"For the record Erelye, I have accounted for that. Or more precisely, the Council of Nine has accounted for that. They are working on a way to make whatever happens here the Alpha timeline or whatever you call it. Look, if time travel was going to cause paradox issues, it would have already. Note that someone already cured Richard's weakness to tubas, which since that nullifies a point of damage he took in the First Godmodding War, means he survives that war with 1 HP. If that didnt cause a paradox, then time travel wont cause any."
To create a show of force to aid in recruitment, I summon a ROFLCopter. Unfortunately, all this does is make everyone laugh at it! Not very good for recruitment at all! Luckily, I figure out how to win people back. I set up a pair of Ender Hooks on opposite sides of a flat section of the battlefield, link the ender pearls inside them to Richard and UserZero, then fire both Ender Hooks at each other. The result is that the Ender Pearls collide at high speed, smashing Richard and UserZero into each other, and inflicting damage not just from normal teleport damage from ender pearls (which happens to people that lack the endermancy to not be damaged by teleports like me), but also because they were teleported into each other, and at high speed too. In addition, it is highly likely one of them will recover first and capitalize on the opportunity to easily hit his opponent for high damage. If that fails, the ROFLCopter does stunts, distracting some entities.
Bomber simply scoffs at Crusher's offer. "Is this some kind of bribe? I have no interest in joining a team that is fated to fail. Though, I will accept your generous donation of a charge."
Bomber opens a spellbook unrelated to the strange blue tome, flipping through musty pages for a few minutes. He then stops and plants his finger on one page, titled "Forceful Projectile". It was a simple yet potent spell, firing a high-speed arcane missile that typically sent its target sprawling several meters away. Having the spell memorized, he then prepared to amplify it with his Gargoyle Staff. Reading a few words from the book in his mind and concentrating, white sparks began to bounce off of the orb of his staff. The sparks slowly grow larger and brighter, as a hot white ball begins to form just above the orb. The sparks that bounce off are now looping back into the growing orb, which starts letting out a piercing note as it gains energy.
The chord becomes almost unbearable, before suddenly a loud BWEEM is heard as the projectile fires. It shoots toward Transcendent Dora, striking her with a powerful impact that sends out a small shockwave through the air and a resulting boom. It probably upset some of the Zerg but, ah, they'll be fine. The sheer impact of the projectile had launched her very far away and would have dealt out a harsh blow. Bomber closes the tome, which turns an shadowy black and melts away in his hands.
Da Shootier Bolter || "Irongutta's Guyd to More Dakka! Vol. 3" = Da Shootiest Bolter (Level 5: 4/6)
Hey Bomber, I gave you the +1 to attempt to recruit you to the Anti-Godmodder team. You probably wont join anyways though, but thats why I gave you a random +1.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/7/2014
Posts:
72
Location:
The Mindscape
Minecraft:
Irecreeper
Member Details
=Turn One=
(32 / 50) A Deck of Cards (+2 from Hezetor)
+1 to FBSN
+1 to Pricey
=Action=
AG: You know, the devs from Blizzard?
AG: They hate cheating; there shouldn't even be a Queen out at this point in the Zerg Base.
I then show doggy the majesty of a movie called Dogcopter. doggy suddenly learns how to summon a propeller to their back, and gains Flight! I then attempt to find Transcendent Boots, because why not? (the monkey. you know, boots the monkey.)
i try redo my attack from last round, but this time, i put a popcorn machine of Infinity-Popcorn behind WeegeeWearrrr, this time using superglue to be sure. i then backstab WeegeeWearrr with the Topaz Frying Pan (Hey, the spy can do it with the golden version, and this version has the golden version inside), then set him on fire with the Backburner. i do all this after UserZero has fired her Beam O doom, to as avoid damaging the popcorn machine.
Useful Summon of Doom 3/25
A somewhat useful summon: 12/20
2+ to whoever will take my trashy 2+
The Popcorn Machine is instantly destroyed by the Anti-Popcorn Turret as it's in your hands. You are shredded while WeegeeWeArrrr is JUST out of range.
I point out to Transcendent Dora that if her mouth is a black hole, she would be sucked up into herself. Shocked by the logic of the statement, Transcendent Dora gets electrified and paralyzed!
Potato kick-stater salad(a potato made of salad kick-starter.)5/25(or 7 if the helping effect works)
Then I end combining the two books: Tome of enhancing && Book of summoning -> The support magic book 3/3
after that I create a health Buffer(level 0 alchemy healing the targets on which it is used and when you fully heal one entity you can decide to temporarily loose the healing effect of this alchemy to increase the max life of this entity for the duration of the loss of healing power)
And I combine the Health buffer and the Ruler of fabrication:Health buffer && Ruler of fabrication 1/?(second alchemitter action)
After all that I ask the wisp his rules.(because I do not know the rules of the summon and I do not see his life time bar and following the rules of my alchemy it would mean that I would never be able to create a new summon if this summon does not have a limited life time)
He does not answers because he is not in my side
I find myself unable to guess and so I decide I will rather try to see what can do my tome of support by attempting to use it to buff an ally or something else of this kind.
After that discussion I ask the captain if he believes he is a super hero like captain America or captain Planet are and what he wants to do on its own.
Health Buffer && Ruler of Fabrication = The Reinforcement (Level 1: 2/2)
the Wisp is so low HP that it doesn't have a life time bar. Like, seriously, 5,000 HP. You could instant summon one WITHOUT a book and it would have more HP even if it wasn't brainwashed and thus buffed. A strong breeze could kill it.
You randomly buff the Wisp with a defense buff so it will NOT die to a breeze.
I charge into the battlefield with a fully charge Quick-Fix! I quickly pop ueber and heal up any damage that the Anti-Zero side might have taken like crazy! When the Uebercharge subsides, then I throw the Quick-Fix into the chasm and arm myself with the Phaserifle.
UNDER HEAVEN DESTRUCTION: 50/50 (+1 from UserZero)
Best Pun Ever: 13/50 (+1 from UserZero)
+2 to Fseftr
Walker laughs upon realizing that his 50 post charge is complete... the power available at his disposal reminds him of his Unlimited form for a few seconds, then he shrugs off the thought. No. A mere 50 post charge couldn't possibly compare. He has to focus on the task at hand... getting rid of those pesky Grim Patrons and their 600000+ total health. The clouds of the skies above begin to swirl, then are forced away as a series of ominous lights appear in the sky. The ominous lights begin to rapidly descend, sharpening into points, then embed themselves repeatedly into the ground. Upon closer inspection, those are actually hard-light illusions of swords... and big ones, too. Ones which put even such mighty blades as the Buster Sword to shame. The illusions begin to glow, gathering around Walker, who at the center of it all, is concentrating the power of the attack directly onto himself. A hurricane sparks up, the power behind it ripping up the nearby dirt blocks and shredding them, as well as scarring the stones beneath. With the winds picking up, the swords slashing apart the very land, Walker calmly strolls towards the Grim Patrons, who even in their large numbers, begin to feel fear... and rightly so. The winds pick each of them up individually and toss them straight into the heart of the maelstrom, where Walker waits, sword in hand. With lightning speed, he dashes around using the power of the winds, severing the leg tendons of each of the Grim Patrons in turn, preventing them from crawling, let alone running. Besides, if they had tried running, the swords and the winds would tear them apart from their eyes to their toes. As it is, they are forced to remain where they are, awaiting their horrible fate. A few seconds later, doggy finds itself being dragged in too. Walker raises his sword to the sky, eyes flashing a pure Crimson, and gives an echoing roar as the skies themselves are torn asunder, cracks marring the one pristine air. In the center of the mess, the object responsible, a gargantuan facsimile of the very sword Walker is holding, slowly turns and aims itself at doggy and the Grim Patrons, before rocketing downwards, blade impaling the earth straight down to the bedrock... and even a short distance through it. Cracks appear in the ground that mirror those of the sky, as the void beneath the land of Minecraft is exposed, allowing the powerful energies gathered in the skies to rush in. On the way past, they tear the land into shreds, literally destroying everything under the heavens within the mighty tornado. With nothing to support it, even the bedrock succumbing to the sheer powers at work in this mighty and glorious attack, the land within the tornado is forced to fall straight into the void, disappearing as soon as it enters, obliterated by the eldritch contents of the dark dimension. Unfortunately for the Grim Patrons and doggy, that land happens to be the very thing they are standing on, meaning they too fall into the void, and are destroyed, as all the other things have been. Slowly, surely, the winds begin to disperse after their deaths, revealing the huge landmass that has just vanished into nothingness... and Walker, the one responsible for it, climbing up the side of the site where UNDER HEAVEN DESTRUCTION took place. He drags himself up to stand near the hole into the void, then decides to back away before a vengeful player or two might consider pushing him in, heading over to stand by UserZero's side.
"HEH. THAT WAS FUN."
doggy plants himself into the ground too hard to get sucked into the mayhem, which is actually good as this means the Grim Patrons are about to git gud. Sadly, though they really do get good, only 13 of them die...The rest, however, take 5,000 damage, making them MUCH softer in total! Demoralized, the Grim Patrons try to psyche themselves up to go another round, some still too drunk to care, and are about to drink a round of beer...
In that case, I force the Grim Patrons to go without beer for 999 days. In a time-bubble prison, where they and only they sense time passing. Time-bubble prisons are proven impossible to escape, because it's literally just an invincible bubble, designed ESPECIALLY to be immune to axes.
...When this happens. The Grim Patrons immediately commit suicide.
By Jaraxxus.
No, seriously, the Warlock goes so insane he sacrifices himself and all the Grim Patrons to an Eredar Lord of the Burning Legion the instant he loses his liquor.
In any case, Jaraxxus immediately breaks free, drenched in Grim Patron blood. They're all dead, though Jaraxxus holds no loyalties to anyone. And of course, the opening line...
"YOU FACE JARAXXUS, EREDAR LORD OF THE BURNING LEGION!!!"
Eredar Lord Jaraxxus summoned! He's a Hostile, so keep that in mind!
Let it be said that if this didn't follow Engie's insane superattack, they wouldn't have ALL committed suicide by Jaraxxus. They'd just punch their way out.
==Turn 1==
Storm 34/50 (+1 from Generic.)
Stone 34/50 (+1 from Generic.)
+2 to Erelye.
Finite Improbability Device && Improbability Calculator == Never Tell Me The Odds 5/6
Also, Tazz, here’s a suggestion for notation for the Spellcraft/Magic function: --o, loosely representing a wand.
==Action==
Crystal looks over at Transcendent Dora. "Hey, even though I don't have a monopoly on the concept of 'transcendence', you still irk me! You're going down... later. I have a Captain to bribe to our side!"
He then reveals a Potion of Youth, made from the juice of some Hesperidean Apples he picked in the Fallen London-verse, as well as a dash of water from some miscellaneous universe's Fountain of Youth. It won't grant anything near immortality, that's reserved for a more fermented vintage that he doesn't know the secrets of, (yet) but it'll certainly perk the Captain up.
==Entities==
The Sketched Deathknight will attack Transcendent Dora with a Black Bolt.
OK then.
The Captain quickly stashes it in his Inventory. +5% Bribe!
I claim Battlefury's +2, and made sure no one else took it.
22/30 Dangerous forbidden Technique
17/50 Dark Bowser
+2 Irecreeper
Tazz, two things. First off, Elizabeth can only use Megidolaon with Masakado. Therefore, not using it makes no sense. Just have it also hit Walker, and possibly Transcendent Dora.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth uses Agidyne, engulfing Transcendent Dora in fire.
Also, nothing I did last turn besides the bribe went through. Not my attack against WeegeeWeArrrr, nor my gift to Mercury.
I shall rectify one of those now.
A recording falls down on Mercury's head, encased in foam. Written on the foam is the message,
"Here is the record of how Minecraftia was destroyed. Read here." (Twin's End of act 4 and act 5 posts)
I wave to Mercury, whenever he looks up, to show that I sent that package.
Also, my message to Pane.
May you enjoy my memories as much as I did while I went through them myself. My mind, thankfully, has defenses against those who aren't there, for this exact reason.
(Those who access my memories, including me, deal with my worst memories from my viewpoint, before accessing anything else. I went through heck in both real life and OC life. Have fun, you SOB)
Super Mushroom && HGH: 2/4 Mega Mushroom
Walker has to be explicitly targeted-note how he's never been hit once when AoE's cropped up. By the time she'd have gotten to act, she'd only have hit the Really Cheap Minion. That, and you can just switch the order up and have her use Masakado in a surprise twist mid-rotation anyways. She's not confined to a pattern or anything. She's flexible.
I'm going to tell you, quickly, that Fseftr isn't reading your posts, period. He's trying to deliberately ignore you. Can't say I blame him, it's not like he's going to just give up his RP plans that quickly.
You're not entirely sure Pane is even around to recieve your message. Or bothers. He's probably got countermeasures. They all do.
Y opens a large portal above Transcendent Dora, watching as the head of a T-rex, appearently infuriated at being drenched in purple paint, comes down and bites the explorer. Y then quickly closes the portal, decapitating the dinosaur and dropping its severed head onto Dora.
Y then hands over SCP-427 and the bottle of SCP-1100 to the Captain before joining Crusher's AG faction.
Slumbersand Complete!
Solar Monolith 10/15 SCP-882 10/25
5,000 damage! Dora then sucks in the T-Rex head, which is haphazardly placed onto her chest. "Muy bueno!" all the heads say...Jeez that's creepy.
@Tazz I've given the IMTE or IMET a weapon (the Nerve Laser Gun mk.1. to be precise), but if you say that they can't attack that's fine and they started doing stuff namely the creation of a AI for me a 40 post charge that they will carry on for themselves while I do other stuff.
And Zergs larvae doesn't count to the limit! (That is 10 not 8)
All my +2 to Irecreeper
My char has no idea that this is possible, but I do.
Hezetor now speaking in the direction of Irecreeper char:
Hezetor: Many thanks, but what devs?
Now let's start to check the guide about [3.2] UserZero
I'll start keeping track of this by myself.
Zerg Forces: Unit Cap: 0/10.
Overlord: 10,000/10,000 x1 HP. Being Defended by Protettores. Adds 8 to unit cap.
Hatchery: 30,000/30,000 HP. Drone Production: [||]. Will turn the Terrain to Creep next turn (done). Larvae: 8 Generates 3 Larvae per turn if not at Unit cap. adds+2 to unit cap
spawning pool: 8,500/20,000 HP. Gains 8,500 HP per turn. When fully healed for the first time, it becomes functional.
It's not another hatchery but a spawning pool!
As said before 3 larvae will transform into Drones (1-2 turns) so if you din't already count that -3 larvae
Charges
IMTE working on Letuuma 2/40
The result should be an AI capable of giving various bonus to my robots plus an adaptive ability to all of them.
Seneca summons forth a Mighty Beast! (It's a dog.) It's horrifying screech makes terrible creatures cower in fear! (It barks at a cat up in a tree.) It is extremely fluffy! (I confirm. It is extremely fluffy.) And i don't know what your formula to determine standard stats is. care to elavorate/link to already existing elaboration?
Bah, fine. I toss the Captain approximately 100 Notch apples, then start a simple language attack.
A SIMPLE ATTACK
ONCE, THERE LIVED A PERSON WITH A STUPID NAME. THIS NAME WAS SO STUPID THAT EVERYBODY WANTED TO GET RID OF THEM. HOWEVER, THEY WERE JUST BARELY NOT BAD ENOUGH TO KILL. THIS WENT ON FOR A LONG TIME, UNTIL ONE DAY THEY WENT TOO FAR, AND THEIR SOUL GOT KILLED. THE END.
The lameness of this attack horribly damages Transcendant Dora.
Alright, so we need allies badly. Since blatant advertising is a good way to make people NOT join your side (I heard of servers banning people for advertising their server on other servers even), I need smarter tactics. Luckily, I have good reasons for people to join my side. So I send a global message:
"Attention to all players! Richard is not a "heroic" character in ANY sense of the word. If he is allowed to live, he will cause terrible damage and destruction. However, that is not to say UserZero is better in any sense of the word. UserZero may be different than Richard, and appears to be stronger (if HP is an indication of a godmodder's strength). But odds are, if Richard is defeated but UserZero survives, she will either A: get back to torturing us in her trap of a server, or B: take Richard's place and enter the future Godmodding Wars herself (she even knows what happens in the future!). Meanwhile, if UserZero dies first, Richard may just keep this server and take over UserZero's role in screwing with players, or B: go ahead into the future and create the disasters of future Godmodding Wars. The only way to ensure our safety is to eliminate both parties. I have formed the Anti-Godmodder team for this purpose: We will fight against these 2 godmodders, and, if all goes according to plan, take out both of them to save ourselves. If you do not join this team, you are placing your trust in a godmodder, and your fighting may just end up finishing a Godmodder's plan for them, and godmodders that have no reason to have allies are likely to just dispose of them, with 'them' meaning YOU."
After that (hopefully) inspiring speech, its time to do something. Namely, ask a question to EXOS.
"EXOS, what server is this even? Its not GenericCraft from the first Godmodding War, nor GodCraft from the second Godmodding war. My suspicion is that it is probably ZeroCraft or the like, like GodCraft but controlled by UserZero instead. Check up on whether that is true, and if it is, also check to see whether it matches the server Richard used in the Second Godmodding War. Richard may have stolen this server right from under the corpse of UserZero."
Oh, and I do an actual action too: I get up on top of the Soul of the Core (not standing on it, but hovering using endermancy about 50 feet above to avoid being sucked in), and spam Endermite Pearls at attackers (yes I have more than 1, I can use endermancy to duplicate items). The next 3 attacks (whether player attacks or entity attacks) will result in failure because the endermites distract the attackers (YOU try attacking something when 50 small insects are crawling around you and over you and biting you repeatedly, then you can claim this doesn't work).
Meanwhile, over here, I take a break from loading section 2.0 (seriously, I can simulate centuries in the time it takes for it to load) to go Alchemize some more stuff.
Ender Sword && Endermite Pearl = Endermite Sword 1/?
Endermite Sword: A unique sword, the Endermite Sword generates endermites (a bit smaller than normal endermites) whenever its blade contacts an enemy. This can distract enemies in a sword fight because each swing is extra endermites the enemy has to deal with, and if it scores a hit it injects endermites straight into the victim's bloodstream, with gruesome effects.
Reverse Ender Grenade: An Ender Grenade, but with the function in reverse. The Reverse Ender Grenade teleports all the air in a short range around it (it can teleport away non-air things too, but very weakly), causing air to rush in at very high speeds to fill the gap. This results in an implosion, followed by a powerful sonic boom.
UserZero has no comment on your supposed claim that she knows the future. All godmodders do have some kind of instinctive future sight, but I doubt she's got eyes that far down the road, if you get what I mean, so the most you get out of her is rolling her eyes.
The Server has no name of its own. It's own unofficial name is the Zeroth Server, because UserZero just doesn't get why ever server has to end with -craft, and even then that's unofficial. As far as you can tell, there is literally no server name stored anywhere, in any variable.
You use the Endermite Pearl to distract the next 3 player attacks from attacking the Soul of the Core!
Mercury opens the PC, takes out a Heatmor, and has it use Gastro Acid on doggy.
Oh come on.
Nail Gun && Chain Gun = Chainail Gun (Level 3: 3/4)
Body Armor && TM17 = Divine Plate (Level 2: 3/3)
Divine Plate: A shield crackling with blue protective eneriges. It's use gives you temporary invincibility for an action, hence the name of Divine Plate, from a Paladin's Divine Shield. Yes.
Doggy is barred from its special abilities this round!
I examine the Mind Chalk, lamenting at my lack of a method to create Harpischord at the current moment.
30/30 Expended.
I take one look at Transcendent Dora, and immediately decide that whatever I had intended for this accumulated power can be conducted later, in favor of wiping this abomination off this face of Minecraftia as soon as possible.
I examine the entity formerly called Dora, the energy of thirty posts assimilating into a fiery aura of spatial energies around me. Upon feeling these energies seemingly crawling up my back, I release them in the most sensible manner possible in any way whatsoever.
Of course, that is a blatant lie. I panic upon feeling the strange sensation, and tear a massive hole into the fabric of spacetime. The rift instantaneously springs into motion, tearing blocks around it away into a seemingly endless vortex. Blocks, liquids, and air alike are dragged past the event horizon, likely never to be seen again. Of course, it is not gravity that functions in any manner whatsoever to destroy these objects. Their proportions and forms in space are twisted, mangled, and torn until they are reduced to mere atoms, and forced beyond the rift.
I scrutinize the rift cautiously, attempting to derive some form of meaning from the abyssal hole in existence that it represents. Gleaning nothing in particular, I levitate into the air, glowing with the weak remnants of the spatial power I violently and suddenly expunged from my body. If this doesn't work, I've got no idea how to stabilize this thing.
I extend my thumb and index finger on both hands, before forming a rectangle with the two extremities. The emerald aura grows steadily brighter as everything slides into motion. I whisper a few quick words, and squeeze my eyes shut. There is a flash of lime, and the roaring of the wind being supplanted by the rift abruptly ceases. I immediately open my eyes, to find that the rift has been trapped in a massive sphere of warded glass with a flat base of voidmetal, topped with a disc of the same substance. The rift rages against the inside of the makeshift containment jar, unable to shatter the nigh-invulnerable glass. Now, the question is merely how to weaponize this thing.
I am suddenly struck with inspiration, and draw out the Spellslinger, glinting with the blaze of Space itself all the while. I snap my fingers, and the containment device seems to disappear. I hold out my hand, and a bullet-sized object flies into it, revealing itself to be a severely shrunken version of the containment device and rift from earlier, both sharing power equivalent to that of before, but far more concentrated. I fuel the rift within with any remaining space energies from the charge, and stick the thing inside of a specially-designed hollow runic bullet. Here we are. With a look back to my wand, I note the thing has shifted in form from a wand to a revolver, one far less deudly than any other sorts of guns that it could be compared to, which is acceptable, given that they are the most powerful magnum in existence, and the seven hundred pound solid gold Green Sun-energized machine gun of a universe-annihilating psychopath.
I carefully push up the cylinder latch, and slide the bullet in, attempting to not rupture the thing in any way, which would likely be fatal. I am successful, and I quickly slide everything into position. There's only going to be one shot, obviously.
I grip the handle of the gun tightly, sliding my finger around the trigger. I point the revolver at Transcendent Dora, lining everything up carefully. I utilize the final vestiges of the Space energies to glean some sort of knowledge over Transcendent Dora's bodily structure. Having done so with marginal success, I point the barrel of the gun where Transcendent Dora's heart should be, given that everything is in order. In all honesty, I don't actually need to shoot her in the heart. The rift should deal damage regardless of position. This is just more dramatic.
I keep the Spellslinger trained on Dora, before pulling the trigger. The effect is nigh-instantaneous, the spatial energies of the bullet accelerating it to the speed of light. The most refined form of maelstrom is that which is precise enough to slay not millions, nor billions, but one being. The bullet enters the target Transcendent, and bursts. Immediately, Dora's insides are replaced with a monolithic rift in the fabric of spacetime. Her body is rent to mere atoms as its proportions are warped and torn to the brink of essential (and especially perceptional) nonexistence. The fragments of voidmetal involved in the construction of the bullet choose this time to initiate their function, warping whatever is left of Transcendent Dora into the Void for the remainder of eternity, scattered across the abyss. I place the wand form of the Spellslinger back into my inventory.
~
I take this time to walk over to Crusher, or whoever his main character happens to be. I am firmly of the mind that it is just him, though I might be incredibly and horribly mistaken.
TA: Just for your information, Build is perfectly fine, and isn't dead, in any sense of the word. In fact, I've gotten readings of him landing back on reformed Earth Prime perfectly safely, and returning to whatever life he had before the war.
Mind Honey Jar && Ritual Chalk = Mind Chalk (4/4!)
I preview Antique Sword && Note Block, Antique Sword && Metronome, and Antique Sword && Jukebox. Let's see if any of these are marginally more applicable to the Alchemiter's current level cap.
(+2 to Generic)
(Spatial) Maelstrom 30/30! (+1 from Tazz, and +2 from Crystal) //////////////////////////////.
Mind Chalk: It crackles with not just Magical energy, but Psionic. great for anything involving magical mind-screw rituals.
Tenor: A sword. It is still made out of iron, but every swing creates a musical note. It seems to play appropriate sounds. It also has minor power over Sound itself, meaning you can misdirect and disorient people via sonic manipulation or stuff like that.
Rhythm: A sword made of an odd green metal. It has great control over sound, allowing you to create Sonic bombs, make people mishear things, create vibrating frequencies to shatter/rend all sorts of things, and more!
Antique Sword && Jukebox = Vinyl (Level 5: 1/6)
Vinyl: A sword with a slot for a musical disc in it. Insert a disc, and the sword evolves into a completely different form based on the disc's music, which lasts for as long as the disc plays, at which point it forcefully ejects from the slot. A new one has to be put in afterwards.
UserZero slashes the bullet in half with a well-timed shuriken toss, somehow maintaining the spatial wreckage until it impacts her entities, to her dismay. It deals 30,000 damage to Transcendent Dora and another 60,000 at the Really Cheap Minion!
Hmm now that I think about it, you'll be useful later...
Saying so Hezetor proceeds to take one of the larvae and to eat it, the poor creature initially screams out of fear, but the process doesn't involve killing the creature but is more of an assimilation.
7 Others larvae start their transformation in Drones so we now have 10 cocoons, of wannabe drone.
Zerg Forces: Unit Cap: 0/10.
Overlord: 10,000/10,000 x1 HP. Being Defended by Protettores. Adds 8 to unit cap.
Hatchery: 30,000/30,000 HP. Drone Production: [||]. Larvae: 0 Generates 3 Larvae per turn if not at Unit cap. adds+2 to unit cap
Spawning pool: 8,500/20,000 HP. Gains 8,500 HP per turn. When fully healed for the first time, it becomes functional.
-7 larvae.
Charges
IMTE working on Letuuma 3/40
The result should be an AI capable of giving various bonus to my robots plus an adaptive ability to all of them.
==Turn 2==
Storm 36/50 (+1 from Generic)
Stone 36/50 (+1 from Generic)
+2 to Erelye.
Finite Improbability Device && Improbability Calculator == Never Tell Me The Odds 6/6 COMPLETE
==Action==
Crystal pulls out a block of diamond, quickly carving intricate shapes into it and filling the grooves with Thaumium. He infuses approximately 64 units each of Potentia, Tutamen, and Praecantatio essentia into it, before quickly taking a taglock from Richard. ("This one’ll be destroyed in the process of using it, no worries," I say to him.) He inserts the taglock into a slot on the block, before tapping a series of points on the pattern. The patterns on the block glow and light up as the taglock dissipates into them, forming a strong shield around the attuned being - in this case, Richard. Should protect him against any more Weegee shenanigans as we work to eliminate him. Ooh, on that note -
Crystal shouts over to Weegee, “Hey! The only thing you’re accomplishing by trying to kill Richard is drawing the wrath of us Anti-Zero people! If you want to live slightly longer, join us and help attack UserZero instead! You just got damaged for about an eighth of your HP in one turn, after all - that doesn’t bode well for you."
==Entities==
The Sketched Deathknight will attack Transcendent Dora with a Black Bolt.
Never Tell Me the Odds: This bad boy will allow you to screw around with odds and probabilities...To a limited extent. Sadly, it will cap at 90% chance to or to not happen, and it gets iffy if there's more than two possible outcomes. However, it's extremely powerful within its parameters.
Richard is shielded! Weegee stomps the ground in frustration.
WeegeeWeArrrr: If we don't, she'll...Well.
WeegeeWeArrrr: Her damage output could two-shot us with ease!
WeegeeWeArrrr: Allying with you is not an option!
WeegeeWeArrrr: Plus, Richard would betray us if we really somehow made it that far alive!
WeegeeWeArrrr: Nothing personal, but we have no choice in this matter!
why dora. I summon a green pig. Green Pig HP: 1 Can only be attacked by Dora Abilities: Self-Destruct: Kills itself. 2 turn charge.
Hey Transcendent Dora, this green pig wants to be a part of you.
Hey, Richard, could I alchemize with that Banhammer v0.8? I might just be able to make something better.
Ender Matrix && Demon Blood Shard = Demonic Matrix (Level ?: 1/?) Tome of Knowledge Unwritten && Raspberry Pi = The Multinet (Level ?: 1/?)
28/50 Life
3/20 splat tim
+2 to TheDrivingLlama.
1 Demon Blood Shard 1 Raspberry Pi 1 of any book 1 Empty Taglocks 1 Richard Taglock 1 Popcorn Bane of Lapis Ender Matrix Journal #-1 Black Hole in a Jar Tome of Knowledge Unwritten 18 Bedrock^2 Ingots Ultracondensed Wall
Ender Matrix && Demon Blood Shard = Demonic Matrix (Level 5: 1/6)
Tome of Knowledge Unwritten && Raspberry Pi = The Multinet (Level 10: 1/11)
The Green Pig is instantly sucked into Traho and dies. This wasn't intentional on the Soul of the Core's part, so guess what happened?
Richard refuses, muttering something about 'not going all out yet.'
18/50 Dark Bowser (Beating Midbus at 38.5 times power and health)
+2 Ire
Elizabeth tosses extremely sharp Tarot cards at Trancendent Dora.
I, since Mercury has been ignoring me, throw him into a portal, to watch with his own eyes the events of September 1st, 2015: The day Minecraftia died. Afterwards, he exits the portal no worse for wear.
"Do you believe me now?"
3/4 Super Mushroom && HGH: Mega Mushroom
She'll do as you say.
You open a portal, specifically, to when Mercury's world is oblitherated. You do this because it ought to have better impact, mentally, on Mercury than it would the whole universe, you think, given his career status.
You(r Minecraft Avatar is/)are promptly obliterated by the Red Sea, which is the cause of death for Mercury's homeworld. UserZero quickly seals the portal shut thereafter.
It would appear that the mysterious spell has become a little more clear.
Yaca Kf Kwa Cypjgvg kf Npus: 25/30 ============================== (+1 from Tazz)
Pretty Pretty, Shiny Shiny: 2/25 ========================= (+1 from Tazz)
+2 to Generic
The appearance of Transcendent Dora was rather jarring, but it got Bomber's gears turning for a moment. "Hm, I wonder what else could turn into one of those if I push them into Traho?" Though, after a moment of thought he realized it was probably a terrible idea as it would be horribly unpredictable. He still left it in his mental filing cabinet, so to speak.
The result of the Bonesword alchemy was rather disappointing, but he thought it would make a great gift. He quickly wrapped it up and stashed it away for later. Bomber then pulls out a Rocket Hammer. While it looked like a rather standard war hammer, having a heavy blunt piece of metal on the end, the opposite side has a rocket engine implemented into the back. This makes the weapon a lot more harmful, as the rockets can be activated right before swinging to apply more force to the hit.
Bomber flicked a switch down at the bottom of the hammer, causing the rocket engine to hum to life. Low flames flicked out the back, primed to become more intense. Transcendent Dora would become a HUGE problem if left unchecked, so he decided to handle her. Bomber quickly flies over to her, Rocket Hammer ready and an intense focused expression on his face. He then readies himself to swing it, and just before he made his move to hit Transcendent Dora he pulls the throttle. The engine suddenly roars on the back, flames belching out of the back. The hammer is thrust sideways with the momentum of the swing, slamming her hard. The face of the hammer became rather hot from the engine's flames, but not molten.
Bomber quickly flies himself backwards before she can retaliate.
doggy uses Anti-Auda on Transcendent Dora, before spewing out more gibberish.
>WHEN THE SCHEMING LAWYER ASKED THE FRIGHTENED PUPPY WHAT HE DESIRED MOST HE REPLIED "THE SOULS OF ALL MILK BONES".
Da Shootier Bolter || "Irongutta's Guyd to More Dakka! Vol. 3" = Da Shootiest Bolter (Level 5: 3/6)
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misblaming him for the MCF acting up, and simultaenously punching him in the face with the force of a thousand disappointed and enraged people who suddenly appeared around Richard, misblaming him for the MCF acting up, and simultaenously punching him in the face with the force of a thousand etc etc.
Richard simply puts on a spiked mask, causing everyone to reconsider punching him in the face. They then kick him in the groin...And he has a cup, predictably, and they go home in depression.
I note WeegeeWeArrrr's defensive stance. Well, if he's ready for hell, then it would be best to refrain from giving him it directly.
As such, I wander off into the wilderness once more, looking for options. In my travels, I come across a large village in a desert hundreds of meters away from the field of battle. Hmm. I walk up to the village's outmost border, peering down on it. I take in a deep breath. Just like a game of chess. Here we go.
I saunter over to the nearest farmhouse, and knock on the door, waiting. The door swings open a few moments later, revealing a villager wearing a plain brown coat.
FARMER: What do ye want?
TA: Uh, I need to take some of your potatoes.
FARMER: What do ye want for 'em?
TA: Here, how's this?
I pull out a cube of solid gold.
FARMER: … Ye must be one o' those gods fightin' some war or other up in the north, then.
TA: We're not really gods, but okay.
FARMER: Nonsense. Take whatever ye want. There's a temple 'cross the river, too, if ye're into that kinda thing.
TA: Thanks.
The farmer closes the door, and I stride over to the farm next to his house, taking around half of the potatoes, replanting as many as possible. Then, I search for some sort of river. I could use whatever the temple has to offer.
I search around for several hours, noting a variety of strange and rather obscure landmarks in obsidian pillars, and eldritch bricks scattered about in the sand. Checking F3, I find I am nearing that eldritch position, X: -4719 Y: +10103. I opt to not search for the elder thing likely shadowing the sky with its ancient mysteries. Trudging through the desert, sky clouded with the darkened clouds I had predicted, I sight an ancient Desert Temple off in the distance, across a small stream of murky water. That guy was probably joking around when he said 'river'. I leap across the three-block wide gap filled with water, and sprint through heavy sand into the awaiting maw of the temple.
The sandstone room is filled with dust, and I cough slightly upon entering the room. I take several calculated steps forward, before suddenly just filling the room with a dirt floor. I stick blocks of water in small gaps, and plant all of the potatoes I obtained. Then, I snap my fingers. Several tons of bone meal appear, and automatically grow, harvest, and replant the potatoes. I place down a diamond chest, and observe. Hundreds of stacks of potatoes are dropped into the chest in minutes alone.
I telekinetically open the chest suddenly, and drag all of the potatoes out, watching as they float before me. Every single one of the roots is deprived of its skin. I wait, and the skin forms an article of clothing. A potato skin sweater. Interesting. I take a moment to put the thing on. Then, I use the remainder of the skin to create a large amount of full suits of armor. The starch of the potatoes all flies within the armor suits, and begins to boil, molten substance dripping from beneath the skin helms' visors, their forms infused with the latent energies of the millennia-old temple. These Potato Knights all turn in unison, and file out of the door, hundreds more being made by the second.
The soldiers all march toward the Battlefield with a singular purpose: to apprehend the one and only WeegeeWeArrrr, Beta+ Godmodder. The army of Potato Knights appears on the horizon of the Battlefield, carrying torches, swords, and a plethora of other technology. I should probably mention that I gave most of them extremely advanced chronal manipulation devices before they left. The thousands—no, millions—of Potato Knights circle Weegee. He must be feeling ecstatic right now. Such an excessive amount of extremely weak enemies. He likely attempts to slay them all.
However, he finds one problem with this plan. They don't die.
You can't kill potatoes, you absolute idiot. They're inanimate objects incapable of conscious thought. I don't know why you're suggesting there's some sort of massive army surrounding you. There is a large number of potatoes. There is no threat.
Weegee, finding himself thusly incapable of doing anything, as he is merely surrounded by a large number of potatoes. A strange, rippling portal appears directly above Weegee. It pulsates and warps space around it, crackling with pure energy.
A baked potato pops out, plopping on the floor before Weegee, and the portal disappears.
That baked potato just sort of lies on the ground, until anyone involved realizes the sheer impossibility of the occurrence. Potatoes shouldn't exist in this version of Minecraft, and yet they do.
The baked potato suddenly grows fifty meters in size, and gains facial features, including a gargantuan mouth dripping with fluids one would not even want to understand.
Then, the potatoes demand a simple request from Weegee. Take two health from yourself, and they will go. Assuming Weegee denies this request (if not, the potatoes merely all leave, and Weegee is less 2 HP), the potatoes all disappear. The potatoes themselves are unable to be targeted or banished by anyone other than me, and are quite capable of preforming magic to escape traps. Then, Weegee is impaled from literally every possible position, potatean blades slipping through his armor under the concept that it is technically not affecting his armor, being food designed to restore hunger, while actually being a deadly series of chronally-displaced swords. The potatoes all appear once more, and the massive baked potato pulls a Hearts Boxcars.
That is to say that it devours Weegee's head whole, leaving a bloody stump of a neck behind.
A large amount of saliva drips over Weegee's headless body, and the baked potato behemoth chews. Moments later, it spits out Weegee's head, which serendipitously finds itself attached to its own neck again. He probably freaks out, seeing as he was just deprived of what is essentially his life for a brief moment. The potato knights exploit this momentary lack of defensive measures, and spit acidic starch into Weegee's eyes. He is suddenly deprived of the ability to see. All he can feel is the weight of around fourteen million potato knights and a ten-ton baked potato leap upon him, and just sort of deanimate, lying there. Every single one of the players, Richard, Uzi, animals/villagers on the server, and entities are suddenly equipped with a potato skin sweater. The pile of potatoes explodes violently, bypassing even the most powerful of armor (seeing as it is designed to restore hunger, not deal excessive amounts of damage), attempting to annihilate every single being in the server not wearing a potato skin sweater.
When the dust clears, the potatoes are gone. Potatoes? What potatoes? I don't know what you're talking about. Weegee, for whatever reason, is lying facedown on the ground, mangled irreparably, for whatever reason. Do not underestimate the power of such a strange and enigmatic plant.
~
I reappear back on the Battlefield in a flash of teal, placing some strange object made of potato skin into my inventory. I recall Crusher's speech.
TA: The main problem with the idea is that letting Richard die will cause a paradox that will likely destroy all of reality. Look, I get it. You don't think either of these people are good for existence in any sense. However, events have already been determined, and everything must play out exactly how it is meant to.
TA: I'm not sharing my opinions on it, seeing as that's redundant, and might be offensive to some. The point is, the only reason a sizable portion of us are here at all, including me, is to uphold timeline continuity. If you actually manage to kill Richard, this universe is going to become an offshoot reality, and it will have no effect on the 'alpha' universe at all (I say 'alpha' because I kind of doubt that events that occur in the Trifecta could be considered part of the alpha timeline), seeing as it will probably just be eradicated by a paradox, along with a chunk of the actual Minecraftia.
TA: You will not be valiant heroes saving yourselves, or insuring safety in any way. You will be damning yourself to an eternity served cold, trapped forever in a universe never meant to bear fruit, wither, and die explosively. Well, that's assuming the paradox you generate doesn't kill you instantly. Eh. Maybe you're the kind of person who likes that sort of thing. I don't know. I really don't know any of you, actually.
32/50 This World... +2 from Erelye, +1 from Bomber
32/50 Has No Need For Gods +2 from Erelye, +1 from Bomber
+2 Crystal
Welp let's try something else in simple language? I guess.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis better in the mind to bear
the throwing fighting things and flying pointy sticks of terrible chance,
Or to take arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by fighting back end them: to die, to sleep
no more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-pain, and the ten hundred normal pains
That bodies are going to get? 'Tis an end
to be wished very strong. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perhaps to dream; yes, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
when we have shook off this living circle,
must give us pause.
That was terrible. Whatever. I process Transcendent Dora through the ten hundred words checker, damaging her.
"For the record Erelye, I have accounted for that. Or more precisely, the Council of Nine has accounted for that. They are working on a way to make whatever happens here the Alpha timeline or whatever you call it. Look, if time travel was going to cause paradox issues, it would have already. Note that someone already cured Richard's weakness to tubas, which since that nullifies a point of damage he took in the First Godmodding War, means he survives that war with 1 HP. If that didnt cause a paradox, then time travel wont cause any."
To create a show of force to aid in recruitment, I summon a ROFLCopter. Unfortunately, all this does is make everyone laugh at it! Not very good for recruitment at all! Luckily, I figure out how to win people back. I set up a pair of Ender Hooks on opposite sides of a flat section of the battlefield, link the ender pearls inside them to Richard and UserZero, then fire both Ender Hooks at each other. The result is that the Ender Pearls collide at high speed, smashing Richard and UserZero into each other, and inflicting damage not just from normal teleport damage from ender pearls (which happens to people that lack the endermancy to not be damaged by teleports like me), but also because they were teleported into each other, and at high speed too. In addition, it is highly likely one of them will recover first and capitalize on the opportunity to easily hit his opponent for high damage. If that fails, the ROFLCopter does stunts, distracting some entities.
Technically, he never gets over it FULLY, but he's no longer going to be a crippled wreck just by LOOKING at one. They're still enough of a kryptonite factor that it will screw the Curse of Repetetiveness(tm) over, though, and it's worse here than it was in DTG1.
Richard shoots the Roflcopter down immediately, knowing how that will probably go for him (IE: not well).
Bomber simply scoffs at Crusher's offer. "Is this some kind of bribe? I have no interest in joining a team that is fated to fail. Though, I will accept your generous donation of a charge."
Bomber opens a spellbook unrelated to the strange blue tome, flipping through musty pages for a few minutes. He then stops and plants his finger on one page, titled "Forceful Projectile". It was a simple yet potent spell, firing a high-speed arcane missile that typically sent its target sprawling several meters away. Having the spell memorized, he then prepared to amplify it with his Gargoyle Staff. Reading a few words from the book in his mind and concentrating, white sparks began to bounce off of the orb of his staff. The sparks slowly grow larger and brighter, as a hot white ball begins to form just above the orb. The sparks that bounce off are now looping back into the growing orb, which starts letting out a piercing note as it gains energy.
The chord becomes almost unbearable, before suddenly a loud BWEEM is heard as the projectile fires. It shoots toward Transcendent Dora, striking her with a powerful impact that sends out a small shockwave through the air and a resulting boom. It probably upset some of the Zerg but, ah, they'll be fine. The sheer impact of the projectile had launched her very far away and would have dealt out a harsh blow. Bomber closes the tome, which turns an shadowy black and melts away in his hands.
Da Shootier Bolter || "Irongutta's Guyd to More Dakka! Vol. 3" = Da Shootiest Bolter (Level 5: 4/6)
As it stands, all it takes is a confirmation and they're official. Unbelievable.
Paeroytheum Dust: A combination of Pyrotheum and Aerotheum dust, this whirls with the fury of a full-blown firestorm-fast as the wind and fierce as the fire.
AG: They hate cheating; there shouldn't even be a Queen out at this point in the Zerg Base.
I then show doggy the majesty of a movie called Dogcopter. doggy suddenly learns how to summon a propeller to their back, and gains Flight! I then attempt to find Transcendent Boots, because why not? (the monkey. you know, boots the monkey.)
Dora was the only one thrown into the Traho, thus she's the only Transcendent. Boots was spared.
And yes. That is SPARED.
@Crusher48, @NinjaV2403, @ProofofconcepT and @nulitor are all promptly swept off their feet and are washed in a white light as they glow a soft green. I'm going to ask you this once, JUST to be sure, since some of you seemed a bit hesitant: Do you want to make this faction? Are you really sure? If you do, you are not allowed to abandon until MUCH later on. Crusher48, an additional amendum: You are not the final answer on entities, this will be just like the AGs and PGs were in DTG2. Not exactly organized in any sense except agenda and, usually, targets. I'm making sure NOW.
The Crimson Scale glows with light and then shatters, leaving a small red singularity. The singularity explodes outwards, spewing a red mist all over the battlefield. Suddenly, the Sketched Deathknight, The Essence of the Destroyed, Lord Calzerb, The Balloon Drake, Cerberus, and doggy all simultaneously freeze in place. Cue nigh-syncronized frenzied screaming. Massive red glyphs suddenly manifest over their skin, and they start muttering/shrieking/roaring things about "the eye" and the "butterfly effect" as they attempt to rip their eyeballs out, to mercifully minimal success. They all take an immediate 8,000 damage (-4% Inflation for the Balloon Drake), as well as a temporary Fear effect this round only-it works on all six. The red mist remains above the battlefield: The Crimson Smog is now the weather, so appreciate that this will now be the bane of your existence for the next FIVE turns-once a turn a random (and given the majority, probably AZ) entity will suddenly find themselves in a bad way similar to this, feared and given 8,000 damage. On The Sketched Deathknight and Lord Calzerb, the glyphs seems to slowly brighten, and their screams seem to slowly grow in intensity...This just can’t end well. In fact, I’m going to bet they’re going to go insane once that new, bolded 'Tipping the Scales' charge finishes. As in, Hostile Insane.
The Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect decides Cerberus is the most invalid Klingon word of the lot and mauls the damaged head for a Feared 15,000 damage! He then takes 2,000 burn damage. Lord Jaraxxus reveals his lovely immunity to Fear before deciding to summon two Infernals to start rather than do anything. The Infernals are pretty strong guys. The Mighty Beast roars at the Essence of the Destroyed, spooping it into a Feared 12,000 damage!
The Soldier who just arrived Fires at Elizabeth for 2,500 damage! Another solider comes as well! The Wisp finds more aid in helping than hurting, thus restores another 1,000 HP to the Fortress!
Zappy uses a Fin Boomerang on the Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect, dealing 4,000 damage and generating charge! Elizabeth fires off an Agidyne worth 5,000 damage at Transcendent Dora! UserZero quickly blocks her Card attack before she can finish off Dora! The Lesser Balloon Whelp irks out 5,000 damage to kill the Really Cheap Minion! The Zerg forces convert all seven Larvae into Drones just as the second one is finished! The TNT cannon cools by 2! Senor Banana wails on the Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect for 4,000 damage via Banana-based offensive!
Transcendent Dora is barely hanging on…And looks at Zappy. Her mouth opens, and she quickly devours Zappy whole, adding it to her steadily-increasing mass, and gaining some of Zappy’s tricks, as well as getting much-needed HP. Her other masses the fire off a gravity bomb at Elizabeth, dealing 500 damage.
Richard flings +2s at Pricey and crystalcat, then takes his newfound super-shield and awesome hammer to levy it against WeegeeWeArrr, who is, as usual, busy planning. WeegeeWeArrrr quickly undertakes a very literal menaing to the word ‘Brainstorming.’ 3 damage to WeegeeWeArrrr! WeegeeWeArrrr sweats…He’s in the instant-kill range of UserZero!
UserZero doesn’t care at all. She +2s her whole faction, and teleports the very minimal PZ side backwards a considerable distance. Before you can clear it, you find that she’s healed Transcendant Dora to full…
UserZero: were you seriously expecting me to sit there and do nothing?
UserZero: pls, she’s the last entity I’ve got!
UserZero: plus, 'dem Hostilioes are kind of targeting you a lot.
Terrain: Creep (+5% Evasion to Zerg units)
Weather: Crimson Smog (Fear effect and 8,000 damage to random entity per turn): [|||||]
[???] The Captain: 20/20 HP. Bribing: [100% AZ=====|=====0=====|=====PZ -100%] 79%. Decides next turn.
[H] Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect: 64,000/150,000 HP. Burn: [|||]
[H] Eredar Lord Jaraxxus: 300,000/300,000 HP. Spawns an Infernal each turn. OBLIVION!!!: [|||||]
[N] Fortress: 62,000/70,000 HP. Structures: Base, Shrine, Mine. EVIL: 24%. Soldiers: 2. Soldier Cap: 2/3. Will switch to 'AG' upon creation!
[N] Wisp: 5,000/5,000 HP. Better at repair than attack. Will switch to 'AG' upon creation!
[N-BOSS] Soul of the Core: Heads: 83,000/100,000 HP x2; 80,000/100,000 HP x1; +3 shields (defend against 1 entity hit each); +3 Endermites (defend against 1 Player hit each); Body: 1,500,000/1,499,000 HP. Body has high defense. Body occasionally sucks in attacks not aimed at it. Triple-Action while all heads are alive; double action if two are alive. Inflicts Gravcrush on all entities it attacks/is attacked by. Wildfire Waltz: [|||] Gravity Falls: [||||] Terminus: [|||||] Takes reduced damage from Player actions while atomicAmiable is active; Takes reduced damage from Entity actions while antimatterAugry is active.
[N-B] WeegeeWeArrrr: 23/40 HP.
['AG'] Over-9000inator : 10,000/10,000 HP. IT'SOVER: [|||]. NOT PRESENT ON THE FIELD.
['AG'] Doge: 5,000/5,000 HP (does not attack unless an entity on its team is attacked first, will bodyguard for allies, respawns 1 round after death if there are still allied entities present). NOT PRESENT ON THE FIELD.
['AG'] Agar.io: 25,000/25,000 HP. has a 25% chance to devour an entity with lower HP than it each round, adding that entity's HP to its own. It can split to create 2 copies of Agar.io with half HP and either evade an attack or automatically devour something that one of the splits can devour. NOT PRESENT ON THE FIELD.
[AZ] Sketched Deathknight: 52,000/115,000 HP. Dark Rush: [||] Action: Tipping the Scales: [|||||]
[AZ] Shadow of Limbo: Essence of the Destroyed: 44,000/55,000 HP. Flooding of the Dead: [|||]
[AZ] doggy: 66,900/80,000 HP. Gets more damage when attacking the same target each round. Can learn a new trick instead of attacking. Tricks: Hama/Mudo (low-chance instant kill; From Elizabeth, somehow); Anti-Auda (25% Attack down for 3 turns. Can be stacked once for double the effect. From Gamma Phantom); Evasive (gained from the Late Neo); Terminus [|||||] (Instant kill with minor damage to others; From Soul of the Core).
[AZ] Lord Calzerb: 97,700/125,000 HP. Tipping the Scales: [|||||]
[AZ] Elizabeth: 17,000/20,000 HP. Can only take 5,000 damage per turn. Double-Action. Medigoloan: [|||||] Actions: Agridyne Dora, then smack her with cards.
[AZ] Protettores: 10,000/10,000 HP x4; 9,200/10,000 HP x1. 10% Damage Reduction; abysmal attack. Defending the Zerg Overlord. Defense mode: 20% Damage Reduction, but can't attack.
[AZ] Balloon Drake: HP: 99,977,000/1,000,000,000. Inflation: 93%. Airborn while above 100% inflation. Dies at either 0% or 200% inflation. Breath of Life: [||]
[AZ] Combine Hunter-Chopper: 20,000/20,000 HP. Airborn. Minestorm [||]. Deals more damage, but takes more damage, with Proximity. Proximity: 3/3.
[AZ] Zerg Forces: Unit Cap: 0/10.
Overlord: 10,000/10,000 x1 HP. Being Defended by Protettores. Adds 8 to unit cap.
Hatchery: 30,000/30,000 HP. Drone Production: [||]. Will turn the Terrain to Creep next turn. Larvae: 0 Generates 3 Larvae per turn if not at Unit cap.
Spawning Pool: 8,500/20,000 HP. Gains 8,500 HP per turn. When fully healed for the first time, it becomes functional.
[AZ] Cerberus: 35,000/35,000 HP x 3; 25,000/35,000 HP x 1.. Loses power with each Head/HP Bar lost. Eviction: [|||] Distinction: [||||]
[AZ] IMET: 115,000/115,000 HP. Can't attack.
[AZ] Senor Banana: 29,500/30,000 HP.
[PZ] Transcendent Dora: 115,001/115,001 HP. Will attempt to assimilate an entity each turn, gaining its HP, damage, and possibly a special attack. Failed attacks can also give her such. Swiper: [||] Charges: 2 Laser, 7 Thunderbolt.
[PZ] Walker: 15/20 HP. Respawns 1 Round after death.
The Winged: 30/30 ============================== (+1 from Nimbleguy and jondanger)
The Relative: 14/50 ================================================== (+4 from ninjatwist, +3 from Pricey, +2 from Bomber, +1 from Tazz, Nimbleguy and jondanger) [DATA ENCRYPTED]
Scribe's Wands && Rorschach Drop || Blot of Ink = The Spillers (4/5)
One-Sided Die && Wands || Arcade Cabinet = Integer Overflow (2/?) And now you forgot to tell me this thing's level.
The team color is green, in memory of Twinbuilder (who likely died with the rest of Godcraft, but at least he went down fighting and took down Project Binary with him).
You... You did read Act 5, right? I didn't die.
The Scribe looks at the ruined corpse of Octothorpe. The giant squid monster dissolved into ink shortly after death, its body decomposing into corrupted liquid. The Scribe runs across what's left of Octothorpe, finding an array of black arches - Octothorpe's ribs. In the middle of his ribs rests a pulsating white sigil of undefinable power: #. The Scribe grins and takes it.
"One down."
The Scribe begins to craft another insignia, this one different than the previous tapestry that summoned Octothorpe. The most immediate difference is that the Scribe isn't even using a pen to mark this one onto the ground - he's using a quill. An ashen quill whose colors mirror those found on a stormy day. An ashen quill that - somehow - writes without ink. The quill that the Scribe is using was plucked from a bird without age, without sight, and without time. A predator of the most anachronistic kind. A vulture of time.
The quill represents something disturbing and forsaken - absence. The color of the quill, although tangible, gives the feather an eerie quality, as if it's more of a hole in space rather than an object. It writes without any ink at all - is it even writing? Upon closer examination, no. The quill appears to be actually etching patterns of nothingness into the earth, carving patterns of destruction all the way down to bedrock, creating carvings of nothingness across the Battlefield.
The next difference between this insignia and Octothorpe's is that, quite obviously, they're shaped differently. But there's more to it than that - this insignia isn't telling a story at all. Its purpose is much more immediate and functional. Put quite simply, the Scribe is creating a gateway. A gateway carved from flowing destruction as the Scribe creates helical patterns against the angular backdrop of Minecraftia.
After several minutes, the Scribe's latest insignia is finished. It was carved in a very specific way, being made of spirographical and helical patterns twisted around a base in the middle of the insignia - a ruined tree trunk, blackened by a wayward strike of lightning at an indeterminate point in the past. The Scribe takes out something from his coat: a spherical glass container. Inside of it is a very peculiar object - a rift.
"All of my past experiments and summons have had the very real risk of posing serious harm to me. I've managed to avoid injury through all of them, with the exception of the unintended side effect of summoning the Captain over here. This summon, however, will most likely result in some or all of my flesh being melted from my bones - permanently." The Scribe holds this spherical container carefully. Inside is a floating globule of liquid, liquid that displays the galaxies of the universe in all their majesty. "This is a rift between dimensions. I acquired it from my last foray into the dimension I'm about to head into. That's also where I got this quill. And it is where I will get my latest... assistant."
The Scribe grips the container carefully. "The only way I can get to this place is by shattering this rift in the middle of what I've just carved. The liquid of this rift will seep into the cracks in this earth and create a flaming gateway that will rip my being across space and time and transmute it into the other side of existence... into the Mistake." He readies his aim. "I can only hope that nothing else follows me through this rift. It should destabilize several minutes after its creation... or it will expand into an all-encompassing inferno that will sterilize this planet and pave the way for armageddon. One or the other."
"Yes, I'm aware of the risks. But in the pursuit of a finished battle, in the pursuit of knowledge... risks must be taken." The Scribe flings the interdimensional rift onto the tree trunk. The glass shatters and the liquid universe spills all over the ground, creating a massive fireball that pulverizes the earth and vaporizes the clouds. The tree trunk is lit in flames, and the crevices the Scribe carved into the earth dance with fuchsia flames. The place where the rift impacted has materialized into a giant portal in the shape of an odd symbol that the Scribe knows very well. It's the second in the chain, after all. The symbol echoes with images of far-off universes and places where no one has stepped foot in. So, without a second thought, the Scribe steps foot through the portal.
Not a second later, the Scribe realizes that he's falling. Yet he can't see where he's falling from or falling to, and he can't hear any wind whistling in his ears. He can't even feel his limbs, or what he's wearing on them. The only way he knows that he's falling is that he's keenly aware that there's something getting closer to him, and it's something very expansive and very flat - the ground. But with no way to move, the Scribe has no way to prepare.
The Scribe hasn't realized it yet, but he's trapped in the hell of his own body. True to his word, he hasn't come out completely unscathed after his entry through the portal. His coat, scarf, and boots are all caught on fire, and his descent isn't doing much to slow the sparks and embers that are making their way across him. Burns mar his body, and the flesh on his face appears to be, for lack of a better word... melted. His senses appear to be completely scrambled, as he's lost all of them. The only gifts he has left are thought and intuition - but if he hits the ground at this rate, he won't even have those.
After several more seconds of constant falling, the Scribe gets a quite literal sinking feeling in his chest - a sense that this is it. The point of no return. If he doesn't do something fast, he'll be a cubic pancake. But then, something happens. The Scribe passes through a barrier of some kind, a field. Instantly, the falling stops, and the Scribe starts to float. It's as if he's suspended in some sort of liquid. The fire dies down, and the Scribe's senses are at least somewhat restored - although the damage to his body has been done. And with that, the Scribe is able to see where he is clearly.
He's made it to the Mistake - a forgotten realm, a pocket in between the great expanse of worlds Minecraftia is made up of. This place is where discarded ideas and thoughts go to rot in a vertical drop of nothingness - of absence. The normal rules of reality don't necessarily apply here - they too are absent. Gravity, for the most part, is a foreign concept, as is air - hence why the Scribe is floating and the flames around him aren't burning. The abyss around him is made of wayward locales and people - and the field he just passed through marked the start of the Mistake itself. Before then, it would seem that he was traveling through the Void.
The Scribe floats his way down to a sizable platform - one that is a spitting image of the place he just left. It's carved from blackened stone, and inscribed in it is a series of hexagonal patterns - ones that are angular and geometric unlike the circular shapes the Scribe had carved. Yet the two of them somehow carry the same form, the same pattern, and the same location. And in the middle of the patterns lies a giant tree made of black wood with rotting black leaves. The Scribe walks forward, tracing the patterns made in nothingness.
"This is... new. I had figured the unorthodox methods from which I entered here would have resulted in something like this, but... what is this tree? The closest thing I can think of is... Yggdrasil itself. But this obviously isn't it. So what is it?" No sooner had the words left the Scribe's mouth than he heard a voice from above. This is unorthodox. Something like what entered here. The Scribe whips his head around, listening for something. That voice sounded like a hastily stitched-together repeat of what he had said earlier, copying his speech patterns but being decidedly alien at the same time.
"Who's there? What are you? And why are you copying me?" Again, the voice sounded in an instant. The closest thing I can think of is something new. Why? I had figured you are obviously unorthodox. The Scribe, unable to pinpoint exactly where the voice is coming from, thinks for a second. "I need to expand your vocabulary so that we can get a conversation going... Hm. Do you know who I am? And tell me about your... voice." I am your need to expand. I am the closest thing to a conversation. I am copying you to tell you about me. The Scribe walks closer to the massive tree. "Interesting. Can you tell me what your name is? And what this tree is?" I need to tell you your name. And this tree... This tree is interesting. "You need to tell me my name? I think you don't quite understand what will go on here." The Scribe keeps walking. Don't go there. The Scribe abruptly stops. "Why shouldn't I?" Obviously, you don't quite understand this tree and you don't understand me. "I don't know anything about you because you haven't told me anything about you! Stop speaking in riddles and stop mimicking me! Your voice is seriously starting to creep me out." You are starting to think of anything you can to know who I am. But I think you don't need to. "Of course I need to know who you are! I intend to bring someone here to the real world, after all!" There is a pause.
To the real world... Who?
"Alright, you live here. Maybe you know who I'm looking for. I'm trying to find a bird who rules over darkness and absence. Do you know anyone like that?" A bird who rules over darkness? This is who you are looking for? I can tell you about the bird. The Scribe grins. "Now that's the answer I'm trying to get. If you know anything about him, then feel free to tell me." The Scribe's expression pales as a massive set of ashen wings unfurls, spreading from the black tree itself. I am the bird.
Quick as a blur, the shape flashsteps out of the trees, the wings disappearing. The Scribe leaps backwards as the bird slams into the ground below, somehow making no noise but carrying an unrealistic amount of weight behind its force. From what the Scribe can tell, this bird is unlike anything he's ever seen. Its body is ashen, made of various hues of black and grey. Its wings are covered of the same feathers that the Scribe possesses, and its form essentially resembles like a giant tear in space. It's not completely dark like Octothorpe, but it is much more expressionless and devoid, representing absence in its purest form. "Well then. I believe that we should get rid of the pleasantries and the games. What are you?"
Pilcrow. My full title being Pilcrow the Devoid. I am the master of darkness and absence. The Scribe dusts off his pants. "Yes, well, I got that much. Why did you feel the need to copy everything I said and limit your speech?" Pilcrow makes a chirping sound that sounds like a razor blade scraping a chalkboard. You seem like one who has traveled a great deal - and I know much about you already. You should know that beings with an infinitude of knowledge tend to conceal what they say behind riddles and ciphers - if you haven't done so already, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not the first being you've met to do this, and I won't be the last. "Hmm. That's a good answer. Now, what about that tree over there?" Oh, just one of my many nests. There are millions of those trees around here, you know. Each one of them holds its own sad and tragic story. "A story?" Yes. A story of a life cut short. Come, Scribe. Walk with me.
Pilcrow flies silently against the static skies of the Mistake, and the Scribe walks alongside him. "What exactly constitutes a life in this circumstance, er, Pilcrow?" That tree is Yggdrasil, but it's not. It's a failed Yggdrasil. A dead world tree from a dead world - a deleted world. Perhaps its player struck it from the record after they died in a fit of anger, or perhaps it was corrupted. I know not the rhyme or reason to it, but what matters is that all fallen worlds, all mistakes... they all end up here eventually. It's a limbo of sorts, a twilight zone. And no, it's not Limbo or the Twilight Zone. I take it you know the difference between those realms and this realm? "That's not even a question." I thought so. Now keep walking. We're almost there. "What do you mean? We've barely moved!" Look closer.
The Scribe turns his back and sees that he's on a completely different platform, one with another tree, but one with stone columns and a ruined village. The platform with the hexagonal patterns is hundreds and hundreds of feet above him, with a variety of others floating in between. He puts his head in his hands. "How did we just... What... This place... it's giving me a headache." You learn to get used to it. Now, explain to me more about why you're here. "Er, well. There's a war going on in a server perpendicular from us. Two godmodders are fighting, I guess to settle an old-time score. But I have a feeling there's much more at stake than just a simple duel. This could be potentially the most terrible war fought since the Psi-Godmodding War." Hm. That is dangerous.
"I've come here... in my quest... to see if I could get you to join me on the field. We could fight side by side, and you could help me take out the opposition. You could help me take out UserZero." UserZero... Alright. I'll do it. She has been responsible for many a dead tree down here. She is nothing but trouble. Yet, what about the other side? The one we are helping?That would be a godmodder named Richard. I sense a great future in him - one I feel I should be a part of. One I feel we should all guide so that he can eliminate the threat of UserZero. Interesting. You've enticed me. But I wonder how you will react to this. Come.
The Scribe and Pilcrow walk to a rather large dead Yggdrasil, one whose main entrance has been blown apart, revealing a jagged hole. I think you should see what lies inside the heart of a corpse.
The two of them walk inside, the interior somehow much larger than the exterior would suggest. A ruined maze makes up the brunt of what's inside of the tree, and the carvings on its roof seem to suggest a tale of utter destruction and annihilation. There's a doorway across from the Scribe and Pilcrow, one that they walk through in synch. And there, floating in the middle of a hexagonal chamber, is a dead First Block. A cube whose surface is pitch-black, offline, never to be turned on. This is the wreckage of a First Block. It's what's known as a Blind Spot. "A Blind Spot... I've never even thought of this existing." Perhaps you should have. These things don't have nearly as much potential as their living counterparts, but that isn't to say they're completely useless. "Then what do they do?"
A dull throb emanates from the Blind Spot, the chamber lighting up somewhat. Fix mistakes. Echoes fill the chamber. Echoes of a time in the past when this tree, even for the briefest of instants, had generated and was living and thriving, creatures making their homes in its roots and branches and leaves, all of nature coexisting in harmony, fixated around this one geometric spot. Echoes of a world touched by human hand, and promptly forgotten. Echoes fill the chamber, reminding it of Yggdrasil. The illusion lasts for a second, and when it stops, it is jarring. "...I could swear I was actually inside Yggdrasil for a moment." Yes. I know. Sometimes I use these to get a fleeting glimpse of life above the surface. Oftentimes I use them to fuel my own power. But rarely, I theorize. And I wonder if, perhaps, one of these could be used to fix me, and to be bring me back up.
The Scribe looks at the Blind Spot, its power growing stronger with each tick of the universal clock, its noises getting more elaborate, its surface getting less black and more corporeal. "...How did you get down here?" I'm a failed Enderdragon. The Scribe stops in his tracks and looks at Pilcrow in shock. "You're a what?" You heard me. I was generated as one of the first Enderdragons to be put in a human version of the game. But I was a mistake. An error. And my form was taken away, and I became absence. I became a bird, not a dragon. I became a space, not a shape. I was something before. And now I am nothing.
The Scribe chuckles. "This is perfect, then! I think I can use this to bring us both back up to the server. I don't exactly think I can give you a corporeal form again... But using this, I can supercharge you so you can actually exist up there. Besides, your powers of darkness and absence would serve me very well, trust me." Alright. If you believe you can accomplish this feat, then I will let you be my guide up to the Overworld. Take it away, Scribe. The Scribe looks at the glowing Blind Spot with determination. "With pleasure."
On the Overworld, the portal used by the Scribe to get to the Mistake - that of a pilcrow - is still burning, its flames raging across the Battlefield and creating an inferno several hundred blocks tall. But then, the flames deteroriate out of existence. They don't fade away and die, they abruptly stop. Their forms glitch out, turn monochrome, and still burn - yet they're transparent, as if someone slid their opacity down a few notches. Two shapes step out from the portal - the Scribe, and the darkened form of Pilcrow.
"Here you are. The real world." Ah... It's just as beautiful as I remembered. Now I will get the chance to use my powers against a true villain and her own comrades. The Scribe snaps his fingers, and the portal slips away, as does the fire. He takes out Meownir, grinning alongside Pilcrow.
"Attack!" Attack!
Pilcrow: [AZ] HP: ~140,000, judging from Cerberus.
Pilcrow is a vulture from the Mistake, a pocket dimension where all failed creations from Minecraft go. It makes his home in the dead Yggdrasils that represent every deleted world, and it's the master of absence and nothingness. Yet it itself is a mistake, a failed Enderdragon. Pilcrow is able to manifest here because of the power of a Blind Spot, a dead First Block. The Blind Spot is able to give Pilcrow special powers, but if his link with it is destroyed... then things get tricky.
ATTACKS:
Calligraphy II: Will use nothingness to etch random symbols into the ground from the purest language of Ink. Roll a D10.
(1) Etches the symbol for Sight. A giant unknown eye leers at an enemy and an ally, dealing light damage to the enemy and high damage to the ally.
(2) Etches the symbol for Hail. Acidic pellets of hail rain from the skies that burn through an enemy and an ally, dealing moderate damage to both.
(3) Etches the symbol for Blood. Pools of black blood form at the feet of three random entities, Poisoning them for two turns and dealing light damage to all of them.
(4) Etches the symbol for Error. Allows for a reroll and deals high damage to a completely random enemy.
(5) Etches the symbol for Spirit. A ghost appears from the depths below, haunting an enemy for moderate damage with a 50% chance of inflicting Fear for two turns.
(6) Etches the symbol for Lost. Completely disorients an enemy, dealing moderate damage and Confusing them for two turns.
(7) Etches the symbol for Sun. The sun positions itself right next to an enemy, dealing moderately high damage and Burning them for three turns.
(8) Etches the symbol for Moon. The moon positions itself right next to an enemy, dealing moderately high damage and healing an ally for half of the damage the enemy took.
(9) Etches the symbol for Metal. Locks an enemy in a cage, preventing them from attacking but preventing anyone from attacking them for that EOTB.
(10) Etches the symbol for Nothing. Completely erases an enemy's being, dealing very high damage.
The Tectrix: Pilcrow swoops down with its wings, obliterating an entire chunk from the world and creating a chunk error that pulls an enemy inside, dealing moderately high damage and trapping them for a turn so that their attacks have a chance to miss and all enemy attacks against them have a chance to miss. There is a 33% chance for the chunk error to persist for another turn and pull another random entity in as well.
The Calibur: Pulls an enemy towards a massive vortex of Pilcrow's own design, dealing moderate damage and inflicting them with the Oblivion status effect for two turns. Can attack multiple enemies at once.
Waiting: Pilcrow manipulates time so that an enemy ages dramatically, making them weak and old. Pilcrow uses the energy taken from what the enemy could have done and heals itself for a moderately high amount of health, promptly damaging the enemy for that same amount of health.
Line Break: Pilcrow grabs an enemy and tears their code in half, adding in useless filler code that heavily corrupts them, dealing moderate damage and inflicting them with the Corruption status effect for two turns. Has a 50% chance to spread to another entity. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
Shadow's Edge: Duplicates a move used by an ally or an enemy and using it against an enemy with the same effect. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
SPECIAL ATTACKS:
Never the End: Channels its inner Enderdragon powers, creating a massive whirlpool of amethyst fire that targets three enemies at once, dealing moderately high damage to all of them and Burning them for two turns. Takes 3 turns to charge up. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
Aeon: Pilcrow teleports itself and an enemy into a pocket dimension and makes it so neither of them can leave. Pilcrow slows down its own internal processes so it can survive for millenia without moving, and then permanently follows its enemy until they die of old age, no matter how long it takes. Pilcrow then feasts on their energy, dealing high damage. Takes 4 turns to charge up.
The Cataract: Unleashes the power of the Blind Spot, creating a titanic beam of raw oblivion that deals very high damage to an enemy, Blinding them for three turns (rendering them unable to attack) and dealing recoil damage to Pilcrow. Takes 5 turns to charge up. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
Correction: Destroys the Blind Spot. Takes 5 turns to charge up.
PASSIVES:
The Blind Spot: The Blind Spot has power over oblivion, as well as the power to correct mistakes - by purging them. In this form, the Blind Spot lets Pilcrow exist in the Overworld, and it also gives him access to several powerful attacks. If Pilcrow uses Correction, the Blind Spot will be removed, and Pilcrow will enter Break Mode. In this form, Pilcrow will become incredibly glitched, becoming invincible but losing so much stability that it will disappear 3 turns after Correction's activation.
In Break Mode, Pilcrow gains several new attacks to make up for the ones it loses.
Control: Pilcrow shuts down the higher functions of an enemy's brain, rendering them susceptible to Pilcrow's own mental powers. Pilcrow controls the enemy to attack itself and its own kin for moderately high damage.
Alternate: Pilcrow uses the special attack of another entity on the field against an enemy, duplicating its effects.
Delete: Pilcrow instantly kills an enemy if it has 25,000 HP or below.
While the Blind Spot is active, Pilcrow has a passive regeneration and a 50% chance to let two allies minicrit.
Pilcrow uses The Calibur on Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect, and Cerberus uses Eviction on Transcendant Dora!
Wand && Gold = The Midas Touch 2/? (you didn't tell me the level last turn)
I send boneswords up to attack the head of the Air Attack Train, while I attempt to attack one of the soul of the cores' head with ice and normal arrows.
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
The Winged: 30/30 ============================== (+1 from Nimbleguy and jondanger)
The Relative: 14/50 ================================================== (+4 from ninjatwist, +3 from Pricey, +2 from Bomber, +1 from Tazz, Nimbleguy and jondanger) [DATA ENCRYPTED]
Scribe's Wands && Rorschach Drop || Blot of Ink = The Spillers (4/5)
One-Sided Die && Wands || Arcade Cabinet = Integer Overflow (2/?) And now you forgot to tell me this thing's level.
+2 to jondanger.
"I don't know if he does, but I do."
You... You did read Act 5, right? I didn't die.
The Scribe looks at the ruined corpse of Octothorpe. The giant squid monster dissolved into ink shortly after death, its body decomposing into corrupted liquid. The Scribe runs across what's left of Octothorpe, finding an array of black arches - Octothorpe's ribs. In the middle of his ribs rests a pulsating white sigil of undefinable power: #. The Scribe grins and takes it.
"One down."
IN PROGRESS
Btw, I did read Act 5, but my character never heard of what happened. My character only knows what happened up to Act 4. So the ignorance is in-character, not OOC. /null
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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i hit the souls head with the Topaz Frying Pan.
Useful Summon of Doom 3/25
A somewhat useful summon: 13/20
2+ to whoever attacks the Soul first
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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!
"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!"
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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25/25 (Project "Revelation")
Inventory:
Data Crystal (Level 1)
Chaos Control "Sword" (Level 5)
Holocrom Datea Storige (Level 0)
Shockjewel Armor (Level 3)
Something big is coming...
Itss... its...
THE SPIRIT OF MOTHERWILL MK2!!
Armor: 1,000,000 HP (Protects Energy core)
Energy Core: 200,000 HP (If destroyed entity dies / Takes 10,000 damage for every Cannon or Hanger destroyed)
Long Range Energy Cannons 20,000 HPx3 (Deals 20,000 damage times number of cannons alive to one target, can only be fired at long ranges, takes one turn to reload after a attack)
Point Defence Cannons: 15,000 HPx10 (Deals 500 damage times number of cannons alive to one target, can only attack target a close range)
Hanger Bay: 10,000 HPx7 (Each hanger bay summons 10 drones that can only attack at close range)
FAR FAR AWAY FROM THE BATTLEFIED, I WILL SNIPE YOU AND LAUGH AT YOUR ATTEMPT TO GET ME.
ITS CANNONS WILL BLAST YOU ANYTHING THAT TRIES TO ATTACK IT APART!
(Spirit of motherwill MK2 is summoned far away, i order to be attacked a player/entity needs to go to it in order to attack it, but it does not need to move to shoot you with its long range cannons!) (Takes 1 turn to get to Spirit of Motherwill MK2, in this phase, the entity is vulnerable to being attacked by the Long ranged cannons.)
@Babysphee. You are summoning all of these memes. You are upsetting the balance of memes in the world. I recommend you pray to me, the literal GOD OF MEMES to fix this discord in the memeverse. (NOTE: the memeverse transcends all time and space. It is eternal. It is memes.)
I fire a holy meme blast at the SOUL OF THE CORE!
The Nearly Incomplete Certainly Extremely Memey with Extra Meme Explosives (Or NICEMEME, for short) 8/20
All the Snakes. All of them. 5/50 (+1'd by you)
Modpack Arm && Gun = Modpack Meme Cannon 2/4
Holy meme spirit && Gun = ??? 1/??
Lord Calzerb uses Freeze on the Infernals. Just too easy.
Senor Banana dos a dance, suddenly making a giant banana fly out of the ground and hit Walker square in the crotch. Then a Giant taco hits him, as well as some green energy shirukens. I control tacos too, amigo.
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I just took the Minecraft Noob test! Check out what I scored. Think you can beat me?!
Potato kick-stater salad(a potato made of salad kick-starter.)7/25(or 10 if the helping effect works)
Tome of supporting level 2
The Reinforcement level 1
I quickly build The blasting pages level 0(on alchemy who makes you able to blast stuff in various ways from making a wave of poison poisoning multiple people to creating a column of blue fire and throwing spikes at high velocity everywhere(Basically you can choose either to deal one alteration effect or damage and you can target multiple people but then the effect is divided appropriately))
And the Transmutation field alternator(Allows you to turn anything in anything else but some characteristics can not change so for example if you turn a rock into a titan it will make a very frail and inefficient warrior)
Then I start combining the two together: The blasting pages && Transmutation field alternator 1/?
Seneca is disappointed in the End Sale's performance.
SeNeCa14: Another round in the alchemiter you go!
The End Sale && Machina && Redstone = ??? [?/?]
He then hands The Captain earplugs as bribery.
SeNeCa14: You are going to need them. And if you think you don't, at least don't go near that Dora thing.
Seneca brings a giant subwoofer up to the Transcendent Dora. He plugs in a microphone and starts speaking into it, naturally.
SeNeCa14: Do you wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world?
He then makes the mosty annoying sound in the world as detailed in the spoiler! It gets so loud and annoying that the sound reaches multiple level of existence, creating a sound wave that hits everything, in every timeline, dimension or shadow counterpart of ours in the exact same spot Transcendent Dora is standing. Which ends in an explosion. Transcendent or not, this must've hurt.
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Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
I motion for the Hunter-Chopper to fall back for a later battle while I support our bulwark over the bridge by using the Battalion's Backup. Two Anti-Zero entities near the front lines will take reduced damage for the turn!
25/30 Contingency Plan
2/? Endermite Sword
2/? Reverse Ender Grenade
+1 Pricey
+1 Bomber
"For the record Erelye, I have accounted for that. Or more precisely, the Council of Nine has accounted for that. They are working on a way to make whatever happens here the Alpha timeline or whatever you call it. Look, if time travel was going to cause paradox issues, it would have already. Note that someone already cured Richard's weakness to tubas, which since that nullifies a point of damage he took in the First Godmodding War, means he survives that war with 1 HP. If that didnt cause a paradox, then time travel wont cause any."
To create a show of force to aid in recruitment, I summon a ROFLCopter. Unfortunately, all this does is make everyone laugh at it! Not very good for recruitment at all! Luckily, I figure out how to win people back. I set up a pair of Ender Hooks on opposite sides of a flat section of the battlefield, link the ender pearls inside them to Richard and UserZero, then fire both Ender Hooks at each other. The result is that the Ender Pearls collide at high speed, smashing Richard and UserZero into each other, and inflicting damage not just from normal teleport damage from ender pearls (which happens to people that lack the endermancy to not be damaged by teleports like me), but also because they were teleported into each other, and at high speed too. In addition, it is highly likely one of them will recover first and capitalize on the opportunity to easily hit his opponent for high damage. If that fails, the ROFLCopter does stunts, distracting some entities.
Yaca Kf Kwa Cypjgvg kf Npus: 27/30 ============================== (+1 from Crusher)
Pretty Pretty, Shiny Shiny: 3/25 =========================
Bomber simply scoffs at Crusher's offer. "Is this some kind of bribe? I have no interest in joining a team that is fated to fail. Though, I will accept your generous donation of a charge."
Bomber opens a spellbook unrelated to the strange blue tome, flipping through musty pages for a few minutes. He then stops and plants his finger on one page, titled "Forceful Projectile". It was a simple yet potent spell, firing a high-speed arcane missile that typically sent its target sprawling several meters away. Having the spell memorized, he then prepared to amplify it with his Gargoyle Staff. Reading a few words from the book in his mind and concentrating, white sparks began to bounce off of the orb of his staff. The sparks slowly grow larger and brighter, as a hot white ball begins to form just above the orb. The sparks that bounce off are now looping back into the growing orb, which starts letting out a piercing note as it gains energy.
The chord becomes almost unbearable, before suddenly a loud BWEEM is heard as the projectile fires. It shoots toward Transcendent Dora, striking her with a powerful impact that sends out a small shockwave through the air and a resulting boom. It probably upset some of the Zerg but, ah, they'll be fine. The sheer impact of the projectile had launched her very far away and would have dealt out a harsh blow. Bomber closes the tome, which turns an shadowy black and melts away in his hands.
Da Shootier Bolter || "Irongutta's Guyd to More Dakka! Vol. 3" = Da Shootiest Bolter (Level 5: 4/6)
Pyrotheum Dust && Aerotheum Dust = Paeroytheum Dust (Level 3: 4/4)
Alchemy Complete!
UMVAEQLV SPD DWZQWVAW PXDGE WTTI JDQOX
IKL OJEY BEM VCRVMPB DKGSB XXHGACA
JWJVAWA TQDN GZ UXL XTOX BEMAT FPIOA
Hey Bomber, I gave you the +1 to attempt to recruit you to the Anti-Godmodder team. You probably wont join anyways though, but thats why I gave you a random +1.
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=Turn One=
(32 / 50) A Deck of Cards (+2 from Hezetor)
+1 to FBSN
+1 to Pricey
=Action=
AG: You know, the devs from Blizzard?
AG: They hate cheating; there shouldn't even be a Queen out at this point in the Zerg Base.
I then show doggy the majesty of a movie called Dogcopter. doggy suddenly learns how to summon a propeller to their back, and gains Flight! I then attempt to find Transcendent Boots, because why not? (the monkey. you know, boots the monkey.)
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
HUZZAH! Finally an Update that is remotely on-time!
To be continued, indeed.
The Popcorn Machine is instantly destroyed by the Anti-Popcorn Turret as it's in your hands. You are shredded while WeegeeWeArrrr is JUST out of range.
She is a Transcendent. She need not obey your silly laws of physics.
IT'S?!
Health Buffer && Ruler of Fabrication = The Reinforcement (Level 1: 2/2)
the Wisp is so low HP that it doesn't have a life time bar. Like, seriously, 5,000 HP. You could instant summon one WITHOUT a book and it would have more HP even if it wasn't brainwashed and thus buffed. A strong breeze could kill it.
You randomly buff the Wisp with a defense buff so it will NOT die to a breeze.
You manage to heal your Chopper to full HP!
doggy plants himself into the ground too hard to get sucked into the mayhem, which is actually good as this means the Grim Patrons are about to git gud. Sadly, though they really do get good, only 13 of them die...The rest, however, take 5,000 damage, making them MUCH softer in total! Demoralized, the Grim Patrons try to psyche themselves up to go another round, some still too drunk to care, and are about to drink a round of beer...
...When this happens. The Grim Patrons immediately commit suicide.
By Jaraxxus.
No, seriously, the Warlock goes so insane he sacrifices himself and all the Grim Patrons to an Eredar Lord of the Burning Legion the instant he loses his liquor.
In any case, Jaraxxus immediately breaks free, drenched in Grim Patron blood. They're all dead, though Jaraxxus holds no loyalties to anyone. And of course, the opening line...
"YOU FACE JARAXXUS, EREDAR LORD OF THE BURNING LEGION!!!"
Eredar Lord Jaraxxus summoned! He's a Hostile, so keep that in mind!
Let it be said that if this didn't follow Engie's insane superattack, they wouldn't have ALL committed suicide by Jaraxxus. They'd just punch their way out.
OK then.
The Captain quickly stashes it in his Inventory. +5% Bribe!
Walker has to be explicitly targeted-note how he's never been hit once when AoE's cropped up. By the time she'd have gotten to act, she'd only have hit the Really Cheap Minion. That, and you can just switch the order up and have her use Masakado in a surprise twist mid-rotation anyways. She's not confined to a pattern or anything. She's flexible.
I'm going to tell you, quickly, that Fseftr isn't reading your posts, period. He's trying to deliberately ignore you. Can't say I blame him, it's not like he's going to just give up his RP plans that quickly.
You're not entirely sure Pane is even around to recieve your message. Or bothers. He's probably got countermeasures. They all do.
5,000 damage! Dora then sucks in the T-Rex head, which is haphazardly placed onto her chest. "Muy bueno!" all the heads say...Jeez that's creepy.
'AG' members: 2/4.
Missed that, herp. It might be for the best that you keep track as well as I.
-ARTICLE TO BE GIVEN TOMORROW-
Augh. It either got deleted somehow, or something dumb happened.
3,000 damage to one of the Heads!
Mighty Beast summoned! It'll probably have around 80,000 HP or so.
800 damage! Those Protettores.
13,000 damage to Transcendent Dora!
+3% Bribery!
UserZero has no comment on your supposed claim that she knows the future. All godmodders do have some kind of instinctive future sight, but I doubt she's got eyes that far down the road, if you get what I mean, so the most you get out of her is rolling her eyes.
The Server has no name of its own. It's own unofficial name is the Zeroth Server, because UserZero just doesn't get why ever server has to end with -craft, and even then that's unofficial. As far as you can tell, there is literally no server name stored anywhere, in any variable.
You use the Endermite Pearl to distract the next 3 player attacks from attacking the Soul of the Core!
Ender Sword && Endermite Pearl = Endermite Sword (Level 4: 1/5)
Ender Grenade || Implosion Bomb = Reverse Ender Grenade (Level 3: 1/4)
'AG' players: 3/4.
Oh come on.
Nail Gun && Chain Gun = Chainail Gun (Level 3: 3/4)
Body Armor && TM17 = Divine Plate (Level 2: 3/3)
Divine Plate: A shield crackling with blue protective eneriges. It's use gives you temporary invincibility for an action, hence the name of Divine Plate, from a Paladin's Divine Shield. Yes.
Doggy is barred from its special abilities this round!
Mind Chalk: It crackles with not just Magical energy, but Psionic. great for anything involving magical mind-screw rituals.
Antique Sword && Note Block = Tenor (Level 5: 1/6)
Tenor: A sword. It is still made out of iron, but every swing creates a musical note. It seems to play appropriate sounds. It also has minor power over Sound itself, meaning you can misdirect and disorient people via sonic manipulation or stuff like that.
Antique Sword && Metronome = Rhythm (Level 8: 1/9)
Rhythm: A sword made of an odd green metal. It has great control over sound, allowing you to create Sonic bombs, make people mishear things, create vibrating frequencies to shatter/rend all sorts of things, and more!
Antique Sword && Jukebox = Vinyl (Level 5: 1/6)
Vinyl: A sword with a slot for a musical disc in it. Insert a disc, and the sword evolves into a completely different form based on the disc's music, which lasts for as long as the disc plays, at which point it forcefully ejects from the slot. A new one has to be put in afterwards.
UserZero slashes the bullet in half with a well-timed shuriken toss, somehow maintaining the spatial wreckage until it impacts her entities, to her dismay. It deals 30,000 damage to Transcendent Dora and another 60,000 at the Really Cheap Minion!
7 Larvae will turn into drones!
Module of Energy Shield manipulation: What do you THINK this does? It allows anything installed to have the ability to manipulate energy shields.
You heal Elizabeth for 1,000 HP!
Never Tell Me the Odds: This bad boy will allow you to screw around with odds and probabilities...To a limited extent. Sadly, it will cap at 90% chance to or to not happen, and it gets iffy if there's more than two possible outcomes. However, it's extremely powerful within its parameters.
Richard is shielded! Weegee stomps the ground in frustration.
WeegeeWeArrrr: If we don't, she'll...Well.
WeegeeWeArrrr: Her damage output could two-shot us with ease!
WeegeeWeArrrr: Allying with you is not an option!
WeegeeWeArrrr: Plus, Richard would betray us if we really somehow made it that far alive!
WeegeeWeArrrr: Nothing personal, but we have no choice in this matter!
Ender Matrix && Demon Blood Shard = Demonic Matrix (Level 5: 1/6)
Tome of Knowledge Unwritten && Raspberry Pi = The Multinet (Level 10: 1/11)
The Green Pig is instantly sucked into Traho and dies. This wasn't intentional on the Soul of the Core's part, so guess what happened?
Richard refuses, muttering something about 'not going all out yet.'
She'll do as you say.
You open a portal, specifically, to when Mercury's world is oblitherated. You do this because it ought to have better impact, mentally, on Mercury than it would the whole universe, you think, given his career status.
You(r Minecraft Avatar is/)are promptly obliterated by the Red Sea, which is the cause of death for Mercury's homeworld. UserZero quickly seals the portal shut thereafter.
5,000 damage to Transcendent Dora!
doggy can't use Anti-Auda due to having his abilities sealed this turn by Gastro Acid!
He takes it gladly. Nothing happens, because the Dynamite doesn't go off, because it wasn't lit beforehand.
'AG' members: 4/4.
Hrm, that was honestly unexpected.
5,000 damage to Transcendent Dora!
He'll do as you say.
Richard simply puts on a spiked mask, causing everyone to reconsider punching him in the face. They then kick him in the groin...And he has a cup, predictably, and they go home in depression.
Weegee sees the future of this, and opts to pay his 2 HP fine to the Potatoes.
5,000 damage to Transcendent Dora!
Technically, he never gets over it FULLY, but he's no longer going to be a crippled wreck just by LOOKING at one. They're still enough of a kryptonite factor that it will screw the Curse of Repetetiveness(tm) over, though, and it's worse here than it was in DTG1.
Richard shoots the Roflcopter down immediately, knowing how that will probably go for him (IE: not well).
As it stands, all it takes is a confirmation and they're official. Unbelievable.
Paeroytheum Dust: A combination of Pyrotheum and Aerotheum dust, this whirls with the fury of a full-blown firestorm-fast as the wind and fierce as the fire.
Dora was the only one thrown into the Traho, thus she's the only Transcendent. Boots was spared.
And yes. That is SPARED.
@Crusher48, @NinjaV2403, @ProofofconcepT and @nulitor are all promptly swept off their feet and are washed in a white light as they glow a soft green. I'm going to ask you this once, JUST to be sure, since some of you seemed a bit hesitant: Do you want to make this faction? Are you really sure? If you do, you are not allowed to abandon until MUCH later on. Crusher48, an additional amendum: You are not the final answer on entities, this will be just like the AGs and PGs were in DTG2. Not exactly organized in any sense except agenda and, usually, targets. I'm making sure NOW.
The Crimson Scale glows with light and then shatters, leaving a small red singularity. The singularity explodes outwards, spewing a red mist all over the battlefield. Suddenly, the Sketched Deathknight, The Essence of the Destroyed, Lord Calzerb, The Balloon Drake, Cerberus, and doggy all simultaneously freeze in place. Cue nigh-syncronized frenzied screaming. Massive red glyphs suddenly manifest over their skin, and they start muttering/shrieking/roaring things about "the eye" and the "butterfly effect" as they attempt to rip their eyeballs out, to mercifully minimal success. They all take an immediate 8,000 damage (-4% Inflation for the Balloon Drake), as well as a temporary Fear effect this round only-it works on all six. The red mist remains above the battlefield: The Crimson Smog is now the weather, so appreciate that this will now be the bane of your existence for the next FIVE turns-once a turn a random (and given the majority, probably AZ) entity will suddenly find themselves in a bad way similar to this, feared and given 8,000 damage. On The Sketched Deathknight and Lord Calzerb, the glyphs seems to slowly brighten, and their screams seem to slowly grow in intensity...This just can’t end well. In fact, I’m going to bet they’re going to go insane once that new, bolded 'Tipping the Scales' charge finishes. As in, Hostile Insane.
The Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect decides Cerberus is the most invalid Klingon word of the lot and mauls the damaged head for a Feared 15,000 damage! He then takes 2,000 burn damage. Lord Jaraxxus reveals his lovely immunity to Fear before deciding to summon two Infernals to start rather than do anything. The Infernals are pretty strong guys. The Mighty Beast roars at the Essence of the Destroyed, spooping it into a Feared 12,000 damage!
The Soldier who just arrived Fires at Elizabeth for 2,500 damage! Another solider comes as well! The Wisp finds more aid in helping than hurting, thus restores another 1,000 HP to the Fortress!
Zappy uses a Fin Boomerang on the Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect, dealing 4,000 damage and generating charge! Elizabeth fires off an Agidyne worth 5,000 damage at Transcendent Dora! UserZero quickly blocks her Card attack before she can finish off Dora! The Lesser Balloon Whelp irks out 5,000 damage to kill the Really Cheap Minion! The Zerg forces convert all seven Larvae into Drones just as the second one is finished! The TNT cannon cools by 2! Senor Banana wails on the Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect for 4,000 damage via Banana-based offensive!
Transcendent Dora is barely hanging on…And looks at Zappy. Her mouth opens, and she quickly devours Zappy whole, adding it to her steadily-increasing mass, and gaining some of Zappy’s tricks, as well as getting much-needed HP. Her other masses the fire off a gravity bomb at Elizabeth, dealing 500 damage.
Richard flings +2s at Pricey and crystalcat, then takes his newfound super-shield and awesome hammer to levy it against WeegeeWeArrr, who is, as usual, busy planning. WeegeeWeArrrr quickly undertakes a very literal menaing to the word ‘Brainstorming.’ 3 damage to WeegeeWeArrrr! WeegeeWeArrrr sweats…He’s in the instant-kill range of UserZero!
UserZero doesn’t care at all. She +2s her whole faction, and teleports the very minimal PZ side backwards a considerable distance. Before you can clear it, you find that she’s healed Transcendant Dora to full…
UserZero: were you seriously expecting me to sit there and do nothing?
UserZero: pls, she’s the last entity I’ve got!
UserZero: plus, 'dem Hostilioes are kind of targeting you a lot.
Terrain: Creep (+5% Evasion to Zerg units)
Weather: Crimson Smog (Fear effect and 8,000 damage to random entity per turn): [|||||]
[???] The Captain: 20/20 HP. Bribing: [100% AZ=====|=====0=====|=====PZ -100%] 79%. Decides next turn.
[H] Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect: 64,000/150,000 HP. Burn: [|||]
[H] Eredar Lord Jaraxxus: 300,000/300,000 HP. Spawns an Infernal each turn. OBLIVION!!!: [|||||]
[H] Infernals: 20,000/20,000 HP x2.
[H] Mighty Beast: 80,000/80,000 HP. Doesn't attack Dogs, double damage to cats.
[N] Fortress: 62,000/70,000 HP. Structures: Base, Shrine, Mine. EVIL: 24%. Soldiers: 2. Soldier Cap: 2/3. Will switch to 'AG' upon creation!
[N] Wisp: 5,000/5,000 HP. Better at repair than attack. Will switch to 'AG' upon creation!
[N-BOSS] Soul of the Core: Heads: 83,000/100,000 HP x2; 80,000/100,000 HP x1; +3 shields (defend against 1 entity hit each); +3 Endermites (defend against 1 Player hit each); Body: 1,500,000/1,499,000 HP. Body has high defense. Body occasionally sucks in attacks not aimed at it. Triple-Action while all heads are alive; double action if two are alive. Inflicts Gravcrush on all entities it attacks/is attacked by. Wildfire Waltz: [|||] Gravity Falls: [||||] Terminus: [|||||] Takes reduced damage from Player actions while atomicAmiable is active; Takes reduced damage from Entity actions while antimatterAugry is active.
[N-B] WeegeeWeArrrr: 23/40 HP.
['AG'] Over-9000inator : 10,000/10,000 HP. IT'SOVER: [|||]. NOT PRESENT ON THE FIELD.
['AG'] Doge: 5,000/5,000 HP (does not attack unless an entity on its team is attacked first, will bodyguard for allies, respawns 1 round after death if there are still allied entities present). NOT PRESENT ON THE FIELD.
['AG'] Agar.io: 25,000/25,000 HP. has a 25% chance to devour an entity with lower HP than it each round, adding that entity's HP to its own. It can split to create 2 copies of Agar.io with half HP and either evade an attack or automatically devour something that one of the splits can devour. NOT PRESENT ON THE FIELD.
[AZ] Sketched Deathknight: 52,000/115,000 HP. Dark Rush: [||] Action: Tipping the Scales: [|||||]
[AZ] Shadow of Limbo: Essence of the Destroyed: 44,000/55,000 HP. Flooding of the Dead: [|||]
[AZ] Zappy: 35,001/45,001 HP. Laser Charge: 1. Thunderstorm Charge: 6.
[AZ] doggy: 66,900/80,000 HP. Gets more damage when attacking the same target each round. Can learn a new trick instead of attacking. Tricks: Hama/Mudo (low-chance instant kill; From Elizabeth, somehow); Anti-Auda (25% Attack down for 3 turns. Can be stacked once for double the effect. From Gamma Phantom); Evasive (gained from the Late Neo); Terminus [|||||] (Instant kill with minor damage to others; From Soul of the Core).
[AZ] Lord Calzerb: 97,700/125,000 HP. Tipping the Scales: [|||||]
[AZ] Elizabeth: 17,000/20,000 HP. Can only take 5,000 damage per turn. Double-Action. Medigoloan: [|||||] Actions: Agridyne Dora, then smack her with cards.
[AZ] Protettores: 10,000/10,000 HP x4; 9,200/10,000 HP x1. 10% Damage Reduction; abysmal attack. Defending the Zerg Overlord. Defense mode: 20% Damage Reduction, but can't attack.
[AZ] Balloon Drake: HP: 99,977,000/1,000,000,000. Inflation: 93%. Airborn while above 100% inflation. Dies at either 0% or 200% inflation. Breath of Life: [||]
[AZ] Lesser Balloon Whelp: 1,000,000/1,000,000 HP. Inflation: 100%.
[AZ] Combine Hunter-Chopper: 20,000/20,000 HP. Airborn. Minestorm [||]. Deals more damage, but takes more damage, with Proximity. Proximity: 3/3.
[AZ] Zerg Forces: Unit Cap: 0/10.
Overlord: 10,000/10,000 x1 HP. Being Defended by Protettores. Adds 8 to unit cap.
Hatchery: 30,000/30,000 HP. Drone Production: [||]. Will turn the Terrain to Creep next turn. Larvae: 0 Generates 3 Larvae per turn if not at Unit cap.
Spawning Pool: 8,500/20,000 HP. Gains 8,500 HP per turn. When fully healed for the first time, it becomes functional.
[AZ] TNT Cannon: 25,000/25,000 HP. Heat: [|||||\|||||] 2 Cool.
[AZ] Cerberus: 35,000/35,000 HP x 3; 25,000/35,000 HP x 1.. Loses power with each Head/HP Bar lost. Eviction: [|||] Distinction: [||||]
[AZ] IMET: 115,000/115,000 HP. Can't attack.
[AZ] Senor Banana: 29,500/30,000 HP.
[PZ] Transcendent Dora: 115,001/115,001 HP. Will attempt to assimilate an entity each turn, gaining its HP, damage, and possibly a special attack. Failed attacks can also give her such. Swiper: [||] Charges: 2 Laser, 7 Thunderbolt.
[PZ] Walker: 15/20 HP. Respawns 1 Round after death.
[AZ-γ] Godmodder477: 40/50 HP.
[GM] UserZero: 139/150 HP.
Distance to Yggdrasil: 4535.
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And... too late.
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For some reason, all my internet browsers on my laptop rebelled. Which was strange considering I could still play Hearthstone.
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.
The Winged: 30/30 ============================== (+1 from Nimbleguy and jondanger)
The Relative: 14/50 ================================================== (+4 from ninjatwist, +3 from Pricey, +2 from Bomber, +1 from Tazz, Nimbleguy and jondanger) [DATA ENCRYPTED]
Scribe's Wands && Rorschach Drop || Blot of Ink = The Spillers (4/5)
One-Sided Die && Wands || Arcade Cabinet = Integer Overflow (2/?) And now you forgot to tell me this thing's level.
+2 to jondanger.
"I don't know if he does, but I do."
You... You did read Act 5, right? I didn't die.
The Scribe looks at the ruined corpse of Octothorpe. The giant squid monster dissolved into ink shortly after death, its body decomposing into corrupted liquid. The Scribe runs across what's left of Octothorpe, finding an array of black arches - Octothorpe's ribs. In the middle of his ribs rests a pulsating white sigil of undefinable power: #. The Scribe grins and takes it.
"One down."
The Scribe begins to craft another insignia, this one different than the previous tapestry that summoned Octothorpe. The most immediate difference is that the Scribe isn't even using a pen to mark this one onto the ground - he's using a quill. An ashen quill whose colors mirror those found on a stormy day. An ashen quill that - somehow - writes without ink. The quill that the Scribe is using was plucked from a bird without age, without sight, and without time. A predator of the most anachronistic kind. A vulture of time.
The quill represents something disturbing and forsaken - absence. The color of the quill, although tangible, gives the feather an eerie quality, as if it's more of a hole in space rather than an object. It writes without any ink at all - is it even writing? Upon closer examination, no. The quill appears to be actually etching patterns of nothingness into the earth, carving patterns of destruction all the way down to bedrock, creating carvings of nothingness across the Battlefield.
The next difference between this insignia and Octothorpe's is that, quite obviously, they're shaped differently. But there's more to it than that - this insignia isn't telling a story at all. Its purpose is much more immediate and functional. Put quite simply, the Scribe is creating a gateway. A gateway carved from flowing destruction as the Scribe creates helical patterns against the angular backdrop of Minecraftia.
After several minutes, the Scribe's latest insignia is finished. It was carved in a very specific way, being made of spirographical and helical patterns twisted around a base in the middle of the insignia - a ruined tree trunk, blackened by a wayward strike of lightning at an indeterminate point in the past. The Scribe takes out something from his coat: a spherical glass container. Inside of it is a very peculiar object - a rift.
"All of my past experiments and summons have had the very real risk of posing serious harm to me. I've managed to avoid injury through all of them, with the exception of the unintended side effect of summoning the Captain over here. This summon, however, will most likely result in some or all of my flesh being melted from my bones - permanently." The Scribe holds this spherical container carefully. Inside is a floating globule of liquid, liquid that displays the galaxies of the universe in all their majesty. "This is a rift between dimensions. I acquired it from my last foray into the dimension I'm about to head into. That's also where I got this quill. And it is where I will get my latest... assistant."
The Scribe grips the container carefully. "The only way I can get to this place is by shattering this rift in the middle of what I've just carved. The liquid of this rift will seep into the cracks in this earth and create a flaming gateway that will rip my being across space and time and transmute it into the other side of existence... into the Mistake." He readies his aim. "I can only hope that nothing else follows me through this rift. It should destabilize several minutes after its creation... or it will expand into an all-encompassing inferno that will sterilize this planet and pave the way for armageddon. One or the other."
"Yes, I'm aware of the risks. But in the pursuit of a finished battle, in the pursuit of knowledge... risks must be taken." The Scribe flings the interdimensional rift onto the tree trunk. The glass shatters and the liquid universe spills all over the ground, creating a massive fireball that pulverizes the earth and vaporizes the clouds. The tree trunk is lit in flames, and the crevices the Scribe carved into the earth dance with fuchsia flames. The place where the rift impacted has materialized into a giant portal in the shape of an odd symbol that the Scribe knows very well. It's the second in the chain, after all. The symbol echoes with images of far-off universes and places where no one has stepped foot in. So, without a second thought, the Scribe steps foot through the portal.
Not a second later, the Scribe realizes that he's falling. Yet he can't see where he's falling from or falling to, and he can't hear any wind whistling in his ears. He can't even feel his limbs, or what he's wearing on them. The only way he knows that he's falling is that he's keenly aware that there's something getting closer to him, and it's something very expansive and very flat - the ground. But with no way to move, the Scribe has no way to prepare.
The Scribe hasn't realized it yet, but he's trapped in the hell of his own body. True to his word, he hasn't come out completely unscathed after his entry through the portal. His coat, scarf, and boots are all caught on fire, and his descent isn't doing much to slow the sparks and embers that are making their way across him. Burns mar his body, and the flesh on his face appears to be, for lack of a better word... melted. His senses appear to be completely scrambled, as he's lost all of them. The only gifts he has left are thought and intuition - but if he hits the ground at this rate, he won't even have those.
After several more seconds of constant falling, the Scribe gets a quite literal sinking feeling in his chest - a sense that this is it. The point of no return. If he doesn't do something fast, he'll be a cubic pancake. But then, something happens. The Scribe passes through a barrier of some kind, a field. Instantly, the falling stops, and the Scribe starts to float. It's as if he's suspended in some sort of liquid. The fire dies down, and the Scribe's senses are at least somewhat restored - although the damage to his body has been done. And with that, the Scribe is able to see where he is clearly.
He's made it to the Mistake - a forgotten realm, a pocket in between the great expanse of worlds Minecraftia is made up of. This place is where discarded ideas and thoughts go to rot in a vertical drop of nothingness - of absence. The normal rules of reality don't necessarily apply here - they too are absent. Gravity, for the most part, is a foreign concept, as is air - hence why the Scribe is floating and the flames around him aren't burning. The abyss around him is made of wayward locales and people - and the field he just passed through marked the start of the Mistake itself. Before then, it would seem that he was traveling through the Void.
The Scribe floats his way down to a sizable platform - one that is a spitting image of the place he just left. It's carved from blackened stone, and inscribed in it is a series of hexagonal patterns - ones that are angular and geometric unlike the circular shapes the Scribe had carved. Yet the two of them somehow carry the same form, the same pattern, and the same location. And in the middle of the patterns lies a giant tree made of black wood with rotting black leaves. The Scribe walks forward, tracing the patterns made in nothingness.
"This is... new. I had figured the unorthodox methods from which I entered here would have resulted in something like this, but... what is this tree? The closest thing I can think of is... Yggdrasil itself. But this obviously isn't it. So what is it?" No sooner had the words left the Scribe's mouth than he heard a voice from above. This is unorthodox. Something like what entered here. The Scribe whips his head around, listening for something. That voice sounded like a hastily stitched-together repeat of what he had said earlier, copying his speech patterns but being decidedly alien at the same time.
"Who's there? What are you? And why are you copying me?" Again, the voice sounded in an instant. The closest thing I can think of is something new. Why? I had figured you are obviously unorthodox. The Scribe, unable to pinpoint exactly where the voice is coming from, thinks for a second. "I need to expand your vocabulary so that we can get a conversation going... Hm. Do you know who I am? And tell me about your... voice." I am your need to expand. I am the closest thing to a conversation. I am copying you to tell you about me. The Scribe walks closer to the massive tree. "Interesting. Can you tell me what your name is? And what this tree is?" I need to tell you your name. And this tree... This tree is interesting. "You need to tell me my name? I think you don't quite understand what will go on here." The Scribe keeps walking. Don't go there. The Scribe abruptly stops. "Why shouldn't I?" Obviously, you don't quite understand this tree and you don't understand me. "I don't know anything about you because you haven't told me anything about you! Stop speaking in riddles and stop mimicking me! Your voice is seriously starting to creep me out." You are starting to think of anything you can to know who I am. But I think you don't need to. "Of course I need to know who you are! I intend to bring someone here to the real world, after all!" There is a pause.
To the real world... Who?
"Alright, you live here. Maybe you know who I'm looking for. I'm trying to find a bird who rules over darkness and absence. Do you know anyone like that?" A bird who rules over darkness? This is who you are looking for? I can tell you about the bird. The Scribe grins. "Now that's the answer I'm trying to get. If you know anything about him, then feel free to tell me." The Scribe's expression pales as a massive set of ashen wings unfurls, spreading from the black tree itself. I am the bird.
Quick as a blur, the shape flashsteps out of the trees, the wings disappearing. The Scribe leaps backwards as the bird slams into the ground below, somehow making no noise but carrying an unrealistic amount of weight behind its force. From what the Scribe can tell, this bird is unlike anything he's ever seen. Its body is ashen, made of various hues of black and grey. Its wings are covered of the same feathers that the Scribe possesses, and its form essentially resembles like a giant tear in space. It's not completely dark like Octothorpe, but it is much more expressionless and devoid, representing absence in its purest form. "Well then. I believe that we should get rid of the pleasantries and the games. What are you?"
Pilcrow. My full title being Pilcrow the Devoid. I am the master of darkness and absence. The Scribe dusts off his pants. "Yes, well, I got that much. Why did you feel the need to copy everything I said and limit your speech?" Pilcrow makes a chirping sound that sounds like a razor blade scraping a chalkboard. You seem like one who has traveled a great deal - and I know much about you already. You should know that beings with an infinitude of knowledge tend to conceal what they say behind riddles and ciphers - if you haven't done so already, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not the first being you've met to do this, and I won't be the last. "Hmm. That's a good answer. Now, what about that tree over there?" Oh, just one of my many nests. There are millions of those trees around here, you know. Each one of them holds its own sad and tragic story. "A story?" Yes. A story of a life cut short. Come, Scribe. Walk with me.
Pilcrow flies silently against the static skies of the Mistake, and the Scribe walks alongside him. "What exactly constitutes a life in this circumstance, er, Pilcrow?" That tree is Yggdrasil, but it's not. It's a failed Yggdrasil. A dead world tree from a dead world - a deleted world. Perhaps its player struck it from the record after they died in a fit of anger, or perhaps it was corrupted. I know not the rhyme or reason to it, but what matters is that all fallen worlds, all mistakes... they all end up here eventually. It's a limbo of sorts, a twilight zone. And no, it's not Limbo or the Twilight Zone. I take it you know the difference between those realms and this realm? "That's not even a question." I thought so. Now keep walking. We're almost there. "What do you mean? We've barely moved!" Look closer.
The Scribe turns his back and sees that he's on a completely different platform, one with another tree, but one with stone columns and a ruined village. The platform with the hexagonal patterns is hundreds and hundreds of feet above him, with a variety of others floating in between. He puts his head in his hands. "How did we just... What... This place... it's giving me a headache." You learn to get used to it. Now, explain to me more about why you're here. "Er, well. There's a war going on in a server perpendicular from us. Two godmodders are fighting, I guess to settle an old-time score. But I have a feeling there's much more at stake than just a simple duel. This could be potentially the most terrible war fought since the Psi-Godmodding War." Hm. That is dangerous.
"I've come here... in my quest... to see if I could get you to join me on the field. We could fight side by side, and you could help me take out the opposition. You could help me take out UserZero." UserZero... Alright. I'll do it. She has been responsible for many a dead tree down here. She is nothing but trouble. Yet, what about the other side? The one we are helping? That would be a godmodder named Richard. I sense a great future in him - one I feel I should be a part of. One I feel we should all guide so that he can eliminate the threat of UserZero. Interesting. You've enticed me. But I wonder how you will react to this. Come.
The Scribe and Pilcrow walk to a rather large dead Yggdrasil, one whose main entrance has been blown apart, revealing a jagged hole. I think you should see what lies inside the heart of a corpse.
The two of them walk inside, the interior somehow much larger than the exterior would suggest. A ruined maze makes up the brunt of what's inside of the tree, and the carvings on its roof seem to suggest a tale of utter destruction and annihilation. There's a doorway across from the Scribe and Pilcrow, one that they walk through in synch. And there, floating in the middle of a hexagonal chamber, is a dead First Block. A cube whose surface is pitch-black, offline, never to be turned on. This is the wreckage of a First Block. It's what's known as a Blind Spot. "A Blind Spot... I've never even thought of this existing." Perhaps you should have. These things don't have nearly as much potential as their living counterparts, but that isn't to say they're completely useless. "Then what do they do?"
A dull throb emanates from the Blind Spot, the chamber lighting up somewhat. Fix mistakes. Echoes fill the chamber. Echoes of a time in the past when this tree, even for the briefest of instants, had generated and was living and thriving, creatures making their homes in its roots and branches and leaves, all of nature coexisting in harmony, fixated around this one geometric spot. Echoes of a world touched by human hand, and promptly forgotten. Echoes fill the chamber, reminding it of Yggdrasil. The illusion lasts for a second, and when it stops, it is jarring. "...I could swear I was actually inside Yggdrasil for a moment." Yes. I know. Sometimes I use these to get a fleeting glimpse of life above the surface. Oftentimes I use them to fuel my own power. But rarely, I theorize. And I wonder if, perhaps, one of these could be used to fix me, and to be bring me back up.
The Scribe looks at the Blind Spot, its power growing stronger with each tick of the universal clock, its noises getting more elaborate, its surface getting less black and more corporeal. "...How did you get down here?" I'm a failed Enderdragon. The Scribe stops in his tracks and looks at Pilcrow in shock. "You're a what?" You heard me. I was generated as one of the first Enderdragons to be put in a human version of the game. But I was a mistake. An error. And my form was taken away, and I became absence. I became a bird, not a dragon. I became a space, not a shape. I was something before. And now I am nothing.
The Scribe chuckles. "This is perfect, then! I think I can use this to bring us both back up to the server. I don't exactly think I can give you a corporeal form again... But using this, I can supercharge you so you can actually exist up there. Besides, your powers of darkness and absence would serve me very well, trust me." Alright. If you believe you can accomplish this feat, then I will let you be my guide up to the Overworld. Take it away, Scribe. The Scribe looks at the glowing Blind Spot with determination. "With pleasure."
On the Overworld, the portal used by the Scribe to get to the Mistake - that of a pilcrow - is still burning, its flames raging across the Battlefield and creating an inferno several hundred blocks tall. But then, the flames deteroriate out of existence. They don't fade away and die, they abruptly stop. Their forms glitch out, turn monochrome, and still burn - yet they're transparent, as if someone slid their opacity down a few notches. Two shapes step out from the portal - the Scribe, and the darkened form of Pilcrow.
"Here you are. The real world." Ah... It's just as beautiful as I remembered. Now I will get the chance to use my powers against a true villain and her own comrades. The Scribe snaps his fingers, and the portal slips away, as does the fire. He takes out Meownir, grinning alongside Pilcrow.
"Attack!" Attack!
Pilcrow: [AZ] HP: ~140,000, judging from Cerberus.
Pilcrow is a vulture from the Mistake, a pocket dimension where all failed creations from Minecraft go. It makes his home in the dead Yggdrasils that represent every deleted world, and it's the master of absence and nothingness. Yet it itself is a mistake, a failed Enderdragon. Pilcrow is able to manifest here because of the power of a Blind Spot, a dead First Block. The Blind Spot is able to give Pilcrow special powers, but if his link with it is destroyed... then things get tricky.
ATTACKS:
Calligraphy II: Will use nothingness to etch random symbols into the ground from the purest language of Ink. Roll a D10.
(1) Etches the symbol for Sight. A giant unknown eye leers at an enemy and an ally, dealing light damage to the enemy and high damage to the ally.
(2) Etches the symbol for Hail. Acidic pellets of hail rain from the skies that burn through an enemy and an ally, dealing moderate damage to both.
(3) Etches the symbol for Blood. Pools of black blood form at the feet of three random entities, Poisoning them for two turns and dealing light damage to all of them.
(4) Etches the symbol for Error. Allows for a reroll and deals high damage to a completely random enemy.
(5) Etches the symbol for Spirit. A ghost appears from the depths below, haunting an enemy for moderate damage with a 50% chance of inflicting Fear for two turns.
(6) Etches the symbol for Lost. Completely disorients an enemy, dealing moderate damage and Confusing them for two turns.
(7) Etches the symbol for Sun. The sun positions itself right next to an enemy, dealing moderately high damage and Burning them for three turns.
(8) Etches the symbol for Moon. The moon positions itself right next to an enemy, dealing moderately high damage and healing an ally for half of the damage the enemy took.
(9) Etches the symbol for Metal. Locks an enemy in a cage, preventing them from attacking but preventing anyone from attacking them for that EOTB.
(10) Etches the symbol for Nothing. Completely erases an enemy's being, dealing very high damage.
The Tectrix: Pilcrow swoops down with its wings, obliterating an entire chunk from the world and creating a chunk error that pulls an enemy inside, dealing moderately high damage and trapping them for a turn so that their attacks have a chance to miss and all enemy attacks against them have a chance to miss. There is a 33% chance for the chunk error to persist for another turn and pull another random entity in as well.
The Calibur: Pulls an enemy towards a massive vortex of Pilcrow's own design, dealing moderate damage and inflicting them with the Oblivion status effect for two turns. Can attack multiple enemies at once.
Waiting: Pilcrow manipulates time so that an enemy ages dramatically, making them weak and old. Pilcrow uses the energy taken from what the enemy could have done and heals itself for a moderately high amount of health, promptly damaging the enemy for that same amount of health.
Line Break: Pilcrow grabs an enemy and tears their code in half, adding in useless filler code that heavily corrupts them, dealing moderate damage and inflicting them with the Corruption status effect for two turns. Has a 50% chance to spread to another entity. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
Shadow's Edge: Duplicates a move used by an ally or an enemy and using it against an enemy with the same effect. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
SPECIAL ATTACKS:
Never the End: Channels its inner Enderdragon powers, creating a massive whirlpool of amethyst fire that targets three enemies at once, dealing moderately high damage to all of them and Burning them for two turns. Takes 3 turns to charge up. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
Aeon: Pilcrow teleports itself and an enemy into a pocket dimension and makes it so neither of them can leave. Pilcrow slows down its own internal processes so it can survive for millenia without moving, and then permanently follows its enemy until they die of old age, no matter how long it takes. Pilcrow then feasts on their energy, dealing high damage. Takes 4 turns to charge up.
The Cataract: Unleashes the power of the Blind Spot, creating a titanic beam of raw oblivion that deals very high damage to an enemy, Blinding them for three turns (rendering them unable to attack) and dealing recoil damage to Pilcrow. Takes 5 turns to charge up. Only usable with the Blind Spot active.
Correction: Destroys the Blind Spot. Takes 5 turns to charge up.
PASSIVES:
The Blind Spot: The Blind Spot has power over oblivion, as well as the power to correct mistakes - by purging them. In this form, the Blind Spot lets Pilcrow exist in the Overworld, and it also gives him access to several powerful attacks. If Pilcrow uses Correction, the Blind Spot will be removed, and Pilcrow will enter Break Mode. In this form, Pilcrow will become incredibly glitched, becoming invincible but losing so much stability that it will disappear 3 turns after Correction's activation.
In Break Mode, Pilcrow gains several new attacks to make up for the ones it loses.
Control: Pilcrow shuts down the higher functions of an enemy's brain, rendering them susceptible to Pilcrow's own mental powers. Pilcrow controls the enemy to attack itself and its own kin for moderately high damage.
Alternate: Pilcrow uses the special attack of another entity on the field against an enemy, duplicating its effects.
Delete: Pilcrow instantly kills an enemy if it has 25,000 HP or below.
While the Blind Spot is active, Pilcrow has a passive regeneration and a 50% chance to let two allies minicrit.
Pilcrow uses The Calibur on Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect, and Cerberus uses Eviction on Transcendant Dora!
I start no new charges.
Wand && Gold = The Midas Touch 2/? (you didn't tell me the level last turn)
I send boneswords up to attack the head of the Air Attack Train, while I attempt to attack one of the soul of the cores' head with ice and normal arrows.
Come to kspcity! Transportation
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/tra
Industry
http://kerbalcity.myminicity.com/ind
Dang IT.
/null
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
Btw, I did read Act 5, but my character never heard of what happened. My character only knows what happened up to Act 4. So the ignorance is in-character, not OOC. /null
i hit the souls head with the Topaz Frying Pan.
Useful Summon of Doom 3/25
A somewhat useful summon: 13/20
2+ to whoever attacks the Soul first
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!
You DO know that not specifying a person is against the rules, right? /null
Please check out my PvP map based around explosions and fire, FireFight!
Sometimes, I wonder why they call mapmakers mapmakers and not cartographers.
Dragons n' Stuff
Please click!
25/25 (Project "Revelation")
Inventory:
Data Crystal (Level 1)
Chaos Control "Sword" (Level 5)
Holocrom Datea Storige (Level 0)
Shockjewel Armor (Level 3)
Something big is coming...
Itss... its...
THE SPIRIT OF MOTHERWILL MK2!!
Armor: 1,000,000 HP (Protects Energy core)
Energy Core: 200,000 HP (If destroyed entity dies / Takes 10,000 damage for every Cannon or Hanger destroyed)
Long Range Energy Cannons 20,000 HPx3 (Deals 20,000 damage times number of cannons alive to one target, can only be fired at long ranges, takes one turn to reload after a attack)
Point Defence Cannons: 15,000 HPx10 (Deals 500 damage times number of cannons alive to one target, can only attack target a close range)
Hanger Bay: 10,000 HPx7 (Each hanger bay summons 10 drones that can only attack at close range)
http://armoredcore.wikia.com/wiki/Spirit_of_Motherwill
And guess what, its my own mobile base!
FAR FAR AWAY FROM THE BATTLEFIED, I WILL SNIPE YOU AND LAUGH AT YOUR ATTEMPT TO GET ME.
ITS CANNONS WILL BLAST YOU ANYTHING THAT TRIES TO ATTACK IT APART!
(Spirit of motherwill MK2 is summoned far away, i order to be attacked a player/entity needs to go to it in order to attack it, but it does not need to move to shoot you with its long range cannons!) (Takes 1 turn to get to Spirit of Motherwill MK2, in this phase, the entity is vulnerable to being attacked by the Long ranged cannons.)
Other charge will be used next update ok?
...oops
Kanohi Hau Nuva: 22/25
Skarmory: 19/25
Lightning bolt || Lightning rod: 5/6
With my Trace of Magic, I shoot concentrated Darkness at Transcendent Dora.
DTG0 Inventory: Radiant Sights, Spellweaver, Thunderstruck, Kanohi Hau Nuva
Mask work: Coming Soon!
BIONICLE Antics
@Babysphee. You are summoning all of these memes. You are upsetting the balance of memes in the world. I recommend you pray to me, the literal GOD OF MEMES to fix this discord in the memeverse. (NOTE: the memeverse transcends all time and space. It is eternal. It is memes.)
I fire a holy meme blast at the SOUL OF THE CORE!
The Nearly Incomplete Certainly Extremely Memey with Extra Meme Explosives (Or NICEMEME, for short) 8/20
All the Snakes. All of them. 5/50 (+1'd by you)
Modpack Arm && Gun = Modpack Meme Cannon 2/4
Holy meme spirit && Gun = ??? 1/??
Sometimes a battle yields no victor.
Fear is Freedom! Control is Liberty!
Contradiction is Truth! That is the reality of this world!
Avatar by TwinBuilder
Bloody Knife && Gold Ingots = Golden Murderer Knife 3/3 Finished!
Soulless Heart && Linked Blade && Tainted Essence = Darkheart 3/9
Neo Ultima 9/15
Drakunith 1/4
With my new knife, I stab Kinglon Autocorrect.
Lord Calzerb uses Freeze on the Infernals. Just too easy.
Senor Banana dos a dance, suddenly making a giant banana fly out of the ground and hit Walker square in the crotch. Then a Giant taco hits him, as well as some green energy shirukens. I control tacos too, amigo.
I just took the Minecraft Noob test! Check out what I scored. Think you can beat me?!
To take the test, check out
http://minecraftnoobtest.com/test.php
War, war never changes.
The Beginning.
http://technoterra.myminicity.com
I am pretty sure I want to join AG
Potato kick-stater salad(a potato made of salad kick-starter.)7/25(or 10 if the helping effect works)
Tome of supporting level 2
The Reinforcement level 1
I quickly build The blasting pages level 0(on alchemy who makes you able to blast stuff in various ways from making a wave of poison poisoning multiple people to creating a column of blue fire and throwing spikes at high velocity everywhere(Basically you can choose either to deal one alteration effect or damage and you can target multiple people but then the effect is divided appropriately))
And the Transmutation field alternator(Allows you to turn anything in anything else but some characteristics can not change so for example if you turn a rock into a titan it will make a very frail and inefficient warrior)
Then I start combining the two together: The blasting pages && Transmutation field alternator 1/?
10/25 | Headslide
Seneca is disappointed in the End Sale's performance.
SeNeCa14: Another round in the alchemiter you go!
The End Sale && Machina && Redstone = ??? [?/?]
He then hands The Captain earplugs as bribery.
SeNeCa14: You are going to need them. And if you think you don't, at least don't go near that Dora thing.
Seneca brings a giant subwoofer up to the Transcendent Dora. He plugs in a microphone and starts speaking into it, naturally.
SeNeCa14: Do you wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world?
He then makes the mosty annoying sound in the world as detailed in the spoiler! It gets so loud and annoying that the sound reaches multiple level of existence, creating a sound wave that hits everything, in every timeline, dimension or shadow counterpart of ours in the exact same spot Transcendent Dora is standing. Which ends in an explosion. Transcendent or not, this must've hurt.
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+1 to Twin
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Notes
Exams are coming up for me, so I may miss turns. Like last turn.
Alchemies
Unicode 8.0 Code Chart && Spellbook = Codex U8 (3/5)
Weaponsmith's Briefcase > Fine = ??? (1/4)
Charges
Project M06-Internationalization (15/50)
Project M05-NetHack.exe (35/40) (+2 from tc, +1 from Tazz)
+2 to tc2142
Action
I airdrop a giant book on the Wrath of Klingon Autocorrect. It contains the contents of every English book ever written, in incredibly tiny print.
Suppression Turrets: 6/20
Phaserifle && Accelerator Module == Telklacki Forcebarrage: 4/5
I motion for the Hunter-Chopper to fall back for a later battle while I support our bulwark over the bridge by using the Battalion's Backup. Two Anti-Zero entities near the front lines will take reduced damage for the turn!
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...