce I am ready for my grand finale. Under the best of circumstances, I have managed to draw the attention of everyone within hundreds of thousands of meters. Then, I plunge my hand deep into the depths of non-Euclidean space. Bursts of liquid nox and tentacular forms seem to drip from around my hands. Suddenly, I draw my hand out, and disappear. The deck of cards just sort of splatters in UserZero's face, and she feels a pang in her back.
If she were to look around, she would note that I had just punched her, for whatever reason. That must be laughable for her. Did I honestly think that would damage her?
That's why I was wearing solid divinium gauntlets topped with spikes made of solid void.
I pull out what appears to be a weathered tome, whispering a few words to it, and marking several things down upon a blank page, most of which appear to be dimensions and material lists. Tomes of such ennui tends to do things of an unsavory nature.
(+2 to the Scribe/Twin/however it is I should address you)
Furtive Knowledge: 1/20 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Uzi ignores your tricks, and thus you never get around to punching her. Maybe she’s ignoring something else, though?
Hmm... so a strong force that want's us dead is being attacked by a less impressive attacker...
And yet they are of the same cult, godmodders. Although they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend, is Richard truly your friend? For he simply strives to be like Zero, to have absolute power. And absolute power corrupts absolutely...
A small man... no a dwarf comes out of the shadows. "I think I will need time to see who is truly the good guy, until then I will build up my power..." (Yes, I'm a dwarf, you see I was editing my skin while I was doing this, while I was playing dwarf fortress, and I was both watching lord of the rings and reading the hobbit on my computer and as this happened to my minecraft in the background well...)
I join as Neutral
Now, to test these new server powers:
I insta summon a slime to protect myself, plus it gives the godmodders something to train on if they get rusty, at the start of everyone needs a slime to fight
I then go away and start building a small base in the mountains (Or whatever biome we are in if that doesn't work) 1/15
I don't care what we use (alchemy or artifact) they are both fine for me
Now that that's done, I launch a pencil, but not just a normal pencil, this is the pencil of DOOM (Because that makes it much worse) at User Zero, since she is the worst threat
The lead instantly splits in two and is glued to the Zero's hands, making everything she wrights down not only create an annoying sound, but also makes it look like she's writing in 3D! This makes her so annoyed she stabs herself with it.
Slime summoned! The first summon of the game!
UserZero applies glue remover to her hands and frees herself of the Pencil of Doom. What, this isn’t rocket science.
Light glows in a solid point... expanding to form a rune, pulsating with red light. The pulsing slows to a stop... And shatters, expanding to a vortex of darkness, spitting out someone with a dark cloak, covering their face. Two runes are etched into his hands, one of which was the same rune that spat him out. They pulsate black and purple.
Where... This is...
Bah! We just came though here! Are you... He looks around, finding no one.
Well, it should ware off soon. Looks like I am in the middle of a war, eh? Well, I heard the talking. I don't feel like dying today, looks like I'll be fighting for #447 here. One of the symbols lights up. It looks sort of like a C. It glows dark black... A strange liquid of nothingness pours from his fingertips, into a mundane splash potion.
I'm sure you will appreciate pure nothingness, Zero. He throws it at UserZero.
ERROR - USER2 NOT FOUND. LAST KNOWN LOCATION: UNIVERSAL LIMBO. WILL RESTORE CONNECTION WHEN IN VALID UNIVERSE.
The Splash Potion connects! However, since it’s pure nothingness, it means the potion has no effect whatsoever! Nothing happens!
By the way, thought I'd mention I'm hoping artifacts wins this one, mainly because it's a whole lot easier to have set values and specific weapons rather than some complicated forge and combination thing.
Lightning strikes the battlefield, even though there is not a cloud in the sky. A lone figure stumbles out of where the lightning struck. The figure has nothing of note about his appearance, just a regular Steve skin. He turns to look at the battlefie- OH GOD WHERE ARE HIS PUPILS!?
... Ahem.
Turns out this figure is the ruler of the end, most evil things, and rumored brother of Notch (N()t true!!), Herobrine. Or, as he likes to be referred as, The L()rd.
That tree must be here- ()h! There's Yggdrasil! But, wh() are these tw()? ... UserZer() and G()dm()dder477? Hmmm....
He walks to Richard.
Hell() Richard! I w()uld like t() make a deal with y()u. I'll lend my f()rces and p()wer t() help y()u. But, in return, y()u allow me t() use Yggdrasil f()r my ()wn purp()ses. Deal? G()()d!
Without waiting for an answer, lightning strikes the Godmodder as The L()rd walks over to the AZ crowd and joins them.
Richard gives you a serious glare as he catches the thunderbolt in his hand, somehow. The energy rests there for a minute.
Godmodder477: There are literally tons of Yggdrasil. One for each and every Minecraft world ever. Godmodder477: Considering you claim to be Herobrine of all things you ought to know that yourself already. Godmodder477: Why you would want the Yggdrasil in one of the most heavily guarded and modded servers in existence, one that you’d basically have to raze and annihilate to even get at, is beyond me. Godmodder477: Clearly you know something about it I don’t, or are going in a bout of blatant lying. Or both.
Richard levies a sword at your neck with the same hand he caught the bolt of lightning in. It appears to be a plain Diamond sword, but it shines with an…Extreme aura about it. The lightning crackles menacingly around the blade-it appears to be crit boosted!
Godmodder477: Punk, you better tell me what-what.
You hear breathing behind your neck. Very loud, exaggerated breathing, going right down your neck. You don’t turn around. You practically already know.
UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree. UserZero: i don’t care if you’re basically the mc devil. UserZero: i don’t even think you are the mc devil. UserZero: doesn’t matter. UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree. UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree. UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree. UserZero: you are going to become a nice little corpse for my little collection.
She opens her mouth and literally licks the back of your neck.
UserZero: oh. oh. oh, you taste so good.
Mercifully, she does nothing more and returns to her side of the field.
(OOC: Looks great, Tazz! Story thing was a bit abrupt, though.)
From an unknown location, somewhere on the server, yet far from the battlefield, a call is transmitted, reaching UserZero's cell phone. She picks it up, wondering at who managed to breach everything she set up to prevent spam callers...
???: UserZero. I wish nothing more than to help you. You may consider me "The Contact." I wish to meet you, where we can discuss our plans further. Enclosed within the call, you will find an auto-duplicatortm. I must warn you, your duplicate will be teleported a ways away from the scheduled meeting place. Any damage taken by the duplicate will be taken by you as well. However, the duplicate will have your powers, and any information she gets will be given to you as well.
UserZero wonders how something can be enclosed "within a call", but she looks at the hand that wasn't holding the phone and there it is. An auto-duplicator. She uses it, and a duplicate of herself is made and is teleported far, far, far away.
The Contact: Part 1: Path of Pain:
UserZero ends up on a large dirt path in a seemingly innocuous forest. She surveys her surroundings, and sees a nearby sign:
"BEWARE OF LANDODILES"
Wondering what a "landodile" would be, UserZero sets out down the path, to meet up with The Contact. As she does so, she sees a few logs in her way. She moves to jump over them...
AND JAWS CLAMP DOWN ON HER FEET! They were landodiles, waiting for their innocent prey to try to jump over them! Their teeth are imbued with natural godmod-canceling adaptions, and are EXCEEDINGLY PAINFUL! UserZero pulls out her mangled feet, already self-restoring with godmod powers, and runs ahead! She sees more and more logs... landodiles are EVERYWHERE! As she runs by, all the landodiles get up and run after her at extremely fast speeds! Finally, she makes it to a place she thinks is safe: A river! She dives in!
As it turns out, the river is filled with normal crocodiles. And pirahnas. And swordfish, or sword-carrying fish that REALLY HATE ladies whose names start with "U".
After a short 100-mile swim through the river, UserZero finds a building with a metal door. She opens it and ducks inside, hoping it's the right building...
(To be Continued!)
(OOC: This is going to be sort of a chain attack, but more like RP-attacks-with-chronologicalness. Each post should take effect individually.)
UserZero tastes and smells horrible to animals and fish! The swordsfish are easily dispatched alone! As for the rest, well, she isn’t picky about much.
Aayla joined the server. AZ. (I am The Flaming Toast from DTG Terraria Forums)
Aayla slams her staff into the ground, causing the sandstorm to begin whirling around her rapidly. Sandstorm damages entities lightly at the end of each turn and gives entities a 35% chance to miss. Lasts until the staff is destroyed (give it x hp) or after 3 turns.
She then inserts a Vote One! Alchemeiter! into the balot.
Eh, oop. Better just add something more touching and heartwarming as a story.
Aayla was the great-grandaughter of a Jedi who was trapped inside the poem written by a Samurai Cyborg Ninja. The poem was contained in a dream about a videogame called Stanley's Parable, but the player had never reached the poem. Aayla had long, red-orange hair, yet slightly elfish features. She was once a desert traveller transformed into a dolphin by a wicked wizard named Ben. Ben wasn't that wicked, but he enjoyed turning people into dolphins. Aayla found the magic school bus, and jumped on to go on a journey to Wonderland. In the meantime, she found that she had turned into an Earthmage from a dolphin. Lydia signalled to the driver that this was her stop and jumped through the roof of Breezehome, greeting the DragonBorn with "Still here" while he rummaged in his chest. Finally Aayla was dropped of in the server, and greeted her slight past self, before kicking them back into the desert. Then pressed the kill time continuity switch to stop any of her selves coming back from the past.
Summons:
There is No Other Way 1/10
The Flaming Toast 1/25
1+ to the next 3 people that +1 me or the person previous to me.
You create a Sandstorm! It will last for 3 turns. However, its effects shrink it down to 20% chance, as it’s spread over a wide area!
A small distortion can be seen nearby. The small warp in reality grows more severe, before an infernal sigil flashes a hot red before an intense red glow engulfs the spot the sigil appeared. The ground around the evil symbol grew twisted, the grass withering and the very soil becoming tainted. Appearing in a violent puff of smoke and fire was a well-dressed man who had a malevolent presence about him. His most interesting feature is that his head that resembles--no, is a cartoonish bomb, fuse and all. His eyes resemble goggles (minus the strap) with dark, red lens.
His name was Bomber, the CEO of an infernal corporation known as Hellco. Some call him by his more menacing title, Overfiend. Hellco. does many things, but one of its most prominent is its trading of extradimensional materials and atrifacts. These wares were typically what some might describe as "nefarious" or even "evil". They are probably correct. As for Bomber's motivations beyond profiting and keeping Hellco. afloat, those are rather mysterious.
Now, what he was doing here, of all places and times, was anyone's guess. But he knew exactly why he was here. Bomber sought to do two things: the first was he sought to ensure that Godmodder477, also known as Richard, would become The Godmodder. He didn't support him in any way, but he feared that any temporal interference would change things in unforseen ways. The second, which was probably his central goal, was to obtain power for himself. He dreamed of it, becoming more than he already is now. Artifacts from the past and whatever other shenanigans will certainly give him what he wants.
Yes, this would be most fun.
After arrival, I dust off my suit and adjusted myself, before taking a quick scan of the situation around me. I nodded, satisfied with what I saw.
"Hm, oh yes. This is it. The 0rigin Point! My work begins."
I align myself to Anti-Zero, and cast my vote for Alchemies, enjoying the wide range of what the system can potentially do.
Pulling out a Bolter, I take aim at Zero.
"Aha!"
Pulling the trigger, I fire a salvo of bolter rounds. These rounds are incredibly deadly to the majority of mundane folk, the bullet embedding itself inside the target and then exploding violently.
Hooray, a new thread. For those who might be unfamiliar with who I am, I appeared on the tail end of the 2nd game during the last trial. I fell in love with the idea of contributing to such a large story, as (despite not being advertised as one nor initially intended to be one from what I can tell) this is, in a small way, a roleplay. I hope to flesh out more about the character of Bomber, who I have had since a small private Minecraft server amongst some of my friends where Hellco. was actually created. The concept has really stuck with me, and so I see this as a great chance for me to play with the idea and expand upon it and Bomber himself more. Anyhow, I am going to have a lot of fun doing this with the rest of you guys, and can't wait to see where the story takes us!
UserZero’s invisible armor takes the hit! It has blast resistance -1, so the explosions are harmless!
"Dang it, you'd think that with time travel I couldn't be late for this!"
"Now, where the heck is..."
A package slams down. On UZero's head. Ouch.
It contains...Oh dear, some BROKEN Origin Wands. That's...Not good. With their creative energies uncontained, who knows WHAT they can do?
...It appears that they can create bedrock in a 3*3 cube around their impact point.
"Hi. I'm from the future. Or something. Considering I don't actually...Ugh, this is not going to be explained right now but I am a veteran of the future fights. Don't ask. But it is vitally important that Richard wins to ensure that Richard wins here.because timeline stuff. Ugh. I hate predestination when it's not busy ensuring I don't die."
What’s an Origin Wand? Sounds like something that doesn’t really exist yet.
UT: It's something that could help me with my creation...
GA: You mean that AI? Ire, as you called it?
UT: Yes, that AI.
UT: Programming it has been... hard, to say the least.
UT: Imagine my surprise when I found a program that supposedly doesn't exist, and took part in the Psi-Godmodding war?
GA: Excuse me, but I have absolutely no idea as to what you're talking about.
UT: Ancient internet history that involved the creation of Minecraft or something..
GA: That JUST came out of beta.
GA: Are you really that interested in it?
UT: Yes.
GA: ...
UT: Anyway, I have no idea how this will act when I boot it up...
UT: I'll let it run for awhile, then take what I need.
GA: Well, alright.
UT: Although, what should we test it on? Think, think...
UT: May as well test it in Minecraft. That should be a fine test.
>RUNNING...
>CONNECTION ESTABLISHED AT TARGET LOCATION. SERVER IP: 192....
>...
>ancientGumshoehas joined the game.
A tall, slender man wearing a trench-coat walks out of a high-tech looking door. He's very clearly a hard-boiled detective; he has the hat, keys and the raw pulchritude. He then proceed to transform his set of keys into a tommy gun! He then fires a quick volley at UserZero! Naturally, UserZero has dealt with many, many bullets from weaker godmodders, so she deflects them with her weapon of choice.
However, the bullets have a homing atribute; as they get hit away, they inherit the speed of the impact that reflected them! UserZero is then flanked by constantly speeding-up homing bullets! And if the bullets are damaged, the fragments will spin out towards UserZero as well, creating more things to deflect!
He then pulls out a kit, and starts building something... (1 / 20)
UserZero pulls out a shield made of ballistic gel! The bullets all stop short of her!
((what exactly does this mean? there are a few things I'm confused about. what do those numbers mean on the other posts. I will edit this if I do anything wrong))
I go and create a huge computer. it instantly starts calculating which team I should go on. When it decides neutral it creates a huge grilled cheese sandwich, which attacks UserZero, since I find Richard nicer, so I will save him for last.
Hellowz, kidpen! Welcome to Destroy the Godmodder 0rigins! Those numbers are charges. If you’re confused, I’d read the rules a bit, but basically the numbers are the amount of posts it takes to make a super-powerful action instead of a standard one-shot action once the count is full. If you’re confused, don’t worry about it too much and just watch it in action a bit, the game is just starting!
It's time. We've waited so long for this to happen. Now, all hell will break loose. Well, not immediately. Give me a break, I haven't figured out how to find a door to hell yet.
atomicAmiable has joined the server! Her avatar is an aquamarine spirit with white spiral cheeks. She wears a pair of military-grade earmuffs around her neck, seemingly in case something goes wrong.
aa: hmmm
aa: its been a while since i played this game
aa: userzero
aa: remember me
aa: of course you dont
aa: im just another one of those "noobs" you like to mock
aa: well i just cant even stand a few things
aa: and annoying jerks who think theyre all high and mighty are one of them
aa: get ready to run userzero
atomicAmiable is of the Anti-Zero alignment, naturally. She throws a couch at UserZero, but before it impacts, stashes a few thousand metric tonnes of highly volatile explosives under the cushions in case UserZero decides to block it, blast it, dodge a few steps away, or get hit by it.
She decides to get hit by it, because of the -1 Blast Protection on her invisible armor makes it a cakewalk to tank it!
IN case you have a post that doesn’t have an action pertaining to actually playing the game in it, it’s polite to include /null so I don’t quote it in the EoTB and such, which makes my job a bit easier. Please and thank you.
I warp back from the future, on a mission to kill Richard. "If Richard is allowed to live, he will spark a catastrophe that will result in the anhillation of 3 universes. I cannot allow that to happen, so the best way to end this is to kill Richard before he can gain his strength." I then attempt to summon Chuck Norris to counter Richard's lack of an ACN turret back then, but apparently he doesnt exist yet. "More than one way to kill a Godmodder, right?" I instead boost myself to a significant percentage of the speed of light and dash past Richard, delivering a terrifyingly powerful hit to Richard that should send him flying. If he blocks it, I bounce off, and pull out a pistol in mid-air to deliver a headshot while he is still recovering from blocking the sword attack (its really hard to block a relativistic sword strike).
1/10 EXOS Arrival
Note: Neutral player here, not quite willing to ally with UberZero yet.
UberZero? Who’s that? There’s UserZero over there, but I see no UberZero.
You fail to summon Chuck Norris, for how can you summon Chuck Norris when he is already here?! He’s dueling the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret, as usual! It appears that Richard’s had it for a longer while than you anticipated. It begs the question of who summoned Chuck Norris if it wasn’t you.
Richard proceeds to match your speed to block the Relavitistic strike and then just catches the bullet with his pinkies!
The sea was peaceful. Quiet, calm. Eternal. It was old as time itself, protecting Yggdrasil. That was then. Now, the godmodders disturb the quiet melody of the sea. People breached Yggdrasil. But what those people didn't know is, if you bite the sea, the sea bites back. And it bites HARD. A whirlpool started forming near the landmass, a core of dark emptiness near the bottom. As time elapsed, the dark core started rising. And when the core was fully out of the water, it disintegrated, and within stood Sorodin, The Dark Light, The Protector of the Sea, The Father of Guardians. He came from the depths of the void, and felt the water as it was himself. He was ready..... ready for revenge.
(Yayyyy..... horrible writing skills FTW! Sorry for those who suffered through that.)
I vote for the almighty Alchemeiter.
I make a bowl of delicious poisonous pufferfish soup and offer it to UserZero. Hey, it has lots of vitamins!
Thunderstorm 1/25
Guardian King 1/25
UserZero happily eats the Poisonous Pufferfish soup! After all, Poisons aren’t delicious, so it must have been carefully prepared and poison free! She tips you for your tasty dish. +1.
"What the flying skeletal carp are you DOING, trying to doom a timeline?! We can't kill Richard, he HAS to survive for the future to work!"
I quickly open a portal to slam Crusher into Uzero instead.
"And so help me Notch if you try to break things with the Weath Ray again I will steal it, wreck the plans, and bloody well punch you in the face. Don't. Even. It's NOT going to work."
UserZero safely catches Crusher, dealing no damage to either of them.
"According to the Terminator rules, it does not work. Since you are also here from the future to stop me, we are re-enacting the plot from Terminator, thus Terminator's rules of time travel are in effect. As a side effect, I had to leave my Weath Ray in the future, which sucks because I should be able to just instakill the godmodder with it." I then engage Netpatham in close combat, pulling off a blitz of teleportation to confuse him and leave him nearly unable to block my series of sword slashes.
2/10 EXOS Arrival
Before you can attack Netpatham in what would have been sure to devolve into an impossible-to-solve counter-godmodding spree on both of your parts, UserZero steps between you and him. UserZero: which godmodder? UserZero: best be keeping our allegiances straight, eh? UserZero: also, what’s that about a weath ray? it sounds like its your work…no, it is your work, i can tell! today is your lucky day, for you see…
She proceeds to, against all conceivable odds, pull it out a Portable Weath Ray…Hey waitaminute that thing didn’t even exist yet and-
UserZero: NO QUESTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS! UserZero: but it is authentic, yes, see, stare at it. Look at it, behold it, marvel at the contours and edges, yes. this is yours, is it not? you recognize it, i see it within your soul. this is it! a portable weath ray, yes. its even labeled such. UserZero: i smell the stench of you on it even. I press my voxel-crafted nose to it and sniff the sweet tetronimoes of hard, wondrous effort and skill. UserZero: it smells so sweaty, so lovely, you poured love into this did you not? yes, yes I can tell. UserZero: sadly the battery life is as poor as a hobo and I already tried that on a weak alpha. even that joke could knit himself together in a few seconds with no harm done after it was all over with, so you’re probably dealing with a whole new breed of wimp if they can’t godmod their way out of this. UserZero:…but you do still want it don’t you. UserZero: its yours if you join me.
She then looks at the rest of you…Oddly. Can’t really describe it well.
UserZero: not my problem the rest of you n00bs can’t keep yourselves in line, after all!
I teleport out of the way of Crusher's attack, and he instead hits a large tub of nitroglycerin that WAS stable...
Kablooie.
What’s a BT?...You know what, executive decision, that’s a Bacon Lettuce Tomato Sandwich, hold the Lettuce. But what kind of Bacon Tomato sandwich is a Teleslash, and what even is a Teleslash? I don’t even know nor care, this is your third post out of two and null anyways, and UserZero stopped the fight before it started with her offer.
"Already, it is chaos, yet what of those that wish to live in peace in this world? Will they be forced to suffer too because of these in-differences? No! I will build a keep strong enough to defend the helpless from any evil... In true dwarven fashion!"
We start running twoards the tree in the distance.
Red 2/5
Lord Calzerb 2/50
I shoot tin cans at UZero. They explode.
UserZero kicks you both square in the crotches, and then tank the exploding tin cans by way of -1 Blast Protection enchantments. What were you thinking, that she’d just let you have a clear shot at the big tree?
A figure clad in some kind of fancy governmental coat blinks into existence:
"Oh hey look, it's the godmodder and... another godmodder? who's this?"
After reading the intro I realize that I must save the godmodder from the godmodder so i can kill the godmodder, without letting the godmodder kill the godmodder... wow space-time shenanigans sure are wonky.
Whelp, better save Richard's butt so I can kick it in another dimension in the future.
I give UberZero a can of soda as a peace offering, but when she opens it, it explodes in a cloud of fizz!
Candy Corn && Tommy Gun = The Candy Corn Rifle Lv. 5 (1/6)
Anybody else from the Terraria DTG? +1 to the first two to be from there.
Who is this mysterious UberZero fellow?
Welcome, CubicCentimeter! Unfortunately, the Alchemiter/Artifact system debate is still ongoing (though strongly favoring Alchemies). Until the polls are closed and the official decision made, no Alchemies can be made!
I throw a stick at user0. It's just a stick, I don't even feel like pulling out the more interesting sticks.
2/25 Terrible Tastes
Your completely uninteresting stick fails to catch her attention until it becomes an interesting stick! It becomes an interesting stick by doing 2 damage to UserZero, and sending her back…Like wow, 100 blocks! Everyone rushes up automatically to meet the new distance! First blood!
The Curse of Repetetiveness™ reacts: UserZero is now immune to being damaged by throwing sticks at her!
The Scribe finishes his march to the Battlefield, seeing the other combatants attacking both of the original Minecraftians on the field - the two godmodders. He surveys both of them - UserZero looks downright insane. Not the person you'd want to have as your enemy. But then again, he wonders if having her as a friend would be much better. No doubt UserZero only sees friends as convenient tools. And then there's... this other godmodder. The one named Richard.
Richard is a peculiar character, no doubt. He's dressed in the Garb of the Player, for one thing. That's certainly unconventional. And his flowing red cape looks unmatched in power - the Scribe hasn't seen anything like it. It's not just his clothes that make Richard stand out, however. It's his face. No one else would notice it, but the Scribe is man who has spent his entire life poring over the unexplained and the unseen - the symbolic and the sacred. Visions dance in and out of his head at will, and he's plagued by sights of sigils that he doesn't understand until much later.
The face of this man - or in particular, his eye - reminds the Scribe very much of an image he's seen frequently. That of a thick eyebrow above a rounded black eye with a diagonal line cut through it - most likely a scar. Richard's face is untouched, but somehow, in some way, his eye reminds him of that symbol. The symbol he'd seen so often that he'd put it on the front cover of his book. The Scribe feels a connection towards Richard - something pivotal. An instinct that if he sides with Richard in this fight, things that have been silently planned for years, if not decades, will come into motion. The Scribe doesn't know if they're good or if they're bad, but he's willing to take a risk.
And so, the Scribe allies himself as Anti-Zero. He walks over to the Godmodder, removing a scarf, cloth, and gas mask obscuring his mouth. He sticks out his gloved hand towards Richard. "Hello there. You're Richard, I take it. You strike me as intensely familiar, even though I know this is the first time we've met. I suppose I'll be on your side for this battle, however long it may last." The Scribe walks next to Richard, his hand rummaging through his inventory. "So... Do you have a plan of some kind? Something we can use to defeat this UserZero? Or are we flying blind, as they say?"
The Journal: 4/20 ==================== (+2 received from Erelye) [DATA ENCRYPTED] [BEGINNING DECRYPTION...]
@Erelye: Eh, call me Twin. It's fine. Unless you're addressing the Scribe directly.
I +2 Erelye.
Richard responds with a tone of voice that implies that he really doesn’t like his odds.
Godmodder477: No-one’s defeated UserZero before. She can’t be undefeatable, it’s just that no-one’s done it before. I don’t have a concrete plan, but I KNOW I can…I have to win this!
Godmodder477: I was hoping to be the first by a surprise attack but she…Well she was prepared for me.
Godmodder477: All I know is Chuck Norris is out of the picture, so there’s something.
He briefly turns to a distance away, where Chuck Norris was doing his eternal dance against the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret-the latter being a massive totem pole of the most sophisticated weapon systems you could think of. A turret, the strongest weapon of any godmodders arsenal, but only capable of targeting one specific thing for all of their incredible firepower.
You could see it in the eyes of the legendary warrior, even as a hail of a vast array of projectiles cut off contact for more than split seconds. Chuck Norris was gunning for Richard.
Godmodder477:…In any case, I can’t think of a way out of this-UserZero’s not letting slip any way of leaving. Not like I would leave.
Godmodder477: All I know is that big tree in the distance-Yggdrasil-she’s got something going on over there.
Godmodder477: No clue what it is she’s doing over there. I can take a crack at it but all my guesses don’t feel right…
Godmodder477:…But we have to get there! That’s all I have! We’re already making some progress, she got hurt just now!
He then pauses for a split-second, as if to suddenly recall something.
Godmodder477: Oh, and before you think this is me being buddy-buddy with you.
Godmodder477: Don’t think of this as me being your friend or anything of the sort. You people would turn on me in a heartbeat if this situation didn’t call for it.
Godmodder477: And I can say the same of myself to you if the dice fall that way. You can call me familiar all you want.
Godmodder477: UserZero, though…She’s dangerous. And also kind of, you know, stark raving mad.
UserZero: I AM STILL HERE, YOU KNOW!!
UserZero: I HAVE THESE FANTASTIC ORGANS KNOWN AS EARS!!
UserZero: YOU REALLY MUST TRY THEM, TUBA BOY!!
UserZero: MAYBE YOU CAN HEAR THE FAT LADY SING!!
"Here we are, my favorite vacation spot. Time to take a break from gods trying to destroy mankind, people transforming each other into animals, and dying universes. Time to just kick back, relax, and destroy a godmodder. UserZero? I come from the future, and I am here to tell you that you are going to lose, unless you cause a paradox that would destroy the entire game."
I begin this battle by +2ing MegaMiner, and for my attack, I draw upon the powers of YOUTUBE COMMENTERS!
Noticing Talist's "First!" comment, they immediately start to bicker about who actually was first. I have their bickering over loudspeakers. Eventually, this leads to one especially immature commenter throwing out a Mario Kart Wii Blue Shell. They think this will hover over the first commenter, which would be Talist...right?
NOT SO! It instead travels over UserZero, the first person to speak in this thread. After receiving an azure explosion to the face, she is mobbed by hundreds of commenters complaining about how unfair it is that the first commenter was someone who had a massive advantage as she STARTED the thread.
If UserZero decides to kill the commenters, no one feels any remorse; they're annoying anyways.
Charges: 1/20 Maine Cannon
1/50
Time for a story!
UserZero refuses to respond to your comment. The Blue Shell flies up…And flies away, very very far away. It appears that apparently its found something more important to blow up, for some reason. Where is it going? No-one knows! It’ll probably turn up again at some extremely inconvenient time.
The girl takes off a satchel from her back, brilliant white with a large selection of tools inside. She reveals a fancy blowdart, which she promptly uses on UserZero... only for it to completely miss her and plant itself in the dirt behind her. The poison from the blowdart promptly spills into the ground, contaminating the soil and causing UserZero intense pain wherever she steps.
Duality: 1/25. +1 to the Twinscribe and Erelye.
Uzi has boots on! Your poison spills out quite a distance, however. The Terrain is now Contaminated Plains! -5% HP per turn to all entities on the ground without proper footwear!
A middleage tanned man with a wild black beard steps over a hill. It has been a long night for him. His name is Rashki Broschivich, and his origin is... complicated. He is from an alternate timl-
"SHUT UP NARRA! I won't be able to find sticks with you blabbing like an idiot! I'm getting a headache"
And why do you need sticks?
I told you: we need a fire
We already have a fire!
But not a summoning fire!
What's the differenceThe difference is one you annoy the hell out of me to get information on, and one you don't care about
Hey! I'm a mystical being! I wanna know how to summon my kind!
"Maybe, but I don't want you killing us both with your curiosity; I know you..."
"Just stay quiet!" he mutters
Rashki finishes getting sticks and walks toward the fire
Rashki is from a possible future in which Richard wins and kills all but himself. And he picked me up along the way.
He breathes on the small fire, watching it grow into a tall beam of combustion. He starts chanting; the words seem mixed, backwards, encrypted
"L|A: T DFXXZY ESPP, RCPLE MPLDE ZQ ESP QZCPDE, ZYP HSZ NLY OPQPLE LWW seimene dna pleh em ni eht noitarotser ecnalab fo. XLJ JZF NZXP, ZYP ZQ ESP MWLNV LYO HSTEP "
Suddenly the fire extinguishes and a cute panda appears in front of him.
"Hi... you weren't what I expected"
"Mrrughh"
"..."
it walks towards a bamboo stalk near the fire.
"Sigh"
Panda summoned! The Panda eats the Bamboo stalk, and in a shocking twist, undergoes a radical transformation! It becomes…It is……My goodness, IT IS-
…
A slightly fatter Panda. As the default faction is AG, the Panda is the first Anti-Godmodder entity!
Before I begin this slightly long intro, I just want to say I'm joining Neutral.
Outside the server's atmosphere, A Time Gate reading 2015 Activates and pulsates a strong Purple beam from the opening. Coming out of said opening, was a freaking Briefcase.
Briefcase: Ugh, Why did it put me in space of all of the places? Pin-pointing destinations is gonna be soo reliable...
Suddenly, a Red beam came out of nowhere and obliterated the time gate, locking Briefcase in the past and sending him towards the ground at a frightening speed.
BBBAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! Onto the ground, right on top of another player named Sigmatic753.
Briefcase: Ow.
Sigmatic573: Hey, watch where you land you-
Sigmatic observed Briefcase more closely. He had never seen anything like this before.
Sigmatic573: Hold on, Minecraft can't do THAT.
Briefcase: Well, with a bunch of mods it is possible.
Sigmatic573: Actually, Nevermind about that. I'm Sigmatic573, But you can call me Sigma for short.
Briefcase: You named yourself after a greek letter? Thats... Really Cool.
Sigmatic573: Would you stop being sarcastic and actually Praise me.
Briefcase: What? I'm not being sarcastic-
Briefcase felt a sharp pain in his chest as he was stabbed hard with a stick.
Briefcase: OW WHAT THE GORILLA MAN! OK FINE, I LIKE YOUR USERNAME. THERE. NOW STOP STABBING ME.
Sigmatic573: Just be lucky I didn't actually kill you this time.
Briefcase: Wait, What?
Sigmatic573: I'll go in detail later. Right now, We got a war to screw.
Briefcase: Uh, sure, why not?
And so It begins. As Briefcase and Sig-
Briefcase: OH! Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Briefcase Von Schwartz, But you can call me Briefcase.
GODAMMIT STOP INTERUPPTING ME, JEEZUZ.
Anyways, As Briefcase and Sigmatic573 walks towards the battlefield, Another user by the name of ubiquitousUnknown Looks over their arrival from the start.
ubiquitousUnknown: War...
ubiquitousUnknown Rips a Rose into pieces, then snickers.
ubiquitousUnknown: ...Why is everyone participating in war soo dumb?
I honestly need to see how this happened. What drove the godmodder from the war I come from to ascend to power other then being the best or bragging rights. There has to be an explanation for why this man would do all this, because the Second Godmodding War being caused by him pulling a fit of revenge is stupid. We need to go deeper, and since i'm definitely capable of holding my own (i've been awarded the highest honor an angel could get for killing Doc Scratch!), it shouldn't be hard to hold my own.
And it just so happens that a temporal copy of the server's IP was sent to me by an anonymous donor. Thanks for letting me in.
Now then, it looks like Richard's fighting the current Omega Plus to be the godmodder...wait, that's UserZero. I know her. But...
wait. if i kill the godmodder, then that would be good because then he wouldn't have killed all the universes and people
but that would be bad because i'd make a time paradox
but that would be good because i'd save the universes
but that would be bad because i could do anything with that interference
but then
but then
but then
but the-
FOCUS. You're just here for researching purposes. Don't take sides or alter with the timeline unless you are provoked, even though, if you wanna get technical, all this stuff, including the time paradoxes, has happened before in 2011-2012. time travel is confusing.
PitTheAngel is now [N].
(HEY THEDRIVINGLLAMA DON'T STEAL MY TEXT COLOR BRO THAT ISN'T COOL)
I retrieve a delicious, ludicrously large wedding cake and set it down on the ground. I spray ice magic over it and quickly freeze it. I strap the cake to a rocket and launch it into the sky. After a few mintues, I pull out a sniper rifle, snipe it in mid air and watch as sharp shards of frozen wedding cake rain down over UserZero.
1/25 Queen Ant
+2 to MegaMiner.
(Hey Tazz, if you need someone to make an alchemy list, then I could do it.)
UserZero pulls out an Umbrella which she doesn’t need, as the raging Sandstorm sweeps up the fragments and sends them completely off course! Fortunately, nothing comes of it.
Welcome, FeatheredDragon! I’ll hopefully keep track of it on my own, but a supplementary list is always nice. This, of course, assumes Alchemies are chosen, though it’s increasingly obvious that the majority is favoring Alchemies…
Pit, you should have said, "Sorry to keep you waiting!"
First off, I +2 the Topazian.
"I give you an incredible gift here: Knowledge of events that have yet to occur. You lose, but survive this encounter. Obama becomes President of the United States. The San Francisco Giants win the World Series. Three times. (You could bet money on that and win millions)
Tell me, UserZero. Why do you call yourself a 'godmodder'? It's a simple question."
I look UserZero straight in the eyes and wait for her answer.
Charges: 2/20 Maine Cannon
2/50
In a time soon to come, and yet already past, there was a boy and a being who loved that boy.
Everyone present points out that Obama already got into office, three years ago even! Everyone writes down a bit about the San Fransico Giants winning three times, just in case…Except UserZero, who seems dreadfully unconcerned and oblivious to your statements about the future. She does react to your question, however.
UserZero: do you know who psi is?
UserZero: that’ll answer your question one way, easy!
UserZero: as for the other interpretation, hehehe!
UserZero: do you think i would tell you that, honestly?
UserZero: how i got these skills is not to be known.
UserZero: then again, you seem so knowledgeable. why don’t you already know?
UserZero: Oh, right. obama is in office right now, so clearly you didn’t realize the election was over, like, years ago…and that’s just one hole in your logic.
I jump out of a green portal. Being an underling in Hyrule Inc. I have only a very small arsenal of weapons. Hoping to climb the corporate ladder I took this assignment. Taking out a tiny slingshot I shoot UserZero.
UserZero just grabs the projectile out of the air!
Oh, He should be back by now… Argh, must have unbalanced the tanks.
Hey, Scribe. My friend might be able to help with some of those symbols you have there. But, until then… The other symbol, in a shape akin to an S, glows deep purple. He raises his hand and… Flicks it.
I have this pen for you. It might speed up your journal writing. He holds his other hand over the pen, glowing dark black. A dark liquid seeps into the pen's interior.
That darkness is like the pen's ink. It should be enough to accelerate lessen the time it takes to finish that journal by 2/20. He gives the dark purple pen to the Scribe.
Just don't write on anything except paper. +2 to The Scribe.
Well, we're going to want some entities here, won't we? He takes out a piece of chalk, and draws onto a nearby stone…
Oh wait, He's going to need to be here to make this work. Well, He will be here soon… He holds his hands together, and a vortex of purple and black forms around him. The symbols inscribed onto his palms glow brightly…
LYEXYF CT VXSW, JTSY QNV JVMY JB WYWPCG ZYILPNV… The vortex generates more of itself, while the oldest combine to form a grey, featureless liquid. It is fed into the chalk inscriptions… Inscription: 1/15 full.
ERROR - USER2 HAS WEAK SIGNAL. CURRENT STAUS: EXITING LIMBO. WILL RESTORE CONNECTION WHEN SIGNAL IS RESTORED.
Why did I quote this. It has no battlefield actions on it.
A section of the world near the rest of the players warps and shimmers for a second, an effect that no normal Minecraft player would ever have seen before, before a young-looking figure steps out of the field and looks around warily. He appears to be clad in a fairly simple set of robes, a deep purple in color, open at the front and wearing a simple purple shirt and blue pants under. A pair of black gloves and gray shoes round out the outfit. “Ahh, the long-awaited prequel." He looks over at Richard. "Hello there, Richard. We're going to have had some conflict between us in the future, but as it stands now destiny is on your side, and so must I be."
His eye roves around for a second before settling on what looks like an absolutely unremarkable area of space. His focus is made slightly more interesting through the fact that it is the exact place your (yes, you out there in front of the screen) mind’s eye has decided to watch from. “Hello there. I’m Crystal, the one writing this’s proxy in this series of wars. And may I say that it feels good to be back in canon again.” He looks back at UserZero. “Well, another godmodder we need to take care of. Let’s get started.” Yes, let’s.
Crystal pulls out a strange machine that looks to be made of thickly rune-inscribed bronze gears, springs, and other mechanisms, crystals glowing with trapped sunlight, and a core that looks almost like a contained black hole. He winds up the clockwork contrivance and lobs it underhand at UserZero. The device ticks for a second before, with a blast of unlight, the blocks within a short radius around UserZero, as well as UserZero herself, begin to warp and fuse into each other like a surrealist painting. The effects are quickly dispelled by a blast of sunlight from the remains of the device, but the effects certainly look like they would have damaged any non-Godmodder considerably.
Oh yes. Charges. (And I vote, and have voted, Alchemiter.)
dARKnESS 1/25.
Proteus 1/10.
+2 to Twin.
UserZero shoots an incredible, a-grade death glare at the Clockwork Contrivance as it starts sucking her in. It explodes well before it can do damage.
Hey look, people I kinda know, I feel like I know what to do;
I'll just kinda chill this post, keep my other one stronger
Charges:
JOHN CENA! (1/10)
{Alchemies}
Candy Corn Rifle (2/6)
+1 to Jon and Redst... err... MegaMinEr?
In order for your post to be counted as focused, there can only be one post. Advancing your charges in another counts as a second post! I am a bit stingy about this but I need to set some hard rules.
Hey there Topazian. Maybe you'll eventually learn why I spent so much time on that reference to Wilson in the map. Although, he hasn't been born yet, so the only way he'd show up here would be if everyone demanded me do some time shinana-bananagrams.
I ask UserZero her opinions on the local pie eating contest, weather we should have statues of big gophers, little gophers, big groundhogs, or little groundhogs. Don't worry, they're plastic so they'll be easier to paint. Then I offer her some cheesecake and ask her what 20 means. Hopefully, this will confuse her and lead into my next action.
Red Shirt: 2/5
First Actual Guy: 2/25
+2 to Topazian
Time for actual character introduction. LET'S DO THIS SHIZZLE! Making a likable character who's not Wilson, take 1!
On this day, four years from now, Mikoto is still fighting. He's lost everything now. Well, almost everything. There was only one reason he kept on going, one reason he still called himself a protector even after losing his home and most of those he cared for. That one reason was calling out to him now.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Little paws ran across a cold, void black surface. The owner of these paws wasn't running towards anything because there was nothing to run to, just emptiness. She just ran because one day, she picked a direction and decided to run that way as far as she could. She never found anything, but that wasn't the point. There was nothing to find in this endless mental world. She simply ran because it gave her something to do. Without anything to do, she would probably go mad. Although, what if she already was insane? She wasn't sure if she was. It would explain a lot more than being sane ever could. Well... Maybe. It was a bit of a catch 22. If she was insane, it would mean that this world was totally fake and she had no real presence in it, which would mean she was in the real world. And that would mean she had something to do and therefor wasn't insane. On the other hand, if she wasn't insane, that would mean this world has some grip on her. And the fact that there was nothing to do would probably mean she had gone insane a while ago. Stupid insanity. Never easy to self diagnose. Regardless, she concluded that she was sane and always had been, so she was lucky to avoid going mad with the resounding nothing to do. But... if she was insane, she would call herself sane, wouldn't she? That's what any sane insane person would do. Forcing herself to break off from these looping arguments and did the one thing that let her interact with the 'outside' world, whatever that was. She called out into the darkness,
**Auto-translating speech... please stand by....**
Mikoto! Mikoto! Pliezuk-zier unsunkrul mial zioul? Gu zieksalour zier plalsliu!
(Can you hear my voice? I'd like to talk to you!)
It took about thirty seconds before there was a response, Mikoto's voice.
Cal zal, zier nu kuzuk plalr. R'oul zier pllalîs, pliessouuk-zier miu kourul cu qieou su plalrsu?
(That's okay, you don't have to. Please, could you tell me what's been happening?)
Ah... hm...
Mikoto thought for a moment. Honestly, things had been going terribly for him, and so, they were going terribly for Gail as well. Inari and Laiko (/Wilson) were both missing, Willow was barely held in check, and that wasn't even mentioning how their original home was now gone and they were in some place apparently called "Yellowstone". Mikoto decided to... not lie, but give a... twist.
Lous chirous rins ... louun. Nier rimimious kalnr en niezuale louue. Oul ouss ... ir gu rephisu.
(Things are... alright. We're in a new place. It's... okay I suppose.)
Feeling that he didn't want to talk about it, Gail changed the subject.
Pliessouuk-zier r'oul zier pllalîs kousous-miiou l'housiourul ku cimimiuns nier rimimious alssouzér ocou?
(Could you please tell me the story of how we got here?)
Um ... pliesqieiou? Zier ésouuk là plies lal plleplalss ku culeou-cou.
(I just want something to pass the time. So... please?)
Mikoto thought for a few moments and eventually decided, sure. Why not? Plus, there might be some invisible people they couldn't see who were reading this on some kind of screen who would like to know about their past.
Note: Fake language is subject to change randomly. Also, the only reason I made it was because it would make no sense for their native language to be English. You can try to back translate it if you want, but I wouldn't suggest it.
UserZero: The Local Pie-Eating Contest hasn’t existed since that guy’s stomach exploded from eating too much pie! It was hilarious!
UserZero: Groundhogs beat Gophers, and bigger is better, so Bigger Groundhogs!
UserZero: The cake is a lie!
UserZero: Twenty is two sets of ten in base ten, ten sets of two in base five, four sets of five in base five, five sets of four in base four, and one below the age of legal drinking in the USA!
I suddenly break every rule of time ever and Teleport from Salvation, and end up in 0rgins.
Deciding i would rather not break the timeline and make an even worse godmodder the main godmodder. i promptly slap UserZero with a exploding, infinte, rubber chicken.
I then promptly look up, and decide that Stereo typical n00bs from Roblox are worse.
i summon 50 "Donate Pl0x" spambots that flood the Minecraft server chat, while annoying User Zero.
Charges:
Spell Book: 1/10
Rain of Arrows: 1/5
To UserZero, you’re all n00bs! The 50 donation Spambots are summoned, and promptly mind controlled to Uzi’s side! Hey, had to happen eventually! They can’t deal damage but they can annoy people into not attacking!
Aayla reads the news, finding out it is actually her birthday, she demands that a snowball fight should begin. Many gnomes pop out of the ground to throw snowballs at people.
Summons:
The Ground 4/25 (+2 from someone I cannot find anymore)
The Ground is an entity that is as infinite as the ground. Every few turns it will swallow an entity for two turns, causing it to take small damage and more importantly, be incapacitated.
Other charges:
There is No Other Way 2/10
I offer 1+ to the next 2/3 people to join the snowball fight.
UserZero turns out to be a snowball-lobbing inter-universal champion and easily dispatches the gnomes…Partially because there’s no snow and she can just kick them into low orbit instead.
Suddenly, a mahagony door appears on the battlefield. Engraved in it's rich and colourful wood are gold letters, reading "Lord of Smoke". It bursts open not long after it's appearance, revealing the player with a skin akin to a powerful warrior remiscent of a time after the world has ended.
SeNeCa14: Wait until they get a load of me!
SeNeCa14: Okay, so much for an intro when everyone is busy with themselves.
SeNeCa14: The time has come. Let's play Minecraft!
SeNeCa14, real name Seneca (Duh!), has joined the game as a [H] Hostile[N] Neutral and starts charging.
SeNeCa14: Could not would not attack yet. Gotta keep to myself for now. Until the time is right.
1/14 | Mighty Beast (Dog)
1/5 | Verbal Bash
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+ 1 to The Scribe/Twin | You'll know who Seneca is when DOCTOR is done, which will take very long. Much stuff to do. Such forum games to play. Wow.
Some lightning accompany the opening of a portal.
In a second a tall figure dressed in black comes out.
After waiting for the last millimetre of coat to came out the portal disappears, taking with him the lightning he had caused.
Observing his surroundings realizes that the matrix of reality that had once visited is altered.
But the thing that take most of his attention is not the reality itself, but its inhabitants.
"The locator of interesting points always works... well" he whispers.
They are definitely a challenge worthy of my attention.
That creature is clearly the stronger, so the one I should fight.
Pointing my finger to UserZero I say:
"How about a fight, native?"
Hezetor join Anti-Zero.
UserZero gestures to the fight already ongoing this minute!
After presumably being sent flying/murderificated, George reappears a little later with a rather comical assortment of large weapons.
"OPEN FIRE!!!"
He levels an enormous gun at Userzero...
Which fails to fire.
The enormous shell within falls out of the tip of the gun and lands on the ground.
"aww..."
And then an enormous rubber duck descends from the sky, bounces off of George (Squishing him) and careening towards UserZero at extremely high speeds.
All attempts to deflect it fail, as it seems to be immune to all attacks, they just bounce right off. All attempts to dodge don't work, it's a homing duck, and there's no time to think of an alternative because by the time she's thought of something to do other than the obvious answers which didn't work, she's already been flattened.
UserZero allows herself to get squished flat, it seems! The Rubber Duck from nowhere seems to have worked perfectly! Everyone pauses with apprehension. It can’t be…But she’s not getting out of there! It looks like that the random rubber duck from out of nowhere did the trick!
GODMODDER DESTR-waitaminute.
From under the Rubber Duck, slowly and steadily, comes this odd ooze, the color of light skin, orange hair, and blood, sliding up the Rubber Duck. It gathers itself into a sizable blob right in front of the rubber duck before reforming, right in front of you, into UserZero, completely unharmed (minus the damage taken from the stick), and wearing a ridiculously huge grin. She also apparently changed her clothes into…Rubber duck pajamas? Uh.
Godmodder477: Yeah…
Godmodder477: I still don’t get how that works at all, or how she does it, or if that’s even a Godmodding technique at all…But she does it.
Godmodder477: You get used to it.
UserZero pokes the duck, and it vanishes into the ether, probably to come back later as a nasty surprise.
I look over the general field, a bright look deep within my eyes. Slowly, the lids droop downwards, obscuring them in mere instants. When they open once more, they appear unnaturally dull, almost clouded. They seem to hold the secrets of hidden knowledge, of eldritch secrets and long-lost mysteries embedded beneath a layer of personality.
Within seconds, the look has vanished. I can assure you with absolute certainty that its effects have not. The sudden ingress and egress of some elder sensation has had a profound impact upon my inspiration, in a mainly negative manner. Given my previous experiences with such inspiration, it will be splendiferous, for me.
I flick my hand somewhat, and my arm begins to exude some sort of twisted aura, a swirling and viscous-appearing mass of almost-dripping gray energy. The space around the aura appears to lurch inwards, dragging any sorts of gases in the general area within the pulsating energies. Moments later, the gray gives way to constantly-vacillating images, shifting fluidly and a sharpness akin to physically being present in the area presented. First, a war-torn battlefield, then various murder scenes and manslaughter cases, and then graveyards.
The constantly shifting images flash past what appears to be a squamous, tentacular form of a size too vast to comprehend (for to comprehend its form is to embrace madness), which opens a piercing eye just before the image changes once more, this time to a… pool table. Strangely, the image does not shift further. Not exactly what I expected. Alas, the fallacy of probability. The ticking of a grandfather clock becomes evident just as I release the energies of the aura.
The aura vanishes, calling forth absolutely nothing. I wait. The clock ticks thrice, though I appear to pay more attention to each tock betwixt. Reality appears to fold away at the seams from my perspective, as I disappear from the vision of all upon the server. I examine my surroundings, noting that I am in a green room (likely owned by a certain white host), extravagantly decorated, with a pool table in the center. I pick up a cue, examining the balls set upon the table.
The cueball is quite normal, as is the eight ball. However, all else seems altered. There are a variety of other balls, though they are not of particular importance, save two. One, marked with a Ω, the other with a much larger Ω. Both are coated with carefully-drawn flowing Tengwar, both vastly differing messages. Immediately deducing what is required of me.
As such, I use the cue to strike the cueball, comme d'habitude. However, as the cueball streaks towards the triangle of set balls, I toss the cue aside. There is a flash of metal, along with a spoken word, and blood drips to the floor, narrowly missing the felt of the table. The balls at the table all begin to lurch about mechanically. The red omega is the only one to get pocketed. I stab the cue through it with a shatter, and walk off.
Elsewhere, UserZero suffers a horrendous physical and mental ailment that feels somewhat akin to being drained of all blood, and shattered to pieces only moments after. I reappear upon the place of battle, hand bandaged and somewhat bloodstained. If nothing else, this shall provide a veritable opening.
(+1 to Twin; +1 to Serpent)
Furtive Knowledge: 5/20(+2 from Twin and +1 from Serpent) IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
The Hex code FF0000 is not in fact the hex code of UserZero’s Text color, thus your attack fails without UserZero needing to do anything at all, as you got the wrong color!
I set several land mines throughout the field and set them to detonate on appearance of Pro Zero entities. I set up fake treasure chests on top of the land mines to bait the imminent PZ forces onto them.
1/5 Golden Deer
2/25 Queen Ant.
+ 1 to Cobalt and Cryptic.
"Damn it, Anna! Where are you?!" *sigh*
You make a trap! It’ll be activated during the EoTB. Or diffused during the EoTB. You can never be sure.
(Pardon my formatting. I'm an immigrant from the TV Tropes games. I'll figure out the syntax later.)
I walk into this digital world from a door that appeared out of nowhere, and disappears as quickly as it appeared. I speak into my headset.
Dr. Splitson, I've made it to this world. You say that this is in the past relative to the other worlds I've been in?
That is correct. I wish I could tell you more about the events, but this point in the timeline is highly volatile. Many things could have happened in the future and not yet verified the timeline. For now, despite the inevitable results of such an event, Richard's success is the most important thing for the sake of the timeline. I'll sign off so you can begin your mission.
I look in the bag I brought with me. Inside is my all-purpose scanner, though at the present, it is not working as it should. It should work once the world's rules for items are stabilized.
I approach Richard and introduce myself as Dr. Shiny. I inquire about his history with UserZero. As I do that, I cast a Reflect spell to defend myself from incoming attacks.
Kanohi Hau Nuva: 1/25
Skarmory: 1/25
Godmodder477: I don't want to talk about it.
Richard's tone does not imply he's going to give you the details anytime soon.
You're invincible (well, for now anyways). Your Reflect isn't all that useful right now.
Welcome, Doctor Shiny! Your syntax is OK, I don't see any issues.
The poison spreads out on the ground...The slime is arguably a toxic ooze itself, so it is unaffected; the Donation Spambots and the Slightly Fatter Panda are not so fortunate and take 5% damage, destroying two of the Donation Spambots in the process! The Slightly Fatter Panda manages to remind another couple of donation spambots that Pandas are still bears and still very dangerous for it by killing six more Spambots and wounding a seventh! The Slime, sensing easy digestables, proceeds to devour five more! The Spambots, oblivious to their predators, flood the chat with an insane amount of annoying advertisements to donate to various scam charities, driving four random posters to madness and having four random attacks fail next round.
Richard, feeling somewhat more confident about the situation since UserZero was literally damaged right off the bat, rushes in to try to get some more damage. However, Uzi isn't even remotely fazed by one little scratch and easily fights Richard to a brief standstill with her axework without breaking a sweat. She would go in for some damage, but the Trap suddenly goes off-doing no damage but making her back off for now.
Terrain: Contaminated Plains (-5% HP per turn to any grounded and non-protected units.)
Weather: Sandstorm (-20% Accuracy) [|||]
[AZ] Slightly Fatter Panda: 9,500/10,000 HP.
[N] Slime: 15,000/15,000 HP.
[PZ] Donation Spambots: 350/350 HP x 36, 275/350 HP x 1
A large, cubical area of the environment dissolves into static.
The static covers the entire space so densely that nothing can be seen of the space it replaced, but it occasionally flickers to show a vast, dark city. The city is lit by lamps containing glass bowls of glowing liquid topped oddly-colored flames, a sea of glinting crystal sand is visible in the distance.
An entity from the city walks outside the static-filled area during one of it's periods of visibility.
That figure is wearing a long, black coat, with a pair of white, triangular points extend from the top of the hood.
>mythicZoologist has joined the game.
MZ: At least the refinement worked
MZ: I can already feel the difference...
MZ: Heh-
MZ: Heh-heh- MZ: Heh-heh-heh- MZ: Ah- MZ: But Dusk still has the Zero-Model.
MZ: And I still have some work to do before I can go home.
The figure then looks around.
MZ: I haven't been here in a while...
MZ: Or is it that I won't be here for a while?
MZ: This is why I hate working with time mages.
I motion to anyone who might seem relevant.
MZ: Mind filling me in on what's happening this time?
While I wait for an answer, I reshape a piece of the gate's static into a large, shadowy bird.
I immediately begin to mock User0 over being damaged by a stick. A freaking stick! Seriously.
UserZero(?): I'm such a terrible Godmodder that even though I have more health than Richard even in his prime, and was prepared enough to trap him on my own server, I got damaged by a freaking stick that wasn't even intended to damage me! A freaking stick! Seriously, I suck at this.
Golem: Actually, I guess it's not like Richard's first damage wasn't as characteristically lame. I mean he just got banned. That's like. The lamest thing ever. You'd think that he'd at least invest in some form of ban prevention. Well, beyond relying on the absence of anyone who could ban him.
Golem: Whoops, dodge the axe.
Golem: And even then it's interesting that that somehow dealt damage to him. I mean, banning damages people? That's kind of silly. Though obviously no more than other sources of damage.
I honestly need to see how this happened. What drove the godmodder from the war I come from to ascend to power other then being the best or bragging rights. There has to be an explanation for why this man would do all this, because the Second Godmodding War being caused by him pulling a fit of revenge is stupid. We need to go deeper, and since i'm definitely capable of holding my own (i've been awarded the highest honor an angel could get for killing Doc Scratch!), it shouldn't be hard to hold my own.
And it just so happens that a temporal copy of the server's IP was sent to me by an anonymous donor. Thanks for letting me in.
Now then, it looks like Richard's fighting the current Omega Plus to be the godmodder...wait, that's UserZero. I know her. But...
wait. if i kill the godmodder, then that would be good because then he wouldn't have killed all the universes and people
but that would be bad because i'd make a time paradox
but that would be good because i'd save the universes
but that would be bad because i could do anything with that interference
but then
but then
but then
but the-
FOCUS. You're just here for researching purposes. Don't take sides or alter with the timeline unless you are provoked, even though, if you wanna get technical, all this stuff, including the time paradoxes, has happened before in 2011-2012. time travel is confusing.
PitTheAngel is now [N].
(HEY THEDRIVINGLLAMA DON'T STEAL MY TEXT COLOR BRO THAT ISN'T COOL)
A young man appears on the battlefield.
"Ah ha! Here we are."
" ... "
"God dang it. When I need you the most..."
I set my alignment to neutral.
I retrieve a delicious, ludicrously large wedding cake and set it down on the ground. I spray ice magic over it and quickly freeze it. I strap the cake to a rocket and launch it into the sky. After a few mintues, I pull out a sniper rifle, snipe it in mid air and watch as sharp shards of frozen wedding cake rain down over UserZero.
1/25 Queen Ant
+2 to MegaMiner.
(Hey Tazz, if you need someone to make an alchemy list, then I could do it.)
I'm out of my mind. Please leave a message.
"The sun never sets on those who ride into it." - The Narrator
I jump out of a green portal. Being an underling in Hyrule Inc. I have only a very small arsenal of weapons. Hoping to climb the corporate ladder I took this assignment. Taking out a tiny slingshot I shoot UserZero.
Come to kspcity! Transportation
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/tra
Industry
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ind
Oh, He should be back by now… Argh, must have unbalanced the tanks.
Hey, Scribe. My friend might be able to help with some of those symbols you have there. But, until then…
The other symbol, in a shape akin to an S, glows deep purple. He raises his hand and… Flicks it.
I have this pen for you. It might speed up your journal writing.
He holds his other hand over the pen, glowing dark black. A dark liquid seeps into the pen's interior.
That darkness is like the pen's ink. It should be enough to accelerate lessen the time it takes to finish that journal by 2/20.
He gives the dark purple pen to the Scribe.
Just don't write on anything except paper.
+2 to The Scribe.
Well, we're going to want some entities here, won't we?
He takes out a piece of chalk, and draws onto a nearby stone…
Oh wait, He's going to need to be here to make this work. Well, He will be here soon…
He holds his hands together, and a vortex of purple and black forms around him. The symbols inscribed onto his palms glow brightly…
LYEXYF CT VXSW, JTSY QNV JVMY JB WYWPCG ZYILPNV…
The vortex generates more of itself, while the oldest combine to form a grey, featureless liquid. It is fed into the chalk inscriptions…
Inscription: 1/15 full.
ERROR - USER2 HAS WEAK SIGNAL. CURRENT STAUS: EXITING LIMBO. WILL RESTORE CONNECTION WHEN SIGNAL IS RESTORED.
A section of the world near the rest of the players warps and shimmers for a second, an effect that no normal Minecraft player would ever have seen before, before a young-looking figure steps out of the field and looks around warily. He appears to be clad in a fairly simple set of robes, a deep purple in color, open at the front and wearing a simple purple shirt and blue pants under. A pair of black gloves and gray shoes round out the outfit. “Ahh, the long-awaited prequel." He looks over at Richard. "Hello there, Richard. We're going to have had some conflict between us in the future, but as it stands now destiny is on your side, and so must I be."
His eye roves around for a second before settling on what looks like an absolutely unremarkable area of space. His focus is made slightly more interesting through the fact that it is the exact place your (yes, you out there in front of the screen) mind’s eye has decided to watch from. “Hello there. I’m Crystal, the one writing this’s proxy in this series of wars. And may I say that it feels good to be back in canon again.” He looks back at UserZero. “Well, another godmodder we need to take care of. Let’s get started.” Yes, let’s.
Crystal pulls out a strange machine that looks to be made of thickly rune-inscribed bronze gears, springs, and other mechanisms, crystals glowing with trapped sunlight, and a core that looks almost like a contained black hole. He winds up the clockwork contrivance and lobs it underhand at UserZero. The device ticks for a second before, with a blast of unlight, the blocks within a short radius around UserZero, as well as UserZero herself, begin to warp and fuse into each other like a surrealist painting. The effects are quickly dispelled by a blast of sunlight from the remains of the device, but the effects certainly look like they would have damaged any non-Godmodder considerably.
Oh yes. Charges. (And I vote, and have voted, Alchemiter.)
dARKnESS 1/25.
Proteus 1/10.
+2 to Twin.
0rigin Point.
Avatar by TwinBuilder.
Hey look, people I kinda know, I feel like I know what to do;
I'll just kinda chill this post, keep my other one stronger
Charges:
JOHN CENA! (1/10)
{Alchemies}
Candy Corn Rifle (2/6)
+1 to Jon and Redst... err... MegaMinEr?
Hey there Topazian. Maybe you'll eventually learn why I spent so much time on that reference to Wilson in the map. Although, he hasn't been born yet, so the only way he'd show up here would be if everyone demanded me do some time shinana-bananagrams.
I ask UserZero her opinions on the local pie eating contest, weather we should have statues of big gophers, little gophers, big groundhogs, or little groundhogs. Don't worry, they're plastic so they'll be easier to paint. Then I offer her some cheesecake and ask her what 20 means. Hopefully, this will confuse her and lead into my next action.
Red Shirt: 2/5
First Actual Guy: 2/25
+2 to Topazian
Time for actual character introduction. LET'S DO THIS SHIZZLE! Making a likable character who's not Wilson, take 1!
On this day, four years from now, Mikoto is still fighting. He's lost everything now. Well, almost everything. There was only one reason he kept on going, one reason he still called himself a protector even after losing his home and most of those he cared for. That one reason was calling out to him now.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Little paws ran across a cold, void black surface. The owner of these paws wasn't running towards anything because there was nothing to run to, just emptiness. She just ran because one day, she picked a direction and decided to run that way as far as she could. She never found anything, but that wasn't the point. There was nothing to find in this endless mental world. She simply ran because it gave her something to do. Without anything to do, she would probably go mad. Although, what if she already was insane? She wasn't sure if she was. It would explain a lot more than being sane ever could. Well... Maybe. It was a bit of a catch 22. If she was insane, it would mean that this world was totally fake and she had no real presence in it, which would mean she was in the real world. And that would mean she had something to do and therefor wasn't insane. On the other hand, if she wasn't insane, that would mean this world has some grip on her. And the fact that there was nothing to do would probably mean she had gone insane a while ago. Stupid insanity. Never easy to self diagnose. Regardless, she concluded that she was sane and always had been, so she was lucky to avoid going mad with the resounding nothing to do. But... if she was insane, she would call herself sane, wouldn't she? That's what any sane insane person would do. Forcing herself to break off from these looping arguments and did the one thing that let her interact with the 'outside' world, whatever that was. She called out into the darkness,
**Auto-translating speech... please stand by....**
Mikoto! Mikoto! Pliezuk-zier unsunkrul mial zioul? Gu zieksalour zier plalsliu!
(Can you hear my voice? I'd like to talk to you!)
It took about thirty seconds before there was a response, Mikoto's voice.
Yes Gail? I'm he- er... Gu reour ocou. Gu zalour ousralomiu k'êsrul pller plsérunsr.
(I'm here. Let me try to be more present...)
Cal zal, zier nu kuzuk plalr. R'oul zier pllalîs, pliessouuk-zier miu kourul cu qieou su plalrsu?
(That's okay, you don't have to. Please, could you tell me what's been happening?)
Ah... hm...
Mikoto thought for a moment. Honestly, things had been going terribly for him, and so, they were going terribly for Gail as well. Inari and Laiko (/Wilson) were both missing, Willow was barely held in check, and that wasn't even mentioning how their original home was now gone and they were in some place apparently called "Yellowstone". Mikoto decided to... not lie, but give a... twist.
Lous chirous rins ... louun. Nier rimimious kalnr en niezuale louue. Oul ouss ... ir gu rephisu.
(Things are... alright. We're in a new place. It's... okay I suppose.)
Feeling that he didn't want to talk about it, Gail changed the subject.
Pliessouuk-zier r'oul zier pllalîs kousous-miiou l'housiourul ku cimimiuns nier rimimious alssouzér ocou?
(Could you please tell me the story of how we got here?)
Um ... pliesqieiou? Zier ésouuk là plies lal plleplalss ku culeou-cou.
(Um... why? You were there for most of it.)
Gu zuel gesu qieulqieu chisu plies plalrriu lu sumiplr. Kinc r'oul zier pllalîs ...?
(I just want something to pass the time. So... please?)
Mikoto thought for a few moments and eventually decided, sure. Why not? Plus, there might be some invisible people they couldn't see who were reading this on some kind of screen who would like to know about their past.
Note: Fake language is subject to change randomly. Also, the only reason I made it was because it would make no sense for their native language to be English. You can try to back translate it if you want, but I wouldn't suggest it.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
Allegiance Meter
Charges
Project M01-Stainless Steel Rat (2/10)
Project M02-魔域傲世六階 móyù àoshì lìujiē (3/25)
Action
I insta-summon twenty stereotypical Roblox noobs that walk around the battlefield randomly. They are [N] and their only attack is going "Donate pl0x" over and over again.
I suddenly break every rule of time ever and Teleport from Salvation, and end up in 0rgins.
Deciding i would rather not break the timeline and make an even worse godmodder the main godmodder. i
promptly slap UserZero with a exploding, infinte, rubber chicken.I then promptly look up, and decide that Stereo typical n00bs from Roblox are worse.
i summon 50 "Donate Pl0x" spambots that flood the Minecraft server chat, while annoying User Zero.
Charges:
Spell Book: 1/10
Rain of Arrows: 1/5
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!
Aayla reads the news, finding out it is actually her birthday, she demands that a snowball fight should begin. Many gnomes pop out of the ground to throw snowballs at people.
Summons:
The Ground 4/25 (+2 from someone I cannot find anymore)
The Ground is an entity that is as infinite as the ground. Every few turns it will swallow an entity for two turns, causing it to take small damage and more importantly, be incapacitated.
Other charges:
There is No Other Way 2/10
I offer 1+ to the next 2/3 people to join the snowball fight.
Wow, interesting.
A day without light,
A night without breath.
A single star left,
To swallow the rest.
With each light snuffed by a single man's tome...
What will be left to lead HER back home?
> [Player] SeNeCa14 joined the game.
Suddenly, a mahagony door appears on the battlefield. Engraved in it's rich and colourful wood are gold letters, reading "Lord of Smoke". It bursts open not long after it's appearance, revealing the player with a skin akin to a powerful warrior remiscent of a time after the world has ended.
SeNeCa14: Wait until they get a load of me!
SeNeCa14: Okay, so much for an intro when everyone is busy with themselves.
SeNeCa14: The time has come. Let's play Minecraft!
SeNeCa14, real name Seneca (Duh!), has joined the game as a
[H] Hostile[N] Neutral and starts charging.SeNeCa14: Could not would not attack yet. Gotta keep to myself for now. Until the time is right.
1/14 | Mighty Beast (Dog)
1/5 | Verbal Bash
---
+ 1 to The Scribe/Twin | You'll know who Seneca is when DOCTOR is done, which will take very long. Much stuff to do. Such forum games to play. Wow.
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Some lightning accompany the opening of a portal.
In a second a tall figure dressed in black comes out.
After waiting for the last millimetre of coat to came out the portal disappears, taking with him the lightning he had caused.
Observing his surroundings realizes that the matrix of reality that had once visited is altered.
But the thing that take most of his attention is not the reality itself, but its inhabitants.
"The locator of interesting points always works... well" he whispers.
They are definitely a challenge worthy of my attention.
That creature is clearly the stronger, so the one I should fight.
Pointing my finger to UserZero I say:
"How about a fight, native?"
Hezetor join Anti-Zero.
Wow, we've got a lot of people
2/5 for the first summon
2/25 for scale tipper numero uno
After presumably being sent flying/murderificated, George reappears a little later with a rather comical assortment of large weapons.
"OPEN FIRE!!!"
He levels an enormous gun at Userzero...
Which fails to fire.
The enormous shell within falls out of the tip of the gun and lands on the ground.
"aww..."
And then an enormous rubber duck descends from the sky, bounces off of George (Squishing him) and careening towards UserZero at extremely high speeds.
All attempts to deflect it fail, as it seems to be immune to all attacks, they just bounce right off. All attempts to dodge don't work, it's a homing duck, and there's no time to think of an alternative because by the time she's thought of something to do other than the obvious answers which didn't work, she's already been flattened.
DTG Co Labs
Nope, sorry guys, no Destroy the Godmodder relevant stuff here...
At least, not yet.
I look over the general field, a bright look deep within my eyes. Slowly, the lids droop downwards, obscuring them in mere instants. When they open once more, they appear unnaturally dull, almost clouded. They seem to hold the secrets of hidden knowledge, of eldritch secrets and long-lost mysteries embedded beneath a layer of personality.
Within seconds, the look has vanished. I can assure you with absolute certainty that its effects have not. The sudden ingress and egress of some elder sensation has had a profound impact upon my inspiration, in a mainly negative manner. Given my previous experiences with such inspiration, it will be splendiferous, for me.
I flick my hand somewhat, and my arm begins to exude some sort of twisted aura, a swirling and viscous-appearing mass of almost-dripping gray energy. The space around the aura appears to lurch inwards, dragging any sorts of gases in the general area within the pulsating energies. Moments later, the gray gives way to constantly-vacillating images, shifting fluidly and a sharpness akin to physically being present in the area presented. First, a war-torn battlefield, then various murder scenes and manslaughter cases, and then graveyards.
The constantly shifting images flash past what appears to be a squamous, tentacular form of a size too vast to comprehend (for to comprehend its form is to embrace madness), which opens a piercing eye just before the image changes once more, this time to a… pool table. Strangely, the image does not shift further. Not exactly what I expected. Alas, the fallacy of probability. The ticking of a grandfather clock becomes evident just as I release the energies of the aura.
The aura vanishes, calling forth absolutely nothing. I wait. The clock ticks thrice, though I appear to pay more attention to each tock betwixt. Reality appears to fold away at the seams from my perspective, as I disappear from the vision of all upon the server. I examine my surroundings, noting that I am in a green room (likely owned by a certain white host), extravagantly decorated, with a pool table in the center. I pick up a cue, examining the balls set upon the table.
The cueball is quite normal, as is the eight ball. However, all else seems altered. There are a variety of other balls, though they are not of particular importance, save two. One, marked with a Ω, the other with a much larger Ω. Both are coated with carefully-drawn flowing Tengwar, both vastly differing messages. Immediately deducing what is required of me.
As such, I use the cue to strike the cueball, comme d'habitude. However, as the cueball streaks towards the triangle of set balls, I toss the cue aside. There is a flash of metal, along with a spoken word, and blood drips to the floor, narrowly missing the felt of the table. The balls at the table all begin to lurch about mechanically. The red omega is the only one to get pocketed. I stab the cue through it with a shatter, and walk off.
Elsewhere, UserZero suffers a horrendous physical and mental ailment that feels somewhat akin to being drained of all blood, and shattered to pieces only moments after. I reappear upon the place of battle, hand bandaged and somewhat bloodstained. If nothing else, this shall provide a veritable opening.
(+1 to Twin; +1 to Serpent)
Furtive Knowledge: 5/20 (+2 from Twin and +1 from Serpent) IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
I set several land mines throughout the field and set them to detonate on appearance of Pro Zero entities. I set up fake treasure chests on top of the land mines to bait the imminent PZ forces onto them.
1/5 Golden Deer
2/25 Queen Ant.
+ 1 to Cobalt and Cryptic.
"Damn it, Anna! Where are you?!" *sigh*
I'm out of my mind. Please leave a message.
"The sun never sets on those who ride into it." - The Narrator
2/10 Starters 1
2/10 Starters 2
+2 engie
___
Lot of Neutrals here, that's good news for us.
Mercury sends out Goodra, and has it use Protect on Uzi.
(Pardon my formatting. I'm an immigrant from the TV Tropes games. I'll figure out the syntax later.)
I walk into this digital world from a door that appeared out of nowhere, and disappears as quickly as it appeared. I speak into my headset.
Dr. Splitson, I've made it to this world. You say that this is in the past relative to the other worlds I've been in?
That is correct. I wish I could tell you more about the events, but this point in the timeline is highly volatile. Many things could have happened in the future and not yet verified the timeline. For now, despite the inevitable results of such an event, Richard's success is the most important thing for the sake of the timeline. I'll sign off so you can begin your mission.
I look in the bag I brought with me. Inside is my all-purpose scanner, though at the present, it is not working as it should. It should work once the world's rules for items are stabilized.
I approach Richard and introduce myself as Dr. Shiny. I inquire about his history with UserZero. As I do that, I cast a Reflect spell to defend myself from incoming attacks.
Kanohi Hau Nuva: 1/25
Skarmory: 1/25
DTG0 Inventory: Radiant Sights, Spellweaver, Thunderstruck, Kanohi Hau Nuva
Mask work: Coming Soon!
BIONICLE Antics
I think there are a few things I need to clarify, but the most noteworthy is that people really haven’t read the rules, it seems, because if you did, you’d notice that the Charge Cap is currently 25 for this round and the next six. Those charges above 50 are currently illegal. I’ll ignore it for this post, but if that isn’t corrected by the next post those charges will become null and progress will be lost…Which shouldn’t be a big deal.
Also, for the record: Early morning updates are unlikely in the future. This is kind of experimental.
UserZero pulls out her own large balloon animal! It’s a shark! With frickin’ laser beams! The shark balloon animal eats your giraffe balloon animal!
Welcome Talist!
Intro post sans attack count: 1. Welcome Twinbuilder!
UserZero counters with a model of the Eifel Tower, splitting the model Sears tower in half!
UserZero sees the D4 and flicks it back. It’s just a lousy D4. The roll is completely irrelevant as the D4 is a completely normal D4 with no majjyks attached, but the result is a 3.
You proceed to have your punch met with a…Fistbump. There is just enough time for you to wonder awkwardly what is going on before you’re sent rocketing backwards into a random chest from the sheer force of Uzi’s fist. The chest is totally empty as a final insult to injury.
Meanwhile, the two figures are suddenly interrupted by a giant holographic scale, which is facing towards the college professor guy. The duo recognize it as the Narrative-mandated OP Scale, keeping overpowered things in line. Without much further warning, the Professor of the duo is suddenly dragged into a Void portal that appeared right behind him. Both the scale and portal vanish without a trace, and without anyone acknowledging it happening except the college professor guy and his associate.
((OOC mode: Piono I am not allowing the Author to go five inches near this server, even if this is somehow before he became an ultrapowered entity. I don’t know about the Oracle of the Void enough, but you’ve continuously said the Author is worse than the OP King, so that’s that.))
Intro post sans attack counter: 2. Welcome, CobaltShade!
Intro post sans attack counter: 3. Welcome, engie_ninja!
Uzi smirks at the first guy to side with her! And without any prompting whatsoever! She hands you a +2.
Richard accepts your handshake, and then immediately throws you at your Altaria’s Moonblast as you command it. The resulting knockback sends you flying.
Godmodder477:…Uh, did anyone hear what he just said? Something about jobs? Being chosen?
Godmodder477: Whatever that was about, consider your job offer declined, punk.
Uzi smirk widens as you smash into her side of the field.
Uzi ignores your tricks, and thus you never get around to punching her. Maybe she’s ignoring something else, though?
Slime summoned! The first summon of the game!
UserZero applies glue remover to her hands and frees herself of the Pencil of Doom. What, this isn’t rocket science.
Welcome, ProofofconcepT!
The Splash Potion connects! However, since it’s pure nothingness, it means the potion has no effect whatsoever! Nothing happens!
Welcome Nimbleguy!
Why did I quote this.
Richard gives you a serious glare as he catches the thunderbolt in his hand, somehow. The energy rests there for a minute.
Godmodder477: There are literally tons of Yggdrasil. One for each and every Minecraft world ever.
Godmodder477: Considering you claim to be Herobrine of all things you ought to know that yourself already.
Godmodder477: Why you would want the Yggdrasil in one of the most heavily guarded and modded servers in existence, one that you’d basically have to raze and annihilate to even get at, is beyond me.
Godmodder477: Clearly you know something about it I don’t, or are going in a bout of blatant lying. Or both.
Richard levies a sword at your neck with the same hand he caught the bolt of lightning in. It appears to be a plain Diamond sword, but it shines with an…Extreme aura about it. The lightning crackles menacingly around the blade-it appears to be crit boosted!
Godmodder477: Punk, you better tell me what-what.
You hear breathing behind your neck. Very loud, exaggerated breathing, going right down your neck. You don’t turn around. You practically already know.
UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree.
UserZero: i don’t care if you’re basically the mc devil.
UserZero: i don’t even think you are the mc devil.
UserZero: doesn’t matter.
UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree.
UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree.
UserZero: you are not getting to the big tree.
UserZero: you are going to become a nice little corpse for my little collection.
She opens her mouth and literally licks the back of your neck.
UserZero: oh. oh. oh, you taste so good.
Mercifully, she does nothing more and returns to her side of the field.
Welcome, ManiacMasteR!
UserZero tastes and smells horrible to animals and fish! The swordsfish are easily dispatched alone! As for the rest, well, she isn’t picky about much.
UserZero: tasty fish omn nom nom nom!
Welcome, TT2000!
You create a Sandstorm! It will last for 3 turns. However, its effects shrink it down to 20% chance, as it’s spread over a wide area!
Welcome, TakenForGranite!
UserZero takes the opportunity to bathe with glee! To a godmodder of her caliber, there is no such thing as a bath too hot for her to handle!
Welcome, MegaMinEr69!
UserZero’s invisible armor takes the hit! It has blast resistance -1, so the explosions are harmless!
Welcome, Bomber57!
What’s an Origin Wand? Sounds like something that doesn’t really exist yet.
Welcome, Netpatham!
UserZero pulls out a shield made of ballistic gel! The bullets all stop short of her!
Welcome, Irecreeper!
Hellowz, kidpen! Welcome to Destroy the Godmodder 0rigins! Those numbers are charges. If you’re confused, I’d read the rules a bit, but basically the numbers are the amount of posts it takes to make a super-powerful action instead of a standard one-shot action once the count is full. If you’re confused, don’t worry about it too much and just watch it in action a bit, the game is just starting!
Why did I quote this.
She decides to get hit by it, because of the -1 Blast Protection on her invisible armor makes it a cakewalk to tank it!
Welcome, The_Serpent!
IN case you have a post that doesn’t have an action pertaining to actually playing the game in it, it’s polite to include /null so I don’t quote it in the EoTB and such, which makes my job a bit easier. Please and thank you.
Why did I quote this. (I mean it’s true but why is it not null? Or did I miss something?)
UberZero? Who’s that? There’s UserZero over there, but I see no UberZero.
You fail to summon Chuck Norris, for how can you summon Chuck Norris when he is already here?! He’s dueling the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret, as usual! It appears that Richard’s had it for a longer while than you anticipated. It begs the question of who summoned Chuck Norris if it wasn’t you.
Richard proceeds to match your speed to block the Relavitistic strike and then just catches the bullet with his pinkies!
UserZero happily eats the Poisonous Pufferfish soup! After all, Poisons aren’t delicious, so it must have been carefully prepared and poison free! She tips you for your tasty dish. +1.
Welcome, The_Topazian!
UserZero safely catches Crusher, dealing no damage to either of them.
UserZero: hey wait what about a weath ray?
UserZero rummages through her pockets…
Before you can attack Netpatham in what would have been sure to devolve into an impossible-to-solve counter-godmodding spree on both of your parts, UserZero steps between you and him.
UserZero: which godmodder?
UserZero: best be keeping our allegiances straight, eh?
UserZero: also, what’s that about a weath ray? it sounds like its your work…no, it is your work, i can tell! today is your lucky day, for you see…
She proceeds to, against all conceivable odds, pull it out a Portable Weath Ray…Hey waitaminute that thing didn’t even exist yet and-
UserZero: NO QUESTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS!
UserZero: but it is authentic, yes, see, stare at it. Look at it, behold it, marvel at the contours and edges, yes. this is yours, is it not? you recognize it, i see it within your soul. this is it! a portable weath ray, yes. its even labeled such.
UserZero: i smell the stench of you on it even. I press my voxel-crafted nose to it and sniff the sweet tetronimoes of hard, wondrous effort and skill.
UserZero: it smells so sweaty, so lovely, you poured love into this did you not? yes, yes I can tell.
UserZero: sadly the battery life is as poor as a hobo and I already tried that on a weak alpha. even that joke could knit himself together in a few seconds with no harm done after it was all over with, so you’re probably dealing with a whole new breed of wimp if they can’t godmod their way out of this.
UserZero:…but you do still want it don’t you.
UserZero: its yours if you join me.
She then looks at the rest of you…Oddly. Can’t really describe it well.
UserZero: not my problem the rest of you n00bs can’t keep yourselves in line, after all!
What’s a BT?...You know what, executive decision, that’s a Bacon Lettuce Tomato Sandwich, hold the Lettuce. But what kind of Bacon Tomato sandwich is a Teleslash, and what even is a Teleslash? I don’t even know nor care, this is your third post out of two and null anyways, and UserZero stopped the fight before it started with her offer.
Why did I quote this.
UserZero kicks you both square in the crotches, and then tank the exploding tin cans by way of -1 Blast Protection enchantments. What were you thinking, that she’d just let you have a clear shot at the big tree?
Who is this mysterious UberZero fellow?
Welcome, CubicCentimeter! Unfortunately, the Alchemiter/Artifact system debate is still ongoing (though strongly favoring Alchemies). Until the polls are closed and the official decision made, no Alchemies can be made!
Your completely uninteresting stick fails to catch her attention until it becomes an interesting stick! It becomes an interesting stick by doing 2 damage to UserZero, and sending her back…Like wow, 100 blocks! Everyone rushes up automatically to meet the new distance! First blood!
The Curse of Repetetiveness™ reacts: UserZero is now immune to being damaged by throwing sticks at her!
Richard responds with a tone of voice that implies that he really doesn’t like his odds.
Godmodder477: No-one’s defeated UserZero before. She can’t be undefeatable, it’s just that no-one’s done it before. I don’t have a concrete plan, but I KNOW I can…I have to win this!
Godmodder477: I was hoping to be the first by a surprise attack but she…Well she was prepared for me.
Godmodder477: All I know is Chuck Norris is out of the picture, so there’s something.
He briefly turns to a distance away, where Chuck Norris was doing his eternal dance against the Anti-Chuck Norris Turret-the latter being a massive totem pole of the most sophisticated weapon systems you could think of. A turret, the strongest weapon of any godmodders arsenal, but only capable of targeting one specific thing for all of their incredible firepower.
You could see it in the eyes of the legendary warrior, even as a hail of a vast array of projectiles cut off contact for more than split seconds. Chuck Norris was gunning for Richard.
Godmodder477:…In any case, I can’t think of a way out of this-UserZero’s not letting slip any way of leaving. Not like I would leave.
Godmodder477: All I know is that big tree in the distance-Yggdrasil-she’s got something going on over there.
Godmodder477: No clue what it is she’s doing over there. I can take a crack at it but all my guesses don’t feel right…
Godmodder477:…But we have to get there! That’s all I have! We’re already making some progress, she got hurt just now!
He then pauses for a split-second, as if to suddenly recall something.
Godmodder477: Oh, and before you think this is me being buddy-buddy with you.
Godmodder477: Don’t think of this as me being your friend or anything of the sort. You people would turn on me in a heartbeat if this situation didn’t call for it.
Godmodder477: And I can say the same of myself to you if the dice fall that way. You can call me familiar all you want.
Godmodder477: UserZero, though…She’s dangerous. And also kind of, you know, stark raving mad.
UserZero: I AM STILL HERE, YOU KNOW!!
UserZero: I HAVE THESE FANTASTIC ORGANS KNOWN AS EARS!!
UserZero: YOU REALLY MUST TRY THEM, TUBA BOY!!
UserZero: MAYBE YOU CAN HEAR THE FAT LADY SING!!
UserZero pulls out dual Uzis and immediately shoots down all of the mini-Richards before they can fire a shot.
UserZero refuses to respond to your comment. The Blue Shell flies up…And flies away, very very far away. It appears that apparently its found something more important to blow up, for some reason. Where is it going? No-one knows! It’ll probably turn up again at some extremely inconvenient time.
Uzi has boots on! Your poison spills out quite a distance, however. The Terrain is now Contaminated Plains! -5% HP per turn to all entities on the ground without proper footwear!
Panda summoned! The Panda eats the Bamboo stalk, and in a shocking twist, undergoes a radical transformation! It becomes…It is……My goodness, IT IS-
…
A slightly fatter Panda. As the default faction is AG, the Panda is the first Anti-Godmodder entity!
Welcome, TheDrivingLlama!
Intro posts sans attack: 4. Welcome, 5l1n65h07!
Intro posts sans attack: 6. Welcome, PitTheAngel!
UserZero pulls out an Umbrella which she doesn’t need, as the raging Sandstorm sweeps up the fragments and sends them completely off course! Fortunately, nothing comes of it.
Welcome, FeatheredDragon! I’ll hopefully keep track of it on my own, but a supplementary list is always nice. This, of course, assumes Alchemies are chosen, though it’s increasingly obvious that the majority is favoring Alchemies…
Everyone present points out that Obama already got into office, three years ago even! Everyone writes down a bit about the San Fransico Giants winning three times, just in case…Except UserZero, who seems dreadfully unconcerned and oblivious to your statements about the future. She does react to your question, however.
UserZero: do you know who psi is?
UserZero: that’ll answer your question one way, easy!
UserZero: as for the other interpretation, hehehe!
UserZero: do you think i would tell you that, honestly?
UserZero: how i got these skills is not to be known.
UserZero: then again, you seem so knowledgeable. why don’t you already know?
UserZero: Oh, right. obama is in office right now, so clearly you didn’t realize the election was over, like, years ago…and that’s just one hole in your logic.
UserZero just grabs the projectile out of the air!
Why did I quote this. It has no battlefield actions on it.
UserZero shoots an incredible, a-grade death glare at the Clockwork Contrivance as it starts sucking her in. It explodes well before it can do damage.
In order for your post to be counted as focused, there can only be one post. Advancing your charges in another counts as a second post! I am a bit stingy about this but I need to set some hard rules.
UserZero: The Local Pie-Eating Contest hasn’t existed since that guy’s stomach exploded from eating too much pie! It was hilarious!
UserZero: Groundhogs beat Gophers, and bigger is better, so Bigger Groundhogs!
UserZero: The cake is a lie!
UserZero: Twenty is two sets of ten in base ten, ten sets of two in base five, four sets of five in base five, five sets of four in base four, and one below the age of legal drinking in the USA!
To UserZero, you’re all n00bs! The 50 donation Spambots are summoned, and promptly mind controlled to Uzi’s side! Hey, had to happen eventually! They can’t deal damage but they can annoy people into not attacking!
Welcome, Battlefury13!
UserZero turns out to be a snowball-lobbing inter-universal champion and easily dispatches the gnomes…Partially because there’s no snow and she can just kick them into low orbit instead.
Intro posts sans attack: 6. Welcome, K4yne!
UserZero gestures to the fight already ongoing this minute!
UserZero allows herself to get squished flat, it seems! The Rubber Duck from nowhere seems to have worked perfectly! Everyone pauses with apprehension. It can’t be…But she’s not getting out of there! It looks like that the random rubber duck from out of nowhere did the trick!
GODMODDER DESTR-waitaminute.
From under the Rubber Duck, slowly and steadily, comes this odd ooze, the color of light skin, orange hair, and blood, sliding up the Rubber Duck. It gathers itself into a sizable blob right in front of the rubber duck before reforming, right in front of you, into UserZero, completely unharmed (minus the damage taken from the stick), and wearing a ridiculously huge grin. She also apparently changed her clothes into…Rubber duck pajamas? Uh.
Godmodder477: Yeah…
Godmodder477: I still don’t get how that works at all, or how she does it, or if that’s even a Godmodding technique at all…But she does it.
Godmodder477: You get used to it.
UserZero pokes the duck, and it vanishes into the ether, probably to come back later as a nasty surprise.
The Hex code FF0000 is not in fact the hex code of UserZero’s Text color, thus your attack fails without UserZero needing to do anything at all, as you got the wrong color!
You make a trap! It’ll be activated during the EoTB. Or diffused during the EoTB. You can never be sure.
You can’t use Protect on others, it only works on yourself!
Godmodder477: I don't want to talk about it.
Richard's tone does not imply he's going to give you the details anytime soon.
You're invincible (well, for now anyways). Your Reflect isn't all that useful right now.
Welcome, Doctor Shiny! Your syntax is OK, I don't see any issues.
Terrain: Contaminated Plains (-5% HP per turn to any grounded and non-protected units.)
Weather: Sandstorm (-20% Accuracy) [|||]
[AZ] Slightly Fatter Panda: 9,500/10,000 HP.
[N] Slime: 15,000/15,000 HP.
[PZ] Donation Spambots: 350/350 HP x 36, 275/350 HP x 1
[AZ-γ] Godmodder477: 50/50 HP
[GM] UserZero: 148/150 HP
Distance to Yggdrasil: 4900
Engaging Magic_System...
...
.Observer//ERROR!
A large, cubical area of the environment dissolves into static.
The static covers the entire space so densely that nothing can be seen of the space it replaced, but it occasionally flickers to show a vast, dark city. The city is lit by lamps containing glass bowls of glowing liquid topped oddly-colored flames, a sea of glinting crystal sand is visible in the distance.
An entity from the city walks outside the static-filled area during one of it's periods of visibility.
That figure is wearing a long, black coat, with a pair of white, triangular points extend from the top of the hood.
>mythicZoologist has joined the game.
MZ: At least the refinement worked
MZ: I can already feel the difference...
MZ: Heh-
MZ: Heh-heh-
MZ: Heh-heh-heh-
MZ: Ah-
MZ: But Dusk still has the Zero-Model.
MZ: And I still have some work to do before I can go home.
The figure then looks around.
MZ: I haven't been here in a while...
MZ: Or is it that I won't be here for a while?
MZ: This is why I hate working with time mages.
I motion to anyone who might seem relevant.
MZ: Mind filling me in on what's happening this time?
While I wait for an answer, I reshape a piece of the gate's static into a large, shadowy bird.
Weapon 1/??
Creature 1/??
+1 Twin
+1 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~
I immediately begin to mock User0 over being damaged by a stick. A freaking stick! Seriously.
UserZero(?): I'm such a terrible Godmodder that even though I have more health than Richard even in his prime, and was prepared enough to trap him on my own server, I got damaged by a freaking stick that wasn't even intended to damage me! A freaking stick! Seriously, I suck at this.
Golem: Actually, I guess it's not like Richard's first damage wasn't as characteristically lame. I mean he just got banned. That's like. The lamest thing ever. You'd think that he'd at least invest in some form of ban prevention. Well, beyond relying on the absence of anyone who could ban him.
Golem: Whoops, dodge the axe.
Golem: And even then it's interesting that that somehow dealt damage to him. I mean, banning damages people? That's kind of silly. Though obviously no more than other sources of damage.
3*4 = 12, so I toss a d12 at UserZero.
3/25 Terrible Tastes
1/25 The Myth, The Misspelling, The Legend
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