"Huh. This is almost as good as the VR setup I had three days ago." - Gibbon Germanium
Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)
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"Huh. This is almost as good as the VR setup I had three days ago." - Gibbon Germanium
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- Hello
For the people who think that things with S9 would go loco, read Joe's description of Gadgeteer:
He can create a solution to a problem instantaneously(maybe) with his NP.
I would eat my own fist if Joe fumbles with this perk in play. Any unexpected bullshit that appears will get checkmated by this perk, especially when compounded that every other perk Joe has.
He can create a solution to a problem instantaneously(maybe) with his NP.
He could spend an hour in his computer and solve the setting, let alone kill the S9. He could have done that 35 chapters ago.
All of the morality stuff falls extremely flat from our perspective, since we know all of Joe's capabilities and can judge his relative inaction for what it is. He's spent like 4 days moping around instead of solving every problem ever and moving on with his life. Only problem is that for us it's been 950k words.
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- Germany
Oh, absolutely. But my point was that that would be her absolute last resort. So long as she thinks she has any other option she won't, since if she fails in such an attack, it's all over for her.
Ah, I'd wondered what'd happened with that.
No, you fool! You don't know what you've done! D:
This is going to be awesome.
Was expecting a '*sniff* they grow up so fast...'
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The mental image had me chuckling.
aaand I read that in Narrator voice™.
<3
Both sentences just... ahh, WAFF.
Do wonder if Joe realizes that the latter applies to him as well, though.
Little Matrix is growing up ^^
Hrm. Now I need to backtrack and see if we've ever seen any interactions between The Matrix and the 40k lab. I don't think so.
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Typos, et al.
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Or replace 'does' with 'has'.
nation."* - missing a period.
renowned*
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This chapter
Genuinely not sure what that intends to mean.
cape*
anonymously*
don't forget* the training
but its* use*
Observations do*, or Observation does*.
Rephrase or elaborate. The second sentence doesn't connect with the first, tenses are wrong.
Or replace 'does' with 'has'.
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- Location
- SoCal
Or you can really twist the knife.
"This reminds me me of the proof of concept I made during lunch the other day."
Thinking
cape society?
don't remember? do you mean don't forget?
it's use against
You can't do that if?
stopped us from?
Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
Its good to know that you dont care about a persons morals if they differs from yours.
Oh, I'm sorry, it seems there was a mishap. It's a "story and exploration" aisle. What you're seeking is in the next aisle - "Worm Any% Speedrun". There you will find thousands of Taylor-fics and Self-Inserts that do exactly what you want.
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- He
Tenchi isn't limited to household like Apeiron (who only have Simple Scientific Solution, and not the 800 CP Maddest science yet), so the comparison kind of fall flat.
In a way, it is a Worm Any% Speedrun... in story.
- Location
- Malaysia
Look at it this way, we are the godly being (reader) comprehend time different than puny mortals of Earth Worm.
"Now we backwards longjump through scions avatar into the Zion dimension loading area"
SSS judges what counts as household issues by Washu's standards (That's why the shower curtain works, despite the fact that no normal person would consider an interdimensional entity spying on you as a household problem, let alone equalize it to "Peeping Tom"). And by Washu's standards - a home is a home, be it the size of a universe or a matchbox.
Good short, but you know you copied a lot of the dialog from Father/Dwarf in the Flask meeting with Truth, right?
Here is a thought, could Victor and his power both meet Truth and have a conversation? What toll would truth take from a shard?
And the follow up omake is Custodian or a stranger agent of Cauldron following Joe into his workshop just then.
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Unfortunately all the pause buffering makes it take a really long time even though the in game timer hardly moves.
verycoolname
Not actually cool
I more or less quoted a few parts word for word. Partially to make sure I got the spirit of the encounter right, and partially because some of Truth's lines are Just That Good.
Dunno how I would have wrote a satisfying dialogue involving a shard. Also, Victor's encounter with Truth would have been better if I'd been able to foreshadow with a line that Truth would have been able to echo, but I'm not that good a writer and this was an Omake.
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- Behind you
Funny, I remember there being a comedy fic out there about a speedrunner live comentary over their latest "Worm any% run", I think it was in SB.
Of course with Worm being Worm someone had to make an omake about Taylor having a mental breakdown because out of nowhere she couldn't control her body and was made to make silly poses while falling through space and time (sequence breaking) and her and other people's word became a blur (dialogue skipping).
Wrong Jack (ExploerTM)
ExploerTM
Ruin has found you at last!
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- Russia, Perm
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- He/Him/His
I needed to get this out of my head, okay?
OMAKE: Wrong Jack
This is it. Jack lazily checked GPS. Yep, Brockton Bay dead ahead. Few more miles and they will be in outskirts. That's where the hard part begins. They would need to sneak into the city proper, establish hideout and start laying preparations. No rush job, slow and methodically. Usually preparations from entering the city to announcement of their arrival takes a few days; this time Jack wouldn't rule out waiting a week or two.
But then again, the longer they stay in city, the higher chance one of the factions will spot them. There's also a problem of Apeiron's rapid improvement. It was their saving grace that Apeiron doesn't know that they're en route.
Or so Jack thought anyway. Because empty road ahead of them started shaking.
"What is going on?!" yelled Shatterbird from the trailer.
"Ambush!" hissed Jack franticly switching to reverse.
Their transport came to a halt and instantly started going back. Jack however was forced to hit the brakes as road behind them was split apart by a giant sinkhole.
"Out of transport, now! Riley, Alan, everything we prepared, now!" ordered Jack jumping out of driver's seat.
Members of Slaughterhouse 9 and Bonesaw's creations poured out of trailer. Siberian and Crawler ignored such minor inconveniences as walls while Burnscar outright melted part of the trailer to make escape.
Jack was immediately grabbed by Siberian who was already holding Riley's hand. Alan already disappeared from the view, man had a real talent for that. Shatterbird took to the skies, while Crawler lazily started walking towards increasingly shaky ground.
Which soon gave in creating another sinkhole, this one a few times bigger than the one that blocked road back.
Out of this sinkhole with way too natural grace emerged what can only be described as giant mechanical beautifully crafted ant. Somehow mere appearance of this mech managed to translate living ants' strength and tenacity, giving impression of something that works toward one singular goal until its fulfilled at any cost.
And Jack knew only one person capable of creating such thing.
Ant's head split apart revealing bored Apeiron.
"Well if it isn't saucy Jack" said The Enigmatic Artificer. He then extended his left hand to the side. Jack's intuition was silent so he allowed man to play his part. His intuition proved to be right once again; Apeiron merely made hologram of digital clocks to appear. "Just a little too late. Uncharacteristic for you."
"Enigmatic Artificer" nodded back at him Jack. "That a very impressive toy you got there. Shame it won't help you."
Then, Apeiron laughed. It wasn't some sort of mad cackling or some boastful laugher. It wasn't genuine laugher either, no. It was some mockery of a laugher, forced and unnatural, but like all with Apeiron, it was clearly the intended effect.
"Idiot" suddenly said tinker. "Quite frankly, I don't need this thing's help. If anything, it was an overkill bringing it here. But with roaches like you, one can never be sure that you got them all. So, a bit of… insurance is in order."
"Oh? Such a bold claim. But can you back it up?"
"Oh I more than can. Quite frankly, I somewhat thankful for your arrival here. It was the spark I needed, something major to go all out, no kiddie gloves, no halfassing equipment, no holding back. This is the excuse my team was waiting for. As unfortunate as it is, conflict is the engine of the progress, and Brockton Bay started to become too stale, too peaceful. And PRT and Protectorate? No biotinkering this, don't create S class threats that. Give yourself up for the Protectorate, you don't need to worry about anything but looking good in your god damn armor! You don't need to think too hard, you are Hero now! And then the only value left is your fame, and PRT will do anything to keep using it so they can stay afloat."
Jack had to forcefully bring his eyebrows down. That… was quite a speech.
"Not a fun of PRT I take?" with a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice asked Jack.
"They serve their purpose but they far from ideal. Corruption, cover ups, rush responses… If they weren't America's only option, they would've been defunded already twice over. But no matter. After all Jack, I know better than doing philosophical discussions with you, longer than it takes for my team to arrive on positions anyway."
Ant's head started closing as mech itself took what can only be described as battle stance.
"Honestly Jack, standing here I realized that in a sense you just like me simply trying to make history. And usually its history judges the right from wrong but for this once I'll make an exception. Violence may be breeds violence but sometimes, regretfully, it has to be this way. So let's get it over with, Jack. Hit me with your best shot, see how it goes!" bellowed mech in Apeiron's voice.
Jack, still hearing nothing from his intuition, smirked.
"Oh if you insist! Ned, he's all yours."
Mech ant quite literally roared and Crawler met his roar with his own.
Jack's smirk morphed into full on smile. This won't take long.
"So…"
"I don't want to talk about it, Aisha. Deed is done, Slaughterhouse 9 is no more, their victims saved and dropped off to hospital, we are done here!"
"C'mon, you cannot not comment on your clone's speech!"
"IT WAS STALLING TACTIC, OKAY!"
OMAKE: Wrong Jack
This is it. Jack lazily checked GPS. Yep, Brockton Bay dead ahead. Few more miles and they will be in outskirts. That's where the hard part begins. They would need to sneak into the city proper, establish hideout and start laying preparations. No rush job, slow and methodically. Usually preparations from entering the city to announcement of their arrival takes a few days; this time Jack wouldn't rule out waiting a week or two.
But then again, the longer they stay in city, the higher chance one of the factions will spot them. There's also a problem of Apeiron's rapid improvement. It was their saving grace that Apeiron doesn't know that they're en route.
Or so Jack thought anyway. Because empty road ahead of them started shaking.
"What is going on?!" yelled Shatterbird from the trailer.
"Ambush!" hissed Jack franticly switching to reverse.
Their transport came to a halt and instantly started going back. Jack however was forced to hit the brakes as road behind them was split apart by a giant sinkhole.
"Out of transport, now! Riley, Alan, everything we prepared, now!" ordered Jack jumping out of driver's seat.
Members of Slaughterhouse 9 and Bonesaw's creations poured out of trailer. Siberian and Crawler ignored such minor inconveniences as walls while Burnscar outright melted part of the trailer to make escape.
Jack was immediately grabbed by Siberian who was already holding Riley's hand. Alan already disappeared from the view, man had a real talent for that. Shatterbird took to the skies, while Crawler lazily started walking towards increasingly shaky ground.
Which soon gave in creating another sinkhole, this one a few times bigger than the one that blocked road back.
Out of this sinkhole with way too natural grace emerged what can only be described as giant mechanical beautifully crafted ant. Somehow mere appearance of this mech managed to translate living ants' strength and tenacity, giving impression of something that works toward one singular goal until its fulfilled at any cost.
And Jack knew only one person capable of creating such thing.
Ant's head split apart revealing bored Apeiron.
"Well if it isn't saucy Jack" said The Enigmatic Artificer. He then extended his left hand to the side. Jack's intuition was silent so he allowed man to play his part. His intuition proved to be right once again; Apeiron merely made hologram of digital clocks to appear. "Just a little too late. Uncharacteristic for you."
"Enigmatic Artificer" nodded back at him Jack. "That a very impressive toy you got there. Shame it won't help you."
Then, Apeiron laughed. It wasn't some sort of mad cackling or some boastful laugher. It wasn't genuine laugher either, no. It was some mockery of a laugher, forced and unnatural, but like all with Apeiron, it was clearly the intended effect.
"Idiot" suddenly said tinker. "Quite frankly, I don't need this thing's help. If anything, it was an overkill bringing it here. But with roaches like you, one can never be sure that you got them all. So, a bit of… insurance is in order."
"Oh? Such a bold claim. But can you back it up?"
"Oh I more than can. Quite frankly, I somewhat thankful for your arrival here. It was the spark I needed, something major to go all out, no kiddie gloves, no halfassing equipment, no holding back. This is the excuse my team was waiting for. As unfortunate as it is, conflict is the engine of the progress, and Brockton Bay started to become too stale, too peaceful. And PRT and Protectorate? No biotinkering this, don't create S class threats that. Give yourself up for the Protectorate, you don't need to worry about anything but looking good in your god damn armor! You don't need to think too hard, you are Hero now! And then the only value left is your fame, and PRT will do anything to keep using it so they can stay afloat."
Jack had to forcefully bring his eyebrows down. That… was quite a speech.
"Not a fun of PRT I take?" with a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice asked Jack.
"They serve their purpose but they far from ideal. Corruption, cover ups, rush responses… If they weren't America's only option, they would've been defunded already twice over. But no matter. After all Jack, I know better than doing philosophical discussions with you, longer than it takes for my team to arrive on positions anyway."
Ant's head started closing as mech itself took what can only be described as battle stance.
"Honestly Jack, standing here I realized that in a sense you just like me simply trying to make history. And usually its history judges the right from wrong but for this once I'll make an exception. Violence may be breeds violence but sometimes, regretfully, it has to be this way. So let's get it over with, Jack. Hit me with your best shot, see how it goes!" bellowed mech in Apeiron's voice.
Jack, still hearing nothing from his intuition, smirked.
"Oh if you insist! Ned, he's all yours."
Mech ant quite literally roared and Crawler met his roar with his own.
Jack's smirk morphed into full on smile. This won't take long.
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"So…"
"I don't want to talk about it, Aisha. Deed is done, Slaughterhouse 9 is no more, their victims saved and dropped off to hospital, we are done here!"
"C'mon, you cannot not comment on your clone's speech!"
"IT WAS STALLING TACTIC, OKAY!"
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MagicalAmbitions
the rose in your vase
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it seems like people in the audience have this thing where they decide that Joe should be powerful enough to x y z and that he therefore should be doing x y z in the next chapter in a way that comes across as if they're arguing against the idea of the story continuing to exist.
Here, I'll write it:
Here is the secret 'perfectly rational' ending. pick your favorite chapter and append this to the end.the secret ending said:
Unironically… yeah? Or just ending the classic BCF loop [get power, moan about power, upgrade everything, interrupted by getting another power…], so that plot can move forward? Like actually fighting bad guys or healing C53's or curb stomping Coil or doing anything at all.
Pacing + power creep have been a complaint since the Bakuda fight 1m words ago lol 🤷🏼♂️😂. Joe has like 10,000 years as a space cop or transformer or whatever in his head but he spends all day hurr durr'ing around his fiat backed, undetectable doorway to a personal reality, jerking off technology and researching and Fleet. It's hilarious
ExploerTM
Ruin has found you at last!
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- Russia, Perm
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- He/Him/His
Then this story is simply not for you. Like thats it. I personally can't stand Taylor Varga and can go on lengthy rants about it. But I dont do that because it would change nothing and will just mildly annoy people. Author wont change his writing style. Community that was built around this fic won't suddenly stop reading it.
As you said yourself, course of this fic was decided months ago, it wont suddenly change because some people dont like it. As Slentoru said earlier. this story is not about OP MC owning wormverse. There's nothing bad with these kinds of stories - god knows, I enjoyed Kill Them All and Hope Through Overwhelming Firepower - but this story is simply not it. Just like Varga is slice of life, this story is exploring setting while it deals with total OCP and how MC himself deals with that OCP while trying to get his life on track.
@LordRoustabout I'm assuming Garment is a fan of this repeating perk even though it's not technically a Fashion or Appearance related perk. Because every time the "Workshop" perk comes along and Joe gets a new Workshop then Garment's "Clothing Workshop" becomes bigger, better, and more advanced; I imagine she likes it just as mush as design perks.
What other "Workshops" could Joe get? They already alluded to an Automobile Workshop but what else could be possible?
I enjoy aspects of this story which keep me coming back, (Fleet, most characterizations of Worm characters are simply amazing, sunk cost, etc), and pseudo-grudge read/skim the remainder.
It's also cathartic to yell at internet clouds every once in a while lol. I don't expect the story to change and don't want it too. Not meaning my comments to be the start of ~serious discourse~ since I try to put tons of humor into them to make it obvious I'm not the most serious. 🤷🏼♂️
I think there was WoG that Robotics Workshop was going to be the last time the Workshop perk was going to repeat itself. After which it'll be swapped out with a roll for PR option instead.
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- Philippines
Honestly the funniest and most ironic thing about this fic is the difference in the in-story and out-story audience. Out of story, much of the audience would want nothing more than for the story's pace to speed up. But in-story, everyone in Brockton Bay and out of it would want nothing more than for Apeiron to slow down because oh god, just how much more ridiculous would Apeiron get? It hasn't even been a few days and he's escalated things again!
Readers: "Man, this is so slow, can't it get any faster?"
Brockton: "I WANT TO GET OFF MR BONES' WILD RIDE"