Tempo gets chucked back into DTG: TCF, for the simple reason of Flowey having died.
The Golem uses the Alchemical Symbol, then the 0th B-Ball(Self, Crystal, Ire, Twin, Disembodied Heart.)
Golem: ...Well, let's go three for three. Kind of an odd streak to rack up, but hey, who am I to complain?
The Golem builds a massive iron gate, stretching up to the skies. It then folds in on itself, closing in around Chara. He tries to escape, but it's already walled her in. He tries to cut it, but as real as the knife may be, it's not sharp enough to cut metal. She frantically keeps trying to escape, but the gate keeps contracting mercilessly, eventually confining him into a baby cage.
Golem: ...Yeah, I'm not going to even try. I am going to do this, though.
Suddenly, the Suit of Knives and Knife Clusters all shatter violently.
Golem: Look, I know I'm not about to kill you. You're too determined, but you refused, yadda yadda yadda.
Golem: But I know that determination does have its limits. One of them being a distinct lack of physicality causing you to dissolve into a sentient pile of drippy dust...
Golem: And the other being the obvious. You have to want to not die.
Golem: Of course, I could swiftly arrange for the former to happen. I really could.
Golem: But while we're here, at least tell me what the history behind all this is.
Golem: I've always had a desire for more context.
Golem: It's a habit bordering on addiction at this point.
Golem: And addiction is a powerful thing.
Golem: ...So, what happened down beneath Mt. Ebott?
Golem: Oh wait. Right. You're- not mute. But you're probably not answering me regardless.
An amber heart floats through the air, spiraling away from the battle, before coming to rest at the edge of the war. In a flash of light, the Scribe's body materializes, shuddering on the cold hard ground. Legs shaking, the Scribe stands up, staring at his hands. Finally, he's free. The time the Scribe had spent in Omega Flowey's body had felt like an eternity spent in hell. The Scribe had voluntarily sacrificed himself to a greater cause and he had paid the price. He had no control over his creation, and neither did any of the others who had given up their lives. They were forced to sit back and watch as Flowey violated their powers and their very SOULS.
The Scribe couldn't feel his body, and he barely had any of his existing memories. He could hardly see, only experiencing the outside world through flashes and sensations transferred from the devilish monitor. The Scribe was a hopelessly small piece of his former self, trapped in the infinite catacombs of a horrifying abomination. He wanted to rise against the authority controlling the universe. But the instant Flowey had gone rogue... he had died. Yes, it had seemed like an eternity had passed. But one second Omega Flowey was there, and the next - he wasn't. His body had been torn to shreds, and the six SOULS were freed. The Scribe was himself again.
And now that the Scribe knows this, he realizes that Flowey must still be alive in some capacity. And he knows what Flowey is planning to do. Hurriedly, the Scribe rushes back to the heart of the battlefield. Once there, he finds complete and utter devastation. The corpses of the fallen litter the field, blood staining the dull ground. At one end of the Battlefield is the Angel of Genocide. At the other is That Comedian. And at the middle of the fight is the Golden Aster himself: the corpse of Flowey. The Scribe runs right in front of Flowey, whose broken and battered head turns up to look. His pixellated and white form is threatening to blink out of existence entirely, and his face is twisted in the form of that of a goat.
The Scribe mutters to the flower. "Flowey." Flowey looks up. * ...Scribe. Do you honestly think I've learned anything from this? The Scribe laughs. "I'm not sure. I really doubt it, at any rate. But if you actually have, and you want to do something constructive with whatever is left of your life..." The Scribe jabs a finger at UserZero. "Target her. She's caused your world too much pain. I figured out that much when I merged with your body and you became a gigantic eldritch abomination." The Scribe starts to walk away. * Hey, wait! You're... you're just gonna leave me here? Defenseless? The Scribe laughs. "I'm not playing your game, Flowey. I'm not sticking by you. When I tried that, you corrupted me. Depressed me. Dragged me down. That's how I listened to you."
Light gleams in the Scribe's goggles as he turns back slightly. "Well, I'm not falling for that crap anymore. My time spent as your puppet showed me the truth. A truth that's been shown to me this entire war, and maybe my entire life. Being destructive isn't the only option. I know I can't atone for all my sins, but I can start." Flowey cackles and then coughs. * And yet, you're still going to try to reach The Gate, huh? Tell me how that's any different. Look me in the EYE and tell me. An agonizing few seconds pass, and the Scribe looks at Flowey. "I never said being destructive wasn't an option." Flowey laughs even harder. * So that's it, then? You're going to impose a double standard! It's bad when people trick me into being bad, but it's fine when I do it! That's your game? THAT'S your game?? What a joke you are, Scribe! What a joke...
The Scribe laughs. "Don't you know? Don't you remember? It's all just a joke."
Images of timelines cut short and massacre after massacre flood Flowey's eyes as he remembers the catchphrase of the other Angel of Genocide. The one that had plagued his universe for far, far too long. At these memories, Flowey's expression darkens. "I told you, I can't fix everything. I've come too far to stop my plans for The Gate. I can't change the destination. But perhaps I can change the journey." Flowey grimaces. * And what's that supposed to mean? The Scribe shrugs. "It's a shame you won't live to find out." Flowey's body warps out of existence for a second. When he returns, his face is a mishmash of pixels. Panicking, Flowey relents. * FINE! Fine, I'll use it against h-her, right? That... that shouldn't be too hard! The Scribe grins. "Don't forget your philosophy, Flowey. 'In this world...'"
The dead bodies of everyone in the universe accumulate before Flowey's eyes. An infinite amount spills over, carried across infinite timelines. The being responsible behind it all, the maniac with glazed eyes and a bloodstained knife, was not a best friend, but an unfathomable enemy from somewhere else who had invaded everything anyone had ever known like a cancer. "...it's kill..." Flowey closes his eyes, his face disappearing as the skies go black.
Flowey uses Or Be Killed.
Before anyone has any time to react, a sea of vines and corrupted pixels surges across the field. All the entities brace for impact, knowing that Omega Flowey's raw destructive power was more than enough to obliterate everything on the field and that whatever surprises the amalgamate has will, even in death, be horrifying to witness. But the maelstrom does not curve off towards any of the entities on the field, nor their corpses. It surges towards one target in particular: UserZero herself. The Scribe's coat ripples in the wind as he surveys the havoc he has wrought.
The sea of vines effortlessly move past Sans' fortress of bones, destroying the ground that they sail through. When the vines make it to the middle of the field, where the twisted husk of Flowey lies, they crash straight through him, leaving nothing but a dwindling and rotting ball of destruction as Flowey is killed. Yet the vines and corruption march on, dead set on their task. One could even describe them as determined. Chara smiles and sidesteps the vines, leaving UserZero to be consumed. UserZero should, of course, be able to godmod the attack easily. Just wave her hand, punch a hole through the vines, and dodge it. But... she can't. UserZero's facade falters. Why can't she godmod this easily telegraphed attack? Let's just say describing the vines as determined wasn't just to make a joke.
As Omega Flowey's parting gift, the disjointed and strident laugh he made upon creation plays out across the entire server, yet it is horrifyingly glitched, as if the speaker broadcasting it has been irreversibly damaged. UserZero cannot move because the vines are making her think she cannot move. They are so determined to stop her that there are making her believe, with all their power, that she cannot stop them. She knows this, and yet it is so powerful and so complete that she cannot do a thing against it. And in a matter of seconds, the vines are upon her, restraining her every limb and cutting off her godmodding powers.
UserZero is now vulnerable. She is guaranteed to take damage NEXT turn. Only the best attack as dictated by Tazz will actually hit. The others will be repelled by the vines. The player who makes the attack that hits will receive a special Spoil of War: the Golden Aster.
The Scribe looks at his various entities. All of them are either dead or close to death. The Nuclear Throne has been destroyed. In a fit of rage, explosions pockmark its surface as it unleashes Resignation, creating an unstoppable green fireball that deals large damage to all PZs and inflicts Radiation on all of them for four turns. The Scribe chuckles as a brilliant light materializes from where the Throne once sat. The Scribe then turns to look at Ampersand, whose beautiful glass surface has been cracked beyond recognition. No images play out on its surface, and the crystals are barely holding up at all. Ampersand uses Struggle on Chara four times in quick succession as it prepares to enter Sandfall Mode, becoming invincible for the turn. Lastly, the Scribe looks at Ultra Greed, who is fighting for his very life. The Scribe salutes Ultra Greed. "You've done well, Isaac. Satan is proud of you." Ultra Greed sheds a tear of gold and uses Bling Volcano twice.
And then, the Scribe comes to a rest at the foot of Asterism's dying body. Asterism's wings have folded up and died, and the Vox is emitting a harsh screeching noise. The Scribe turns it off and kneels at Asterism's feet. His three eyes are glazed over and shifting color rapidly. "SO... I GUESS GODS CAN DIE AFTER ALL, HUH." The Scribe laughs. "Of course they can. What do you think I'm trying to do?" Asterism sighs, blood pouring from him. "BECOME A BETTER PERSON? CONNECT WITH OTHERS? I THINK THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO DO, BUT CAN'T. BECAUSE YOU'RE WORRIED YOU CAN'T CHANGE. I MEAN, IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO, YOU COULD JUST SIMPLY NOT TAKE THE CURSE FROM MY BODY AND FORGET ABOUT THIS QUEST." The Scribe falters. "But... I..." Asterism coughs, his form flickering. "NO, I GET IT. THAT'S TOO UNLIKE YOU. WHEN YOU START SOMETHING, YOU NEED TO SEE IT FINISHED. ESPECIALLY SOMETHING AS BIG AS THIS. YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE DESTINATION. BUT YOU CAN CHANGE THE JOURNEY. IT'S JUST LIKE YOU SAID."
Asterism puts a hand to his upper eye and tugs with a screech. His eye ejects itself from his body, a cone of light ushering itself from within. "WHEN I DIE... TAKE MY CURSE FROM MY MIND... BUT ONLY IF YOU... SWEAR TO ME..." The Scribe looks on. "Swear to do what?" "TREAT... THE OTHERS... WITH RESPECT... DON'T... JUST VIEW THEM AS TOOLS... SOLVE... THEIR PROBLEMS... NOT JUST... BECAUSE YOU FEEL YOU HAVE... TO... BUT BECAUSE... YOU FEEL... YOU WANT TO." The Scribe asks himself a question. Can he change? It's a question he doesn't know the answer to.
The Scribe solemnly nods. Asterism seems relieved. "...GOOD. WE'LL MEET AGAIN, SCRIBE. WE'LL... WE'LL MEET AGAIN." Asterism's body turns ashen grey, emitting no sound. His body splits open, shattering into pieces, white trails snaking off to another plane. Resting in the middle of what was once a demigod is a pulsating white sigil of undefinable power: ⁂. The Scribe takes it and sets the Vox to play Ward - a funeral march. The Scribe walks away.
The Mysteryman: ================================================== 21/50 [ATTACK] (+5 from Cobalt, +4 from TFT and jondanger, +3 from Revan, +2 from Tazz, +1 from FBSN and piono)
The Interface: ================================================== 20/50 [ATTACK] (+5 from Cobalt, +4 from TFT and jondanger, +2 from Revan and Tazz, +1 from FBSN and teag)
The Campfire: =================================================== 8/50 (+5 from Cobalt, +2 from Tazz)
~Toast respawns, backwardsly. I honestly don't feel like copy-pasting my WALL action here and respawning my previous turn, because MCF SUCKS on mobile. Sorry for inconveniences, yadayada, etc. I've never died before so I'm not sure what the exact rules concerning that are.
If orders are cool and trendy, Leona jumps in front of Ultra Greed and uses Eclipse.
I grab Pump Them Up and levy it against The Avenger, destroying any way it has of not being on the ground first. I then equip a pair of long fall boots, point the nozzle at the ground and propel myself about 100 m into the air, where I pull out a x1337 Beggar's Bazooka and a hang glider and spam rockets at The Avenger. To literally make it more salty, I air-drop ten trillion tons of sodium chloride onto it, then use the Gans 35.5 to pull the chlorine atoms into a ball of liquid chlorine floating high above the Avenger with a single scramble and solve, then pull out Pump Them Up again and fill a hundred bedrockium drums of water with it. I then open the bedrockium drums. A torrent of water erupts out the tops of the drums, which coincidentally are pointed directly at the humongous lump of sodium that is currently crushing the Avenger. I then use the Zirconium Manipulation Cube to randomly pull zirconium out of the ground and create giant floodwalls that prevent the water from leaving the immediate Battlefield.
The world's greatest sodium party ensues.
Then, the giant ball of liquid chlorine that has been somehow only reacting with hydrogen and forming hydrogen chloride while defying gravity for about one minute falls onto the Avenger as the zirconium floodwalls shift to enclose the Avenger in a cylinder of water. HCl (aq) is formed.
Let's just say what happens next isn't very good for the Avenger. After using trillions of Minecraft sponges to soak up the water and disposing of the chlorine atoms by accelerated diffusion, I proceed to the next step of my plan: nuclear warfare. Everyone's monitors displays an SMPTE test screen with the words "CENSORED WAREFARE" [sic] on it. While this happens, the Plescia falls out of nowhere and fires a massive laser, stronger than the Orbital Rofl Laser and the Obliterator from the Microsoft Sam and the Lolvarian Illuminati series (set to be released in 2019), directly into the Avenger, carving the lyrics to Never Gonna Give You Up.
Just then, Shizuki-chan grabs the mic and begins to sing a super-fast remix of said song, making it even saltier that it just got rickrolled. Since it's already too NaCl salty from being destroyed along with its faith in the laws of chemistry, I drop potassium chloride, a common salt replacement, on it instead. However, instead of potassium chloride, I accidentally dropped the container of chlorine trifluoride onto it. A massive pit forms as the chlorine trifluoride burns the remains of the Avenger.
I then resurrect the Avenger with the damage it would have taken so far dealt to it and pull out the W-Cube 3, pulling out tungsten from the ground and leaving random pits everywhere with a few PLL algorithms. I then raise the temperature of the tungsten and force it into the insides of every electronic part or anything that melts below 1000oC within the Avenger, destroying its parts. Then, I pull out the Twin Shears of Leviathan and stab holes in the Avenger with it, then pull out SCP-4822-DTG (Wands of the Element-Bender) to transmute random parts of it to ununoctium, including any onboard nuclear facilities, which proceed to explode for some reason.
I then pull out a x1337 Direct Hit with infinite ammo. Since the Avenger's hitbox is now 20,000 times the size of a mercenary's, I proceed to rain an infinite amount of rockets on to the Avenger. I then pull out a x1337 Quickiebomb Launcher also with infinite ammo and drop an infinite stream of stickybombs onto every part of the Avenger. To end this TF2674-themed assault, I grab a x1337 Phlogistinator and spam MMMPH on the Avenger.
Finally, I pull out a statue. It's a statue of a lowercase h. Did I mention it's also 100 m tall? I cast stone to flesh and immediately use a blessed scroll of taming, then order the giant mind flayer to send psychic pulses through the Avenger. While this is happening, I randomly materialize 20,000,000,000 tons of telekill mixed with TNT to fill the gaps of the Avenger so it is not telefragged. The telekill instantly expands, crushing the Avenger before dematerializing along with the giant mind flayer.
BUT I'M NOT DONE YET!
I also turn the Avenger into steel beams. Unfortunately, jet fuel can't melt steel beams, but Boiling Wrath can, so I drop a few magmatic florbs of it, evaporating the steel beams.
Just then, the Ancient Joke Police shows up, thinking I used another ancient joke. I then point to the Avenger, which is badly damaged, and they realize it's the one that was used to make the ancient joke, and thus it is the one that is at fault (also because I used a memetic mind control vector to override their logic). The Ancient Joke Police proceeds to nuke the Avenger from afar.
While the nuke is traveling at 0.002c, I'm not sitting idly by. Instead, I hack every screen in the Avenger and force them to show ancient jokes, such as "Microsoft Mike talks like a lady", "You will now go to the NSA Jail" and "Bacon. Bacon. Needs more bacon." This results in the Ancient Joke Police's nuke amplifying its power and absolutely destroying the Avenger in a spectacular display of light and explosions.
I then teleport the Avenger to a Mystcraft dimension, then drop the book containing it into chlorine trifluoride, then pouring the remains of the book into fluoroantimonic acid. The dimension collapses in on itself, destroying it.
OOC: Also, Darkside, I noticed that you're back. I was kinda sad that I missed you the first time around. So I'm glad you're posting here again.
Levis Ignis AND energy condenser = Whatever complicated name tazz is going to give it 2/16
Magna Firma Orbis Terrae 8/16
Greater Orb of Earth 8/11
8/20 for an attack
8/50 for The titan of earth
25/50 for Initiation
+1 to revan, +1 to xslayer, +1 to ninjatwist
Battlefury's attempt to get the OP Scale completely and utterly fails on the OP King's throne.
The OP King just sits back, lounging on it, well, sort of no-clipping through since they aren't actually a solid being. Feeding himself grapes. Sort of. You don't know how the OP King can eat grapes when he quite clearly doesn't have a mouth.
The chair competition continues
The Elemental begins to...
Oh dog dang it, it looks like the OP King's specially engineered to inspire envy in others chair has got the elemental building up a chair as well.
There goes my action. :\
(Read this as: MORE INTERCEPTION! I have two actions focused on making as many actions as possible fail this round because of the chair competition)
Guess my giant attack will have to wait for a round or so.
You know OP, your throne business was simply marvelous, I shall continue to assist you in your endeavor. Besides it will allow me to watch my cinema in peace.
The Crawling Chaos: 50/50 (+1 Tazz)
A dark crystal manifests in Nyarlathotep's hand.
The Shining Trapezohedron, an oddly angled crystal.
But I'll save that for a later turn.
Nyarlathotep lazily flicks some I Can't Believe its Not Popcorn into a cavity spaced in between his tendrils. He doesn't particularly care for the competition itself and would rather prefer to watch the movie from his rather golden throne.
Two Eternal Arms are summoned from base of the OP King's throne and begin to decorate it with lavish gifts from across the multiverse. Each one incensing the competition with a righteous fury.
Nyarlathotep smiles. It's good to be an Other God.
Who Said I Don't Care About the Earth?: 40/50 (+4 Tazz)
Deal with an Outer God : 39/50 (+2 Piono)
+1's to Piono, ninjatwist, Slayer
Tendril of an Outer God && Alchemiter = Grimdarkimitter 2/11
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
(40 / 40) Curiosity Over A Side of Salt and Morals HOLDING... (1 / 3)
(17 / 20) Prototype #2
(50 / 50) World's Worst AI (+50, Tazz) -> COMPLETE!
I promptly receive a free 50-post charge on my doorstep, which I just built out of several discarded whole houses. I then proceed to unpack the charge, and carefully insert it into this robot chassis I had lying around. It begins to whir to life, rising up on it's six legs, its' three AI-Cores glowing with power. However, given just how quickly this charge happened, I didn't have time to program the AI for the robot! But surely, this behemoth with 300k HP, triple action and plenty of maneuverability won't be held down by a lackluster AI! Right?
[AZ] AI-Shell Salvation
Mobility Core: 100,000 / 100,000 HP
Weaponry Core: 100,000 / 100,000 HP
Defense Core: 100,000 / 100,100 HP
Self-Destruct-Sequence: Destroys the Salvation and deals massive damage to everything. EVERYTHING. Seven-turn charge. If used manually, you can specify the side you want to hit.
Multicore: This entity has three cores. If all of the cores die, the AI Shell: Salvation falls. Each core has its' own AI flow chart, and abilities.
Too Large: I can only manually command one core of the Salvation per turn. The other two remaining cores will make their own decisions, with the provided flowcharts.
Mobility Core Abilities:
Stomp: A high-damage, single-target attack.
Evasive Action: Grants +33% Dodge to the Salvation this turn, but -25% accuracy to all other attacks that this entity performs.
Jump: Avoid up to two entity-attacks directed at the Salvation.
Rocket Flight: Use rockets to obtain +33% dodge this turn, and then slam into an entity for massive damage. Takes three-turns to charge.
Mobility Core AI Flowchart:(The core that doesn't know about proper dodging.)
1. Is Rocket Flight charged? (yes: go to 9) (no: go to 2)
2. Is it either Tuesday or Sunday? (yes: go to 3) (no: go to 6)
3. Does an AZ have more than 90% HP? (yes: go to 4) (no: go to 5)
4. Stomp that AZ.
5. Target a random PZ with Stomp.
6. How many entities are attacking the Salvation as a whole this turn? (0-2: go to 7) (3-5: go to 8) (6+ go to 3)
7. Use Evasive Action.
8. Use Jump.
9. Is it Wednesday today? (yes: go to 10) (no: go to 11)
10. Use Rocket Flight, and hit the PZ with the lowest HP.
11. Do nothing.
Weaponry Core Abilities:
Machine Gun: A massive-damage, single-target attack. -25% accuracy.
Rocket Barrage: A moderate-damage, mutli-target attack that hits up to three foes.
Gravity Cannon: A moderate-damage attack that can stun the foe it hits.
Railgun Sniper Rifle: A massive-damage attack. Takes three-turns to charge.
Weaponry Core AI Flowchart:(The core that will use the wrong weapons at the wrong times.)
1. Are we using Evasive Manuvers this turn? (yes: go to 2) (no: go to 3)
2. Use Machine Gun on the PZ with the highest dodge. If none exists, random target a PZ.
3. Is the Railgun Sniper Rifle charged? (yes: go to 4) (no: go to 5)
4. Use Railgun Sniper Rifle on the PZ with the lowest amount of HP, even if it dies before this entity can attack this turn.
5. How many Hostile [H] entities exist? (0: go to 6) (1-2: go to 7) (3+: go to 8)
6: Do nothing.
7: Use Rocket Barrage on them and some random other entities. "other" also includes PZ's.
8: Is a PZ about to unleash their special attack? (yes: go to 9) (no: go to 10)
9: Use Rocket Barrage on them and two other PZ's.
10: Go use Gravity Cannon on some random PZ entity, then!
Defense Core Abilities:
Missile Flak: Is used as a normal weapon somehow, dealing moderate damage.
Nanobot Swarm: Restore 15k HP to the target.
Generate Shield: Creates a 20k HP shield around target. This shield also absorbs attacks that the user uses.
Repair Sequence: Restores 50k HP to target Core on the Salvation. Three-turn charge.
Defense Core Flowchart:(The least-stupid of the cores, I guess. Until Self-Destruct is ready.)
1. Is the Self-Destruct-Sequence ready? (yes: go to 2) (no: go to 5)
2. Is it the weekend? (yes: go to 3) (no: go to 4)
3. Do nothing.
4. USE IT.
5. Did the entity that the Weaponry Core hit live with below 10% HP? (yes: go to 6) (no: go to 7)
6. Take pity, and use Nanobot Swarm on it.
7. Is one of our allies about to use a special attack? (yes: go to 8) (no: go to 9)
8: Use Generate Shield on them. Yaaay!
9: Is Repair Sequence charged? (yes: go to 10) (no: go to 11)
10: Use it on the core with the highest HP.
11: Do any allies have below 50% HP? (yes: go to 12) (no: go to 13)
12: Use Nanobot Swarm on the one with the lowest HP.
13: Just use the Missile Flak on any PZ.
I then take control of the Weapon Core, and stun Joshua with the Gravity Cannon! The other cores will hopefully do nice things... right?
I proceed to get some badly drawn MS-Paint stills of Sans, and create massive monstrosities out of them! They all rush Sans, summoning their own badly-drawn MS-Paint Gasterblasters to shoot at him! To ensure that Sans is properly distracted (and annoyed), I blast the song MOGOLOVONIO on some gigantic speaker array. I then-
* heh heh. heh.
* you've been busy, huh?
* you already know me, me.
Sans stops grinning for a second. A figure has appeared on the battlefield.
* heh. it's me...
The Mogolovonio suddenly intensifies in volume.
* YA WANNA HAVE A BAD TOM!?!
SANESSSSS starts bouncing up and down, and rushes towards Sans! Thousands of badly drawn MS-Paint bones sunder the ground, all attempting to limit Sans's movement so that Richard can get him! SANESSSSS then gathers the help of his badly-drawn MS-paint brethren, to create a whole gauntlet of Gasterblasters around him! Of course, thanks to silly reasons, the Gasterblasters are set to stun. Because that's a trope.
Sans moves to ninja-dodge as many gaster-blasts as he can, leaping over beams and countering the blasters with ones of his own! Sans then bone-stabs SANESSSSS's MS-Paint friends, which causes him to obtain his ire; (hahaha i just used that word) SANESSSSS triples his firepower, unleashing a whole storm of stunning blasts upon Sans! Sans dodges all of them (he probably still has 100%+ dodge), dashes next to SANESSSSS, and impales him with a bone, rising him high into the air!
He then promptly surrounds SANESSSSS with a whole ring of Gasterblasters, and destroys him in midair. RIP SANESSSSS. However, this allows the TOUCHED CHILD to rise up, free from any oppression that SANESSSSS would have put up! He/she/tem grabs his/her/tem knife, and rushes Sans! The strange shape of the MS-Paint'd knife is very awkward to dodge; Sans barely dodges each swing!
Sans then creates a bone-sword, blocks the TOUCHED CHILD's knife, and engages in an epic swordfight with him for about 0.3 seconds because this is my attack and I can say what I want. Sans disarms the TOUCHED CHILD, and Gaster's him across the battlefield! This flings the TOUCHED CHILD into the 5000-block wall, which ends up pulverizing the child!
A bunch of people then attempt to arrest Sans for touching the child. That was rude, man.
CAP: 39/50 (+4 from UserZero, +2 from Consumer, +1 from Battlefury13)
Walker respawns. She seems a little bit irritated with Sans, promptly extending her middle finger upwards and gesticulating aggressively at Sans.
Joshua, meanwhile, smirks at Captain Falcon.
"You want me to show you my moves? Well then. I'll happily oblige. But, there's just one mistake you made. You tried to use your ability, named Show Me Your Moves, on me. But it isn't fully charged yet. Look at the EoTB. That's not a full charge. Therefore. You don't really get to dictate what happens to me. Bu t hey. You want it that bad?"
>Use MYSTERY CHARGE on CAPTAIN FALCON
>Ignore the fact that I shouldn't be able to control my actions if I really WAS just a mere entity due to Walker being dead
>I'll reveal a secret about myself once I die that'll help justify that
Sukard picks up Ircucvci from the ground where it last fell. He then channels the Rule of Cool with the sword, then performs the best sword technique he could think of.
B I N A R Y B L A Z E
The very essence of cool hax and sick burns emanates from the sword. When hit, the enemy will suffer a spike in Sick Burns. This stacks with every hit.
That's when the cool hax comes in. It is temporarily linked to every version of Ircucvci that was and will be, inflicting Emotions, Blood Sugar, and every defense-reducing stat.
Sukard strikes Chara with the sword's aura, condensed into a beam of code and fire. He then comes in point-blank, slashing them with the sword repeatedly, with Aequo Animo helping him adjust to their dark-light ratio for optimized damage.
The euphoria emanating from the attack weakens the fabric of the undankness of the universe, summoning a box of every yoyo in Terraria. Sukard picks up the box.
+3 to Redstone
After the nervous breakdown that he had just 5 minutes ago Hezetor is back for action, first and foremost he notices that some gentlemen are going to watch and interesting film and that's not all, they seem to be arguing about who has the best throne, how foolish of them to think that they could ever stand a chance against the most obsessed with thrones hollow emperor in the galaxy.
The Throne of the Skies slowly flies next to the projector location or cinema or whatever.
Hezetor: Allow me to interfere in this debate about thrones, you gentlemen may not be aware that I'm the president of the Multiversal Thrones Association so I'm here to resolve this conflict one and for.
Hezetor: Let's start with this... hmm the one for UserZero is technically a chair so I'm not going to judge that, while the throne for Godmodder477 is to say the least pretty simple and not that impressive, the rock that forms it is not interesting at all and the shape of the throne itself is not that magnificent oh and don't get me started on the mess of atoms that is right here.
Hezetor says while pointing in a precise point of the throne.
Hezetor: While I must admit that the Egyptian throne is pretty good, my friend Ramesses the Second would like it quite a lot, but I must say that this type of throne is not my style, but overall a good job. My final judgement of your work is a 6.5 out of 10, for a beginner you did a good job.
He then continues while observing the OP king's throne.
Hezetor: hmm, surely the throne itself is majestic, but too simple, surely this throne inspires "power", but that's about it, one may think that in his simplicity is its beauty, but sadly I don't see this throne this way, the only positive thing is that at least if atomically perfect and that's something that I always like to see in a throne.
Then the two Eternal Arms begin to decorate the throne as described by Revan.
Hezetor: ohh, you are surely quick to adapt, these decorations... yes this is just what it needed! Good job, now its simplicity is decorated of these lavish accessories, that's great. While the first design was quite lacking this new form is far better, congratulations Mr. OP you truly deserve a 8 out of 10.
Hezetor: Sadly none of you gentlemen is able to surpass my Throne, his perfect design, flawless form, magnificent power, the completely perfect atomic structure and ultimate materials are simply unmatched, but it was a good showcase never less.
In all his thronical glory the Throne of the Skies fires at The Avenger incinerating him.
Today you guys understood that no one can beat Hezetor in a throne contest.
It appears that the throne competition put Hezetor in a pretty good mood, apparently recovering from his previous nervous breakdown, wow, how convenient.
[50 point charge token] (Held for now, just confirming I have it.)
Freed from it's container, the silver SOUL soars through the air, crashing to the ground somewhere near the edge of the battlefield with a flare of monochrome noise.
As the static dies down, it assumes the form of some massive quadruped, then collapses into a humanoid of more reasonable size. Mythic has respawned.
He seems... Disappointed. "That's it?"
The wish of the people was realized, and he,
"Was that really it?"
"A True Monster"
"All that torment, all that sacrifice, wasted?"
He walks back towards the battlefield, specifically, towards Flowey. "I lend you my heart, my claws, my existence itself, and that's the best you could do with it?"
"Wearisome. Ah, quite Wearisome."
"After my sacrifice, while I let my power come to rest inside that plant's body."
While surrounded by darkness then.
"The part of me that was in there, as a SOUL broke. part of me was awake, tormented and bound with the other SOULs."
I perserved to clearly comprehend.
"But another part of me was diving into itself, wandering around in my memories."
I perceived the weirdest dream... Of everlasting nightmare.
"Growing up in the City."
"Spending an eternal night terrified that the Darkness beyond could flood in with little to no warning."
To a nightmare cursed.
"Being looked down on by noble casters when I tried to keep up with them, even when I really could match them?"
containing miseries galore.
"Banding together with others of my type, and getting special treated just because of what I was anyway?"
Thus henceforth. I'll rise (from a darkness, a grave)
"Until I ended up having neither." - nevermore.
"I'm worried I may have been off balance for a while, and that's why I broke."
Mythic draws the Heavy Class Commandment in one hand, and the Heavy Monster Edict in the other, both in their base forms.
"That's probably the reason I've been obsessing over the Hero/Monster thing. I''m naturally one, but expected to be the other."
A shadowy coating of mana envelops the blades as he charges towards Joshua, preparing a cross-slash.
I don't think I have any left?
Oh look, the idiot that killed himself over a flower manged to cheat their way back.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
and there at once.
same as this one
Don't have one
Don't want one
Adventurer Class. Put into a URL to preserve that rare resource known as Tazz sanity.
Attitude: None (2/3 mind)
Tokens: (4, 6, 1)
Total Tokens (8, 10, 5)
I'm not attacking entities, so none of this stuff activates. Although, I do get +5 science tokens for finishing the Earth charge. For proper entity fighting, science/mind is the best.
HP: 4/4. Yeah, anything that hits will destroy it.
Velocity Uncertainty: 0%
Position Uncertainty: 1000%
Matter Collection: _ _ _
Primed Matter: _ _ _
By default, the Position Uncertainty is Leictreon's dodge chance. This can dodge AOE attacks and other "undodgeable" attacks. Velocity Uncertainty helps add to Leictreon's attacks. Also, when Velocity Uncertainty is above 500%, Leictreon is considered to be airborn. Velocity and Position uncertainties always add up to 1000%. So when one drops, the other rises. When one rises, the other drops.
* Chemical Beam: Deals 15,000 damage in a rather wimpy way.
* Matter Collection: Decreases Position Uncertainty by 50% and gives Leictreon one unit of AZ matter. I really hope this is never used.
* Atomic Reassemble: Converts one unit of matter into its Primed Alchemy state.
* Matter Transfer: Both Cuarc and Leictreon must use this attack on the same turn. Cuarc gives all its matter to Leictreon.
* Alchemy Shock: Uses up one unit of Primed Alchemy. The effect depends on what kind of matter it is. If Leictreon is above 500% Velocity Uncertainty, the effect also hits another target for half effect, rounded down. (these are really powerful because Cuarc has to collect the matter, transfer it to Leictreon, then Leictreon has to Prime it and use it. That's like 3 actions.)
- PZ: Deals 50,000 damage immediately and 10,000 per turn for three turns.
- GS: Deals 30,000 damage immediately and 10,000 per turn for three turns. Whenever Cuarc attacks the target, the debuff is extended by 1 turn.
- NU: Gives the target crits for the next three turns.
- AZ: Restores 75,000 HP immediately.
And now for passives...
* This passive makes the entity actually fair: Whenever Leictreon dodges an attack, its Position Uncertainty goes down by 1/200th of the damage it would have taken.
* Linked Chances: If Cuarc's Position Uncertainty is less than Leictreon's at the end of the turn, Leictreon loses 50% Position Uncertainty and Cuarc gains 50% Position uncertainty.
Leictreon: PZ', GS, GS, NU, __
If Leictron is still outa this world radical (AKA: is untargetable), just prime the NU matter. Otherwise, shoot Chara with the primed PZ matter.
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@Tazz: Well... thing is... All of my other charges are locked up... and you've said basically that I should be ignoring these rules. So, I'm going to keep bashing my head into it until either that counts as great effort or you just get ticked off. Although what is probably more likely is that someone else just spends the charge. But I'm going to try anyway. It's not like I have a whole lot to lose.
... Ow... You shot me in the shouljer like that?
Male or female, getting shot anywhere is a pretty distracting event. Inari walks over to him and puts her paw against Mikoto's side to mend the minor bullet wound.
Oh come on. You didn't even take one damage. And, you were right. The flower did sort itself out in time.
And this wall won't. Come on. Let's go again. I doubt this attack will work, or the next one. But maybe we'll efentually make it.
They get back up to head back, leaving Gail to cringe every time they run up and get shot.
... Um... W... wait...
However, they're too far to hear her.
Mikoto and Inari run up to the wall, alternating blasts of light and dark flame. After building up some momentum, Inari leaps at the wall. Coated in heated flame, she melts through part of it before fusing some of the hydrogen around her into helium, replicating a star. With the energy of atomic fusion, she channels a torrent of star like plasma through the inside of the wall. All the wires, having much lower melting points, melt first and cause a cascade like effect to melt more wires, essentially giving all the machinery burning veins of fire, destroying it from within.
@Tazz2: It's fine. You can just say "You get shot back."
(Potential other stuff here, but I want to make sure I post this before Tazz.)
Alchemy and charges:
Powermace lvl 4, Stormforged Axe lvl 2, Charged Hammer lvl 2, Ekog Clock lvl 3, Coghammer lvl 3, Duotine Gas Generator lvl 5, TrueSilver Champion lvl 5, Argent Lance lvl 2, Sword of Justice lvl 3, Armor of Light lvl 7, Glacier Shield lvl 7, World Tree Shield lvl 10, Black Hold Shield lvl 10, Glove of the Sun lvl 3, Coal lvl1 (YERS!), Glyph of Mana lvl 6, Glyph of Life lvl 8, Glyph of Growth lvl 4
The Mysteryman: ================================================== 23/50 [ATTACK] (+1 from Cobalt)
The Interface: ================================================== 22/50 [ATTACK] (+1 from Cobalt)
The Campfire: =================================================== 10/50 (+1 from Cobalt)
(+50 from Tazz in reserve)
I +3 Cobalt.
The Scribe's goggles glint. "All this time, I've been limiting myself to the resevoirs of my underground lab. My past experiments and objects are the only resources I've drawn from. But look at Uncle Grandpa. He does any attack he wants, pulling it from thin air, and no one bats an eye. In fact, they're super effective. So you know what? Why don't I just do the same? After all, if the attacks of everyone else are any indication, I have the power." The Scribe walks up to Chara, the Angel of Genocide. He scrutinizes Chara's knives carefully. "Those are pretty sharp knives there, Chara. But have you ever considered putting them to the test against other knife wielders?"
Before Chara can even react, they are flung to another plane of existence. They are in a very dark room and can barely see anything. Suddenly, an announcer's voice rings out from all corners of the room. "LAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO CHOPPED (THE OTHER ONE)! I'M YOUR HOST, KNIFE MCKNIFE!" Floodlights turn on, shining across the entire room. Chara can now clearly see that they are in some kind of studio with a live audience made to resemble a kitchen. Chara is locked in a chair next to a few other people they don't recognize. They are apparently on some sort of game show. Chara doesn't quite know how to feel about this.
The announcer, a sentient knife, keeps on shouting. "LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR OUR LUUUUCKY CONTESTANTS! FIRST UP IS THE SPY FROM TEAM FORTRESS 2! HAILING FROM FRANCE, THIS MASKED MERCENARY HAS MANY DISGUISES! INCLUDING ONE FOR YOU??? MAYBE! JUST KEEP YOUR EYE OUT AND DON'T TURN YOUR BACK ON HIM!" The Spy grins and lets out a few 'hon hon hons', showing where his true allegiance lies. "NEXT UP IS SOME RANDOM HOODED ASSASSIN FROM ITALY! I'M PRETTY SURE HE HAS KNIVES SOMEWHERE IN THAT COAT BUT I'M TOO SCARED TO CHECK! HAHAHA, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME." The figure in the white hood does not move. "THEN WE HAVE ISAAC'S MOTHER WHO LIVES IN A SMALL HOUSE ON A HILL! DON'T LET HER GROTESQUE FORM FOOL YOU, SHE'S PRETTY CRAZY! SAYS SHE HEARS THE VOICE OF GOD! I DON'T KNOW, WOULD YOU CALL A KNIFE GOD, FOLKS? I KNOW I WOULD!!" The overweight woman twists her mouth into a cruel grin, staring down everyone.
The announcer looks at Chara. "AND LASTLY, WE HAVEOILUGASF" Chara was getting sick of hearing his voice. A knife ought to shut him up. The announcer splits in two, bisected by the fury of Chara's knife. They allow a smile to grace their face. The audience, however, is shouting hysterically. They all take off their hoods to reveal that every single one of them is a knife. All the members of the audience yell a single word, over and over and over: "DISQUALIFIED! DISQUALIFIED! DISQUALIFIED!" The knives surge toward Chara. They try to slice through the crowd with their own weaponry, but any metal they throw is absorbed into the crowd's frame. The knives all rush towards Chara, surrounding them and melting into a liquid tomb. Chara tries to dodge, but the resulting attack is far too large.
Fortunately for Chara, it seems like the crowd wasn't going after Chara at all. They were going after their knives. The crowd passes through Chara unharmed, but they find that several of the knives in their Knife Clusters have been stolen. The crowd, now acting as a single hivemind, releases Chara from her locks. "FIGHT US TO PROVE YOUR WORTH. THIS IS CHOPPED: A BATTLE OF THE KNIVES." Chara grins, silencing the other contestants with a well-timed throw of one of their blades. The contestants fall to the floor, twitching in a heap. Chara leaps through the air, holding a fistful of knives as they stare down the crowd.
In a furious battle, the crowd of knives has fallen entirely, smashed into broken pieces. Chara stands on the mound of molten metal triumphantly. But just as victory is within their grasp, it is taken away. The knife shards fly into the air, forming a single cohesive fist. Chara prepares a shield of knives to block the attack and run, but the fist just smashes through the knives entirely, cracking them and adding to the fist's mass. Chara wonders what could be animating the knives, looking around the room. Then, at the top of the bleachers where the audience once was, she sees the Scribe, controlling the metal. Chara flings a single knife at the Scribe. He dodges, but his concentration is broken, and the illusion shatters. All the knives fall haphazardly around the Battlefield. Chara rushes to pick them up, but the Scribe lights them all on fire, dealing even more damage to Chara's Knife Clusters and rendering the plethora of sharp objects completely unusable as they disintegrate into ashes.