~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 9/50 (+1 from Hezetor)
DOSH 7/25
Who gives a damn about paradoxes anyway? 25/50 (+1 from mega)
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Crystal +1 to Pricey
~Toast reaches into her pocket and pulls out an ordinary frying pan.
But there's a catch- A twist. It's not an ordinary frying pan. You just got caught. In a particularly nasty twist. A twist of mine. Yes.
For this frying pan has several properties. The first being that it will instantly win you a shotput contest, provided you make a healthy and wholesome meal with it beforehand. This has been proven as true, because it happened on two seperate occassions. The second is that any male that comes within contact with it will instantly grow a beard, assuming they have one already. More rarely, women with beards already will grow one. However, this hasn't been tested due to the absurdly small amount of women with beards.
~Toast bangs the frying pan of questionable significance against a gong that happens to be next to her for some reason, and it's true significance is revealed.
"Baaa."
You immediately look to upward and see a swarm of sheep, more or less noclipping through the sky. Selena points out that swarm is the wrong plural for sheep. That was just another one of my twists. How ironic. That I put a twist on this spot. Where there have never been twists before. Page 206 of DTG: 0rigins. Post #whoevencares.
It is so delicous. This irony.
The truth is. That this twist has been been twisted again. A twisted twist. A double twist. If you will. This the last twist.
For swarm is the correct term for this group of creatures that have been mysteriously undefined in this sentence, not flock.
...
This can mean only one thing:
*deepbreath.mp3*
THOSE.
AREN'T.
REAL.
SHEEP.
The swarm collectively bleats in an ironic and sheepish fashion. This is the twistiest twist. Yes. I lied about my last twist. Being the last twist. For there is a twist inside a twisted twist. For they are not bleating. They are barking. Wait. No! They are not barking! They are bacon!
The sheep disappear for half a second, then are replaced by their true forms. Bacon now sits where the sheep did, standing in golden/white chariots. They sizzle angrily, astonished that Selena saw through their cunning diguise. One of them *somehow* blows a horn so tiny it's probably one of those free gifts you get from cereal packets sometime. In fact it is. Generally in these scenarios probably means yes, it is.
Since it's a cereal box gift, it makes little to no noise. Nevertheless, beyond the horizon you see black dots beginning to appear in front of the sun, like pepper on a fried egg. As they get closer, you see them. Hundreds and thousands of...
Wait, no. They are just hundreds and thousands, in the millions in number. Lead by a command of 3 giant pieces of toast (not to be confused with ^Toast, Toast, ~Toast or *Toast), they fly straight towards Selena.
Selena is impaled on the first piece of toast, which happens to be buttered. The hundreds and thousands and millions of hundreds and thousands follow suit, sticking themselves to the buttered bread. This repeats for each piece of toast, until we end up with a Selena-Triple-Decker-Millions-Of-Hundreds-And-Thousands-Fairy-Toast-Sandwich. Delicious.
One thing people don't realise is how flammable hundreds and thousands are. The Emperor of Bacon sizzles slightly, and gives the order. Hundreds and thousands and millions of flaming frying pans fall from the sky and land on the Selena-Triple-Decker-Millions-Of-Hundreds-And-Thousands-Fairy-Toast-Sandwich. The collateral damage would be a necessary sacrifice.
The Selena-Triple-Decker-Millions-Of-Hundreds-And-Thousands-Fairy-Toast-Sandwich catches alight, and burns to a crisp. Even if she had a beard, she doesn't have one any more. A couple of frying pan scientists sigh inwardly and leave. There's nothing to see here.
[I swear I only realised the flaming toast thing afterwards. This was supposed to be an attack about bacon chariots riding out from the sunset to immolate the world. Disguised as sheep.]
~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 7/50 (+1 from Hezetor, +1 from Pricey)
DOSH 6/25
Who gives a damn about paradoxes anyway? 23/50
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Revan +1 to Pricey
I'm not gonna bother with my inventory. It's really annoying to copy it over on mobile. If I need it I can just go hunt it down.
~Toast teleport's the game's construct of the sun to be sort of above Earth (since ~Toast is adamant that the world is flat, she believes that really shouldn't change anything). Aproximately 50 random moms suddenly appear from nowhere, (but not just any nowhere, but a rather specific nowhere that is somewhere sorta belowish Earth) staring each other down. They seem to be holding plastic containers for some reason.
"IT'S HIGH NOON," some random guy says, as if it wasn't obvious.
The moms glare at each other as they begin to form a circle, and raise their plastic containers to their hips.
One of them speaks up.
"Seems like we got ourselves a Tupperware™ showdown."
The moms place themselves in front of earth.
"DRAW."
One mom brings out her container, lightning fast.
"Mah Tupperware™ can hold 4 sandwiches."
The second brings out her container, a second too slow. Still, a superior gleam can be seen in her eyes.
"My Tupperware™ can hold 6."
The third, the one that had said "DRAW!", speaks.
"My Tupperware™ has two sections."
Many of the moms gasp with shock, but a few of them have tricks up their sleeves.BUT THEY WON'T GET TO SHOW THEM OFF IF THESE PEOPLE KEEP ATTACKING THE EARTH.
The Tupperware™ Defence summoned.
The moms, through the power of Tupperware™, begin taking attacks out of the sky so they can have a damn showdown. They will continue to do so, until someone either trumps them all in the Tupperware™ showdown, or manages to DIRECTLY kill them.
~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 5/50
DOSH 6/25
Who gives a damn about paradoxes anyway? 22/50 (+16 from Bank amount)
+16 in reserve (pricey, revan, megaminer)
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Revan +1 to Pricey
~Toast makes a call. Random localised time anomalies can wait.
~T: So...I hear you got roads.
~T: Yep.
~T: Okay.
~T: Alright.
~T: No.
~T: Er... No.
~T: I see.
~T: Go on.
~T: Yeah.
~T: Sure.
~T: Bring them in, I guess.
Now that important phone calls are over, ~Toast can do important things like... I don't know, pillage? Who even knows what this gal is up to these days?
Suddenly, a bunch of builders descend from the sky, and begin mass-building roads on Earth. They chuck up an absolutely massive DETOUR sign, directing attacks towards the closest other celestial body, which happens to be a rather large asteroid.
~Inventory~
Spoiler (click to hide)
Eye of Nagakaborous (Level 6)
The Chain Warden (Level 9)
Gangplank's Caliber (Level 4)
Destiny (Level 10)
Sodarayg (Level 10)
Source of Confusion (Level 10)
The Scrapper's Armory (Level 10)
Wildfire (Level 10)
~
Red - Level 1 - 41'000/50'000
Blue - Level 1 - 0/50'000
Yellow - Level 1 - 0/50'000
x4'000 on single digit taking entities.
As I said previously, I personally prefer mechanical complexity, but that can only go so far before the entity becomes overloaded.
In the other case, perhaps a nonspecific weakness may be assumed, rather than explicitly stated. Otherwise, people will simply avoid performing attacks that play into the entity's resistances. This way experimentation with attacks specifically targetting with what would assumedly be 'super effective' would be rewarded.
I don't know if this would be appropriate, but for some time I have been preparing a sidequest for the Terraria session based on Hand of Fate. It could be ported here without too much trouble. However, I am not particularly well-versed on the structure and nuances of sidequests. Does anyone have a link to a previous sidequest handy?
The Black is an impossibly OP guy that hates paradoxes. He is canonised by rolling a 1 on a paradox. And no, don't go saying "x can kill the Black because y, z." When he WASN'T TRYING and while non-canon, he could kill people instantly. He also is the reason why I stopped doing paradoxes so frequently on Toast (I mean, it was fun, but yeah; invulnerable instagibbing demons generally sway you from paradoxes).
So yeah.
@Piono, While on the topic, what will your stance on paradoxes be in the reboot?
I think FBSN (not to mention most of the others) has a point. I won't say much, since I had only personally read Crystal's attack.~
In any other circumstance, would a dirt block damage a godmodder? Other attacks were strictly more CREATIVE, rather than UNEXPECTED. Creativity was what was judged over unexpectedness.
That's all I have to say, Toast out.
~
Wait no, it's probably worth mentioning I'm making a DTG manual. A lot of people in 0 don't know that. Might be done if I have an incident/Steam free weekend.
Hi guys. I'm leaving for Melbourne for a few days, in a few days. Melbourne is a place that exists, and is in Australia. So I'll be gone from Sunday my time till Wednesday afternoon (wow, still my time). For any that I might have made commitments to, keep that in mind; I may or may not have access to internet and near definitely won't be able to post on MCF due to the appauling mobile compatibality.
This means that I could miss one or even two updates, depending on timing.
0
~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 12/50 (+1 from Hezetor and Pricey)
DOSH 8/25
Who gives a damn about paradoxes anyway? 26/50
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Tabbune +1 to Pricey
0
~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 9/50 (+1 from Hezetor)
DOSH 7/25
Who gives a damn about paradoxes anyway? 25/50 (+1 from mega)
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Crystal +1 to Pricey
~Toast reaches into her pocket and pulls out an ordinary frying pan.
But there's a catch- A twist. It's not an ordinary frying pan. You just got caught. In a particularly nasty twist. A twist of mine. Yes.
For this frying pan has several properties. The first being that it will instantly win you a shotput contest, provided you make a healthy and wholesome meal with it beforehand. This has been proven as true, because it happened on two seperate occassions. The second is that any male that comes within contact with it will instantly grow a beard, assuming they have one already. More rarely, women with beards already will grow one. However, this hasn't been tested due to the absurdly small amount of women with beards.
~Toast bangs the frying pan of questionable significance against a gong that happens to be next to her for some reason, and it's true significance is revealed.
"Baaa."
You immediately look to upward and see a swarm of sheep, more or less noclipping through the sky. Selena points out that swarm is the wrong plural for sheep. That was just another one of my twists. How ironic. That I put a twist on this spot. Where there have never been twists before. Page 206 of DTG: 0rigins. Post #whoevencares.
It is so delicous. This irony.
The truth is. That this twist has been been twisted again. A twisted twist. A double twist. If you will. This the last twist.
For swarm is the correct term for this group of creatures that have been mysteriously undefined in this sentence, not flock.
...
This can mean only one thing:
*deepbreath.mp3*
THOSE.
AREN'T.
REAL.
SHEEP.
The swarm collectively bleats in an ironic and sheepish fashion. This is the twistiest twist. Yes. I lied about my last twist. Being the last twist. For there is a twist inside a twisted twist. For they are not bleating. They are barking. Wait. No! They are not barking! They are bacon!
The sheep disappear for half a second, then are replaced by their true forms. Bacon now sits where the sheep did, standing in golden/white chariots. They sizzle angrily, astonished that Selena saw through their cunning diguise. One of them *somehow* blows a horn so tiny it's probably one of those free gifts you get from cereal packets sometime. In fact it is. Generally in these scenarios probably means yes, it is.
Since it's a cereal box gift, it makes little to no noise. Nevertheless, beyond the horizon you see black dots beginning to appear in front of the sun, like pepper on a fried egg. As they get closer, you see them. Hundreds and thousands of...
Wait, no. They are just hundreds and thousands, in the millions in number. Lead by a command of 3 giant pieces of toast (not to be confused with ^Toast, Toast, ~Toast or *Toast), they fly straight towards Selena.
Selena is impaled on the first piece of toast, which happens to be buttered. The hundreds and thousands and millions of hundreds and thousands follow suit, sticking themselves to the buttered bread. This repeats for each piece of toast, until we end up with a Selena-Triple-Decker-Millions-Of-Hundreds-And-Thousands-Fairy-Toast-Sandwich. Delicious.
One thing people don't realise is how flammable hundreds and thousands are. The Emperor of Bacon sizzles slightly, and gives the order. Hundreds and thousands and millions of flaming frying pans fall from the sky and land on the Selena-Triple-Decker-Millions-Of-Hundreds-And-Thousands-Fairy-Toast-Sandwich. The collateral damage would be a necessary sacrifice.
The Selena-Triple-Decker-Millions-Of-Hundreds-And-Thousands-Fairy-Toast-Sandwich catches alight, and burns to a crisp. Even if she had a beard, she doesn't have one any more. A couple of frying pan scientists sigh inwardly and leave. There's nothing to see here.
[I swear I only realised the flaming toast thing afterwards. This was supposed to be an attack about bacon chariots riding out from the sunset to immolate the world. Disguised as sheep.]
0
#Yes.HeIs.
0
Dang, Tazz. You are really on top of things.
~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 7/50 (+1 from Hezetor, +1 from Pricey)
DOSH 6/25
Who gives a damn about paradoxes anyway? 23/50
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Revan +1 to Pricey
I'm not gonna bother with my inventory. It's really annoying to copy it over on mobile. If I need it I can just go hunt it down.
~Toast teleport's the game's construct of the sun to be sort of above Earth (since ~Toast is adamant that the world is flat, she believes that really shouldn't change anything). Aproximately 50 random moms suddenly appear from nowhere, (but not just any nowhere, but a rather specific nowhere that is somewhere sorta belowish Earth) staring each other down. They seem to be holding plastic containers for some reason.
"IT'S HIGH NOON," some random guy says, as if it wasn't obvious.
The moms glare at each other as they begin to form a circle, and raise their plastic containers to their hips.
One of them speaks up.
"Seems like we got ourselves a Tupperware™ showdown."
The moms place themselves in front of earth.
"DRAW."
One mom brings out her container, lightning fast.
"Mah Tupperware™ can hold 4 sandwiches."
The second brings out her container, a second too slow. Still, a superior gleam can be seen in her eyes.
"My Tupperware™ can hold 6."
The third, the one that had said "DRAW!", speaks.
"My Tupperware™ has two sections."
Many of the moms gasp with shock, but a few of them have tricks up their sleeves.BUT THEY WON'T GET TO SHOW THEM OFF IF THESE PEOPLE KEEP ATTACKING THE EARTH.
The Tupperware™ Defence summoned.
The moms, through the power of Tupperware™, begin taking attacks out of the sky so they can have a damn showdown. They will continue to do so, until someone either trumps them all in the Tupperware™ showdown, or manages to DIRECTLY kill them.
0
~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 5/50
DOSH 6/25
Who gives a damn about paradoxes anyway? 22/50 (+16 from Bank amount)
+16 in reserve (pricey, revan, megaminer)
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Revan +1 to Pricey
~Toast makes a call. Random localised time anomalies can wait.
~T: So...I hear you got roads.
~T: Yep.
~T: Okay.
~T: Alright.
~T: No.
~T: Er... No.
~T: I see.
~T: Go on.
~T: Yeah.
~T: Sure.
~T: Bring them in, I guess.
Now that important phone calls are over, ~Toast can do important things like... I don't know, pillage? Who even knows what this gal is up to these days?
Suddenly, a bunch of builders descend from the sky, and begin mass-building roads on Earth. They chuck up an absolutely massive DETOUR sign, directing attacks towards the closest other celestial body, which happens to be a rather large asteroid.
~Inventory~
Spoiler (click to hide)
The Chain Warden (Level 9)
Gangplank's Caliber (Level 4)
Destiny (Level 10)
Sodarayg (Level 10)
Source of Confusion (Level 10)
The Scrapper's Armory (Level 10)
Wildfire (Level 10)
~
Red - Level 1 - 41'000/50'000
Blue - Level 1 - 0/50'000
Yellow - Level 1 - 0/50'000
x4'000 on single digit taking entities.
0
Well that means that ~Toast is her own ancestor. There ARE shenanigans at play, however.
0
/null 4 tazz
0
~Charges~
That's Pretty Boss. 5/50
DOSH 6/25
Who gave a damn about paradoxes anyway? 6/50
+11 in reserve (pricey, revan, megaminer)
~Alchemy~
-NOP-
1+ to Hezetor, +1 Talist +1 to Pricey
~Inventory~
The Chain Warden (Level 9)
Gangplank's Caliber (Level 4)
Destiny (Level 10)
Sodarayg (Level 10)
Source of Confusion (Level 10)
The Scrapper's Armory (Level 10)
Wildfire (Level 10)
~
Red - Level 1 - 41'000/50'000
Blue - Level 1 - 0/50'000
Yellow - Level 1 - 0/50'000
x4'000 on single digit taking entities.
~Action~
~Toast creates a localised time anomaly around the hearts of the Casino's patrons. But not the rest of their body.
0
As I said previously, I personally prefer mechanical complexity, but that can only go so far before the entity becomes overloaded.
In the other case, perhaps a nonspecific weakness may be assumed, rather than explicitly stated. Otherwise, people will simply avoid performing attacks that play into the entity's resistances. This way experimentation with attacks specifically targetting with what would assumedly be 'super effective' would be rewarded.
0
You could be N, which means you are unalligned to the other factions. So yeah, sorta.
0
I don't know if this would be appropriate, but for some time I have been preparing a sidequest for the Terraria session based on Hand of Fate. It could be ported here without too much trouble. However, I am not particularly well-versed on the structure and nuances of sidequests. Does anyone have a link to a previous sidequest handy?
0
The Black is an impossibly OP guy that hates paradoxes. He is canonised by rolling a 1 on a paradox. And no, don't go saying "x can kill the Black because y, z." When he WASN'T TRYING and while non-canon, he could kill people instantly. He also is the reason why I stopped doing paradoxes so frequently on Toast (I mean, it was fun, but yeah; invulnerable instagibbing demons generally sway you from paradoxes).
So yeah.
@Piono, While on the topic, what will your stance on paradoxes be in the reboot?
0
Channel your inner chi!
0
I think FBSN (not to mention most of the others) has a point. I won't say much, since I had only personally read Crystal's attack.~
In any other circumstance, would a dirt block damage a godmodder? Other attacks were strictly more CREATIVE, rather than UNEXPECTED. Creativity was what was judged over unexpectedness.
That's all I have to say, Toast out.
~
Wait no, it's probably worth mentioning I'm making a DTG manual. A lot of people in 0 don't know that. Might be done if I have an incident/Steam free weekend.
0
Hi guys. I'm leaving for Melbourne for a few days, in a few days. Melbourne is a place that exists, and is in Australia. So I'll be gone from Sunday my time till Wednesday afternoon (wow, still my time). For any that I might have made commitments to, keep that in mind; I may or may not have access to internet and near definitely won't be able to post on MCF due to the appauling mobile compatibality.
This means that I could miss one or even two updates, depending on timing.