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I throw Riptide at the Minotaur

Quote from shadoweater22

I throw Riptide at the Minotaur

Er.. piono is on our side now.....

Master Emerald Levels: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Crap... my monster...
Well, it was weak anyways.

I summon the entire army of Kronos.
Titans included.

I use my rubber suit to go in the shield using my rod of discord, than spawn a dungeon guardian covered in rubber at your location than use my rod of discord to teleport out and run like crazy away from the dungeon guardian.

The war ended many months ago. There is now trees over corpses, and old relics of war. I step through the plain, looking at the imprint of the GM's body. "Messosanite, wenacalie." I am alone, and prefer it this way. I take out my book, and lie up against a tree. I then look up. "I have been able to come here, but why? Is it because I am the meta-gamer?" I ponder these things. And in my pondering, I look up at the sky, now barren of stars. All destroyed in the war. It is night, and the only sound is the turn of a page from my book. After a while, it is the crack of dawn. You couldn't tell, there was no sun. The only light was a large glowing mechanical body in the middle, unable to move, yet still attempting. It had kept this place warm, but not bright. Only barely enough to keep trees alive. I look out above a lake, now composed entirely of lava. And it glows ever so faintly. I notice something in the middle of the field. A book. Upon examination, it is a rulebook. Everything was scratched out. And so I write one rule, unbreakable in any way. "No godmodding." I close the book loudly, and throw it in the lava, sealing it away forever. I knew that I had to return to my reality, in which the godmodder had returned. But I longed for this place, the peace, no fighting, nothing. It was beauty. And with that, I had to awake. Goodbye, world.

~Fin

EXPECTING DESOLATION? TOO BAD, RESTORATION TIME.

I restore everything back to the way it was before the godmodder came here with the power I absorbed from the Master Emerald.

NOW THIS SERVER IS GOOD AGAIN.



WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Dun dun duuuuu!

I throw a huge amount of chocolate at A master Emerald LOL

This thread will NEVER really die, will it? It will linger forever, like...like...the aftertaste of a REALLY GOOD pie!

CUTSCENE

On the empty planet, ravaged by war between forces without limits, there is nothing save for the light provided by what few worlds in this reality still remain intact. The planet is cold, desolate, relying on the moon for all that still matters. Then, on the surface, a purple spark. Then another. A nether portal opens itself, and out comes a small handful of people. The one at the front speaks into a headset-

"Command, the scene is all clear. Send in the Rebuild teams."

Quote from TT2000

This thread will NEVER really die, will it? It will linger forever, like...like...the aftertaste of a REALLY GOOD pie!

No. No it won't.

*Sheds a tear*

Yes, you're right. Only, pie isn't nearly as good.

We need this exhibit of our past preserved and memorialized for the future generations of Godmodder destroyers. Let them never forget that some men gave some, some men gave more than some.

poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop

*shoots shadow in the head with a rifle that fires death stars*
How DARE you defile this sacred place!!?!?
I found it quite funny.
Shut up you.

Quote from shadoweater22

poooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop

*BLAM*

A portal opens, a tear in the fabric of this already fraying world, and I step through onto the shadowed earth of the broken realm, the battered fragments a a fallen mech's armor that I am using, for the moment, to protect myself glinting in the light of a nearby crater, still incandescent from whatever blast created it, an AI core, it's white ceramic chasse marred by scratches and, in blue paint, the word HEROBRINE, strapped to my belt. I look up at the nearly empty sky, it's blackness interrupted only by those fragments of the shattered moon that have, as yet, not fallen to earth, and am surprised to find, in this war-torn world, a few moments for peace, and contemplation.
I, having considered the sky, look at the landscape around me, a few of Engie's restoration personnel, in the distance, continuing their nearly hopeless task. I walk to the closest group, and, silently, offer them a handful of seeds and a few dozen saplings, taken from a more... alive place, the server I was attempting to logon to when I was redirected to Godcraft. I then walk away, contemplative, to a safe distance, before beginning my other tribute to this battleground. I pull an unusual device from my pocket, a Singularity Inverter, and throw it high into the sky, the power I gave it sending it higher, higher still, until it reaches roughly the same distance from the planet that the sun once occupied, at which point it activates, the small singularity it held inverting, exploding, and, in a moment, becoming a new, albeit smaller, star for this world... it deserved one last sunrise. before leaving this place to return to battle, I visit the place where the Godmodder fell, to pay my respects to him, and all those who fell in this attempt to end him.

Quote from Amperz4nd

A portal opens, a tear in the fabric of this already fraying world, and I step through onto the shadowed earth of the broken realm, the battered fragments a a fallen mech's armor that I am using, for the moment, to protect myself glinting in the light of a nearby crater, still incandescent from whatever blast created it, an AI core, it's white ceramic chasse marred by scratches and, in blue paint, the word HEROBRINE, strapped to my belt. I look up at the nearly empty sky, it's blackness interrupted only by those fragments of the shattered moon that have, as yet, not fallen to earth, and am surprised to find, in this war-torn world, a few moments for peace, and contemplation.
I, having considered the sky, look at the landscape around me, a few of Engie's restoration personnel, in the distance, continuing their nearly hopeless task. I walk to the closest group, and, silently, offer them a handful of seeds and a few dozen saplings, taken from a more... alive place, the server I was attempting to logon to when I was redirected to Godcraft. I then walk away, contemplative, to a safe distance, before beginning my other tribute to this battleground. I pull an unusual device from my pocket, a Singularity Inverter, and throw it high into the sky, the power I gave it sending it higher, higher still, until it reaches roughly the same distance from the planet that the sun once occupied, at which point it activates, the small singularity it held inverting, exploding, and, in a moment, becoming a new, albeit smaller, star for this world... it deserved one last sunrise. before leaving this place to return to battle, I visit the place where the Godmodder fell, to pay my respects to him, and all those who fell in this attempt to end him.

A rift appears, and four forms step onto the field.
One of them offers a crisp salute.
You've told me about this place, I never believed it would be anywhere near as bad as Nevada.
I see I've persuaded you differently.
Of course you have.
I don't see what's wrong with it, it looks like they had a good fight.
You wouldn't understand. Do you Hank?
...
Hank?
...
...
Hank?
...
Yes. I do. Both of you.
See? He agrees with me.
No! He agrees with me!
No, he agrees with me! Right Hank?
Mind control won't work on me here.
NYeh!
Shut up!
You shut up!
The two continue squabbling and two of the figures break away. One of them is the figure wrapped in black and wearing red teashades that offered the salute.
They argue like little kids.
*sigh*
They do. I'm going to be rid of one by the end of this battle.
And the other?
I'm afraid I can't do much about him.
You created him.
Yes, that's the problem. I created him for something else. Piono was just a persona I created to explain away some of my less intelligent remarks, and he sort of grew. Him I can get rid of, the other though...
Yes?
He's part of my worlds, he'll never be gone.
I see.
Hank flinches as a large explosion goes off in the background. I sigh once more and turn to deal with the bickering characters. Hank begins to speak, and I stop, waiting for his question.
What about... after I hit the field?
I don't know.
What? Nothing? You mean I'll live?
No, not that. I just don't know what happens after you die.
I come back, I always do.
I'm not sure. Maybe you will, maybe even to this same field. But as far as I know you'll stay dead, forever.
So there's hope for once.
Yes. I wish you all the luck in the world.
Fight well ****.
Fight well Hank.
OH YEAH?!?!?! WELL TAKE THIS!!!!
Another massive explosion causes the ground to shake. Hank chuckles and hops back through the portal as I march over to the growing crater where piono and the other character are currently attempting to kill each other.

A proper send-off.
The one this thread never got.
It will probably be defiled again and again, but this once, a proper good-bye is being given.

To all the lives that were lost:
Thank you.
Sleep well.

Hmmm.....pvp is overused....BONUS BOSS TIME!

If you know about Tower of Doom, then you'll know that my character is REALLY powerful.

So now you're going to fight him.

Minor107 HP: 50/50

He has less health, but trust me, that's for balance....

He gets curbstomped by the paradox king.

Now is not the time for this minor, can't you see that we're trying to hold a memorial service?