DtG: Destroy the Godmodder (The Broken Masquerade)

I run onto the battlefield, slightly out of breath, and glance around at everyone.

"Holy smokes, I'm late! They started without me! After all I did against the Herald..."

I look at my watch.

"Well, no wonder I was late. This darn thing's running slow! Might as well get rid of it."

So I throw my watch at the Godmodder.
 
And then rocks fall upon the Godmodder,millions of Meteors strike upon her right after the Watch throw
 
Round 2
oh man, this is pretty crazy, huh?

Granted a sudden and incredible boon of temporary foresight, with which I come to the decision to fire a singular bullet of into space.

And then several more.
For some reason, you decide to shoot bullets through the already-cracked glass of the Godmodder's ship! This causes the next two actions to happen IN SPACE, while the Godmodder begins to regret her decision of not making the windows out of Transparisteel!
The guy does a think. He gains infinite IQ and uses his brain to smash the Godmodder into the ground.
With the power of Intellectuallism, you momentarily stun the Godmodder...
"Actually, I'm just A joe bob, there are 5 of me on this ship."
"I must say, the resemblance to Joe BOB is uncanny."
"But I'm not the one you're thinking of, the only thing I've done outside of my home universe asides from small explorations is that whole herald fight thing."
"...Sorry about that by the way, but given the existance of the soul net (and your own variant (yes i know about it (you'll know how i know a while after you reach 70 HP)), it's not like they're really Dead"
"No hard feelings, I hope?"
"... I bet when they said the world is ending again, they where talking about you."
"Also, for future notice, my name is JOEbob, with the capitalization. if its capitalized differently? Not me."

Now, when they roundhouse kicked me in the face,while their leg was in contact with my face, I stole it. this is how I am able to talk normally, instead of in a vaugely muffled unclear mumble. I stole it with a touch-range teleport with a range limit, which is easy since in order to roundhouse kick me in the face, they need to touch my face.
....the teleport may or may not be portal-based.
Allowing JOE to steal a leg. The Godmodder teeters for a moment in the vaccum of space, as she begins to regenerate...
To every newcomers that are joining the effort in defeating this Godmodder, they feel a strange, unseen force, one of coincidence, wash over them as they enter the battlefield. But to those who were present for the death of the Herald, this force is a familiar ally.

Regardless of their familiarity with this strange, arguably-creature, it's hard to get a read on its inner mechanisms, or rather, its mind. The question of "What does this being have in mind," however, has been swiftly answered: as the Godmodder stands on her ground, this same force encircles around her with what can be described as a growing, morbid desire, and part of that desire requires that this Godmodder be at death's door.

As soon as that has been cleared up, the mind of this force conceals. The force itself is poised for war.

A long time ago, in a universe blissfully unaware that such beings as Godmodders exist, in a galaxy of uninterconnected lives, in a solar system that's fairly a newborn compared to others, in a planet where a different war rages on, efforts have been made into creating the ultimate weapon that would force surrender into the enemies' hearts and mind. The weapon in question? A volatile mix that, upon contact with however form it appears as, causes unimaginable pain of all sorts to whatever sentient being the mix touches. As it is a volatile mix, it should be handled with the care one would have while handling a baby. A grievous mistake, however, when the current handler of the mix forgot that their shoes were untied. The handler falls, the mix in a tiny test tube flies, and the others watch helplessly in terrified anticipation as both the loss of their latest fruit of research as well as the unimaginable pain it will cause are two events that are bound to occur. However, as coincidence would have it, they also have had another success as of late: the Void Bin. It is as the name says, it's a trash bin that leads to somewhere in a void dimension. It has just coincidentally been put into use as...well, a trash bin. And down the mix goes. The scientists sigh in sheer disappointment as even though it did not explode in their faces, it is still back to square one for them.

The view cuts to the mix, still contained within the test tube, floating through the void. Strangely enough, it's brimming with more amounts of trash than what the scientists could've thrown into their Void Bin. Piles of trash surround the vial in every direction, and from each one, shuffling can be seen and heard. The sources of the shuffling comes out, and people from varying species reveal themselves. They are, by their species' definition, malformed. Judging by how they look and how they came out from piles of trash, that could only mean one thing: Void Scrappers. These poor folks all gaze at the mix, and one thought rings out through all of their minds: "Treasure?" The scrappers all leap from their piles and towards the vial with the intent of keeping it to themselves and themselves only. This, of course, leads to conflict amongst every one of the scrappers. The scrappers engage in what will soon be a fruitless combat as the force of each motion, though not really capable of damaging the vial significantly, still sends it flying off into the distance and out of the scrappers' reach.

The vial containing the mix goes its merry way across this specific void, encountering more Void Scrappers, corpses of creatures thrown into the void and could not adapt in time, ruins of civilizations that fell victim to the wraths of powerful warpers, and many much more sights.

We now go to the present, where the glass vial, miraculously untouched, is now on course towards a wormhole that just coincidentally happens to be there. With no objections coming from any source, the vial enters the wormhole.

We cut back to the battlefield, specifically the Godmodder herself, turning down attacks through means of dodging, tanking, and irrelevating. As the Godmodder winds up to "turn down" the next attack, a wormhole coincidentally opens up extremely close to one of her limbs in motion. The vial containing the mix of "unimaginable" pain flies through that wormhole and into the way of one of the Godmodder's limbs. The Godmodder, being the oh-so powerful one that she is, notices the vial, but only a tad bit too late as the vial is smashed and its content explodes violently, encompassing the Godmodder in its effect.

The effect contains multiple types of pain of not only the physical variety, but also that of mental, spiritual, emotional, and, if the Godmodder has them, other types of pain to her wellness. It's...not the worst pain in existence, but it's surely nearing that. It'll at least damage the Godmodder, however effective it may be against her.
Just as a vial of liquid pain shatters in her near proximity. The concoction momentarily breaks down her Godmodding-based pain-inhibitions, which coupled with her attempt to regenerate a leg causes an immense amount of pain. Gritting her teeth, the Godmodder stands back up just as her warship repairs itself.
She tries to hide it, but it's clear that the following events have taken a toll on her wellbeing.
1 damage to the Godmodder.
The Trial of Being
"In order to begin, one must first be. Without essence of self, it is impossible to actively start anything. And so the first challenge is undergone; to become, to initiate, to exist."​

The nameless felt... nothing. It had no consciousness, no feelings, no anything. Nothing to base its frame of reference on besides a few pieces of scattered knoweldge pulled from a life it could not remember, nor was likely to ever be able to remember. So it floated in the void, a disembodied not-yet-consciousness waiting, except not waiting, for something to happen. They sit for what could be an eternity, or perhaps wasn't, maybe it was only a few seconds, or it could have been a mere half an instant, without a conscious mind there to witness the flow of time, does time really pass at all? None could say, things simply are the way they are until they cease to be so. Things continue on that way until something notices that things are the way they are, and might not be that way in a few seconds, or tomorrow, or a few years, and suddenly time has been invented.
But that's a lesson for another time.
The lesson for today is that of being. That one must be to do, and one must do to matter. Without a thought to muster ones own will and force, you are simply but a tool in another's hands. This is the first lesson that must be learned, in order to matter in this reality, you must act on your own, choose to be something, not passively acted upon like the rock, which is worn away by the water, which is moved by the tides, which come only into being by the motion of the moon, which in turn was created by the might of physics, which all established itself at the beginning of the universe's creation by the will of the great forces which control the cosmos.
So the first step for the nameless in their quest to gain a new name, is for it to think, to be.
And so it does, first it's mind sparks, information and pseudo-memories collecting together, sparking with one another until knowledge fills the gaps in a cascade of mental continuity.
And then comes the opportunity, the place where 90% of those who undergo the Great Trials fail. As it comes into contact with its own thoughts, their own being, what will it do? Will they move forward and out of the darkness, into realm of knowing things, out of the comforting nothingness they've been part of up until that time. Will it let fear and uncertainty take over their being and return them to nothing, or will it move forward, with a sense of purpose?
And the nameless opens its eyes.

The battlefield is suddenly struck by a pillar of light, which sends a massive shockwave emanating outwards, the pure force of existence sending a cascading power across the battlefield. It knocks over everyone... and slams into the Godmodder at full force, amplified by a sense of purpose, raw metaphysical damage coursing through her being.

While reading the update tells her the source, she can't pinpoint it's location exactly, but she does know this... something is coming. What it is that will come is as yet up in the air, but when it comes, she will have discovered a powerful new enemy.

Of course... that's assuming the nameless can finish The Great Trials.

(My first post was supposed to lead into this, so count these two as all one thing)

...somewhere, somewhen, and something else...

The nameless awakes within a temple. Around it in the circular room are sets of doors. Four doors on each "side" of the temple, with three of each of the groups of four on a gallery lifted up behind the first. Two doors sit on the central platform it stands on, and the whole thing is a stark, empty, white.
In the center is a small pedestal with a small screen, or maybe a window. Through it can be seen the beginning of a war. The nameless doesn't know what to make of it, but it feels like one day it shall have to go through that window somehow. Almost as if its destiny calls it there.
The Pillar of godly energy is enough to knock the Godmodder off her feet, but not enough to actually deal damage.
I stab the Godmodder with a Star Destroyer.
While you attempt to do this, the Godmodder's own warship detects the foreign spacecraft, and engages it's shrink ray defenses to reduce it to a more manageable size. With an audible dink, a minature Star Destroyer collides with the transparisteel viewport showing the vastness of space outside, and sticks to it, the much larger vessel's gravity keeping it stuck there.
JOE smiles. he now has one arm of IPR, 1 arm from the herald, and hopefully a leg from the Godmodder. now he just needs 2 more people to steal body parts from.
then he realizes his radiation gun is missing some things. for example, it is now imbued with the power to make at least 180,000,000,000,000,000,000* the minimum amount of that radiation per second (IE: 180,000,000,000,000,000,000 photons of visible light, which is what a lightbulb makes per second). it is also now highly resistant to damage- every time something would impair its ability to function, it will delay 3 seconds, then revert to undamaged state and teleport into my possession, aside from being made of a very strong metal. various other minor add-ons and backups exist, like enhanced targetting and resistance to spacewarps, but those would be truly arduous to list. for now, it is sufficient to say that it is very much improved...
Oh, and it also gains the ability to generate the radiation in the shape of a 1.8-meter-long sword, glowing a hazy cyan (this is for aesthetic purposes, and if the light plane thingy would keep it from happening, the area instead becomes a translucent cyan temporarilly. because SORDZ
You upgrade your radiation gun!
I pick up a rock and run towards the Godmodder. I put the rock down right in front of her. I run behind a tree and watch...
You put the rock in front of the Godmodder, but she lifts up off of the ground, and watches you with a judging look as you materialize a tree right in the middle of her spaceship bridge.
Now you just feel really embarassed.
I kick the Godmodder in the shins while another shadow clone attempts to stab the Godmodder many,many times
You jump up in the air in an attempt to do an AERIAL X2 DOUBLE SHIN KICK SHADOW CLONE ATTACK TECHNIQUE, but the Godmodder moves out of the way at the last moment, causing you and your shadow clone to collide with each other!
A pack off distraction Corgis suddenly appear and start running around being adorable little goofball in front off the Godmodder, preventing her from noticing the Thorgi (a Corgi wielding Mjolnir) flying in from behind to attack her.

As Thorgi flies towards the Godmodder, she turns around and catches him.
"Who's a good boy? WHOS A GOOD BOI?"
I take hold of my robes that was fluttering around due to the post-teleportation effects and immediately start grumbling about the 0.0001% teleportation mishaps.

Still, I missed the opening strike but I hope to make up with this.

Grabbing a bunch of self-levitating, eldritch blankets, I add the corgis that were summoned onto the blankets have them pilot the blankets. Now the battlefield is mainly obscured in blankets that are being piloted by corgis who's main goal is to distract. Fun. Taking advantage of that, I take a Mario series Superstar and apply it for those succulent seconds of oneshot-ness and go in a teleporting chase as I put on my anti-distraction glasses. I take a nanosecond to check my TPS (Teleports Per Second) which rounds up to around 100 to the power of googol and let rip my star-powered body target the Godmodder.
As you teleport around the Godmodder attempting to hit her while in your superstate, she's just too fast to be touched, even with your incredibly rapid teleportation. Unfortunately, she's moving around while holding Thorgi, and all this rapid movement is causing a lot of distress for such a powerful pooch!
The nameless, since I'm too tired to perform the next trial, pokes the screen, causing a massive wall of force to come in behind the Thorgi and back up its massive hammer strike with another massive strike of just miscellaneous force.
And then, a divine wall of force hits Thorgi. At that moment, he goes flying out of the Godmodder's hand. He cant take it anymore....
He must BORK.


B̠̮̥̙̥͖̈́͋̀̾̾ͅŌ͍̭̍͋̊͋̃̉R͓̱̭̟̘̜ͪ̔͊ͮ̓͋K͔̰̗̞

(This is supposed to be lightning, by the way.)
The Godmodder claps her hands over her ears a split-second before the divine BORK ripples across the room, but it still deals 1 damage to her, and knocks everyone backwards.
I run onto the battlefield, slightly out of breath, and glance around at everyone.

"Holy smokes, I'm late! They started without me! After all I did against the Herald..."

I look at my watch.

"Well, no wonder I was late. This darn thing's running slow! Might as well get rid of it."

So I throw my watch at the Godmodder.
You throw your watch at the Godmodder, who picks it up!
And then rocks fall upon the Godmodder,millions of Meteors strike upon her right after the Watch throw
You summon meteors, which the Godmodder phases through using her superspeed! Unfortuately, the floor of her Warship doesn't have superspeed, and takes the full brunt of the, and I quote, "millions of Meteors". This utterly wrecks the bridge, and you all begin to enter freefall.... save for the Godmodder, that is. She's still flying.
So unfair, am I right?

Itenary:
Stop falling!
Destroy the Godmodder!

[GM] The Godmodder. 78/80 Hp
 
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Fortunately, the nameless is not falling, as it's not actually there, so it just watches curiously as everyone plummets to their doom.

Argh, I really want to do the trial of air, but I can't due to time so instead a passing fly slaps the Godmodder, distracting her for a later attack.
 
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I simply summon a space sloop and started to point the spacy-warpy-timey harpoon guns that was mounted on the space sloop at the Godmodder. The pointing wasn't necessary as the spacy-warpy-timey parts of the harpoon tend to hit things at WHATEVERZZZZ level of speeds in whatever direction but pointing at the things you're going to shoot at is just politeness at that point you know?

Even if the harpoons misses the Godmodder, it will still hit something I would like dead anyways.
 
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I produce a hovering plexiglass for everyone to land on that's also comfy for everyone involved,it is then enchanted to hold all of our weight and to stay hovering
 
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I come in from the Dimension of Blood portal and dramatically chestburster out of the godmodder by exploding in size to distract her, like one of those weird alien movies or those puppies from Fort Knox!

Since she's likely seen this before or might not have the portal open, I teleport out and spray silly string at her too so it's actually surprising.
 
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I then make the silly string wrap around the ankles and cause the Godmodder to Trip and fall into the hole
 
The unseen force, lacking a body of any sorts, does not fall with the others. Despite being insured of its own safety, it still requires the others' presence, or, at least that is what the others feel this force is thinking. As such, it elects to give yet another layer of safe floor for everyone to land on.

Another set of meteors fly in. This specific set of meteors crash into the remnants of the million-meteors set. However, instead of leading to a more natural disarray of meteor bits floating aimlessly in space, the end result ends up being an admittedly-artificial-looking platform flat enough as to not cause easy bruises to anyone upon landing and close enough as so the fall itself isn't particularly harmful.
 
I pause, falling but unconcerned, and a cyan platform appears at my feet, moving down slightly slower then me and so decelerating me gradually. once I reach a rough standstill , another several platforms appear, and I run from one to the next until I am almost directly bellow the Godmodder, and take out my radiation gun.
I point it at them, and fire.
what happens next?
well, I set the radiation gun to the far end of high-frequency light.
...far end meaning very high-frequency, not that the gun has a limit to its selection, of course. I control the radiation type with my mind, because any dial would have to be absurdly complicated and that still wouldn't account for Wacky radiation.
so, to explain what happens next, I need to explain something else.
Lightbulbs produce mostly visible light. how do they accomplish this?
the way I've heard it described is that different wavelengths of light need different amounts of energy, and visible frequencies need only like 3 units a photon, while the ultraviolet is a group that wants say... exactly 1,029 units, no more, no less. this means there's a Lot more energy at higher-frequency things.
now, i wasn't sure if i was right, so i checked, and based on "Hubblesite", "The greater the energy, the larger the frequency and the shorter (smaller) the wavelength. Given the relationship between wavelength and frequency — the higher the frequency, the shorter the wavelength — it follows that short wavelengths are more energetic than long wavelengths."
So, I picked a very high-frequency (and so high-energy) radiation. but wait, shouldn't this mean I get less of the radiation, and so the same power?
nope! "for example, it is now imbued with the power to make at least 180,000,000,000,000,000,000* the minimum amount of that radiation per second (IE: 180,000,000,000,000,000,000 photons of visible light, which is what a lightbulb makes per second)". a single photon of super-high-frequency light is the minimum amount of it, so i still make at least 180,000,000,000,000,000,000 photons of this radiation a second, and so as long as I put the knob high enough, it will vastly increase energy of the beam.
Now, this beam is very focused, because with the small size of the wavelength, this is easy to do. as well, it is invisible, since this is not a visible frequency of light (those are blocked, aren't they?).
So it's like a very, very, very hot knife shooting out of my gun. if it hits the Godmodder, great, their body has now violently evaporated and/or spontaneously combusted and/or melted. if it doesn't, well, they sure have a lot of spaceship stuff to hit. let me just ratchet up the radiation frequency another 10,000 fold, then set the beam to wide angle and fire at the wall. I'm sure it all works wonderfully when its superheated, melting, and possibly also evaporating, on fire, or exploding! of course, if they just let my first beam hit them, I don't have to do that, and I even promise not to do it if they let my first beam hit them.
as for whether this destroys the gun, i thought of that; at most it'll trigger the 2-seconds-later-repair/return function which resets it to its prior state.
 
I take out my phone and call a hive-mind of flat-earthers. I talk for a few minutes, then hang up.

A few seconds later, a flat disk materializes beneath us. We all land on it.

The flat disk begins to accelerate upwards at 9.8 meters per second per second, simulating gravity.

As we ascend, picking up speed, we eventually slam into the Godmodder, who never fell to begin with.
 
I pop my gun into my inventory,and proceed to cast a long-range scan, searching for powerful beings that are not players or the Godmodder, so I can steal their limbs. also, probably interfere with whatever bad stuff they're doing, since it's almost impossible for them to not be on the godmodders side.
The scan is cast by loudly declaring my intent, then waiting for the god of sidequests to suggest i go a specific way, then going that way.
"I Would like to find a powerful being that is not a player or the godmodder so I can steal their limbs! I'm going to float around aimlessly now."
I then float around aimlessly by creating another one of those cyan platforms, sitting down, and directing it to move in multiple directions.
 
I take out one of my more devious gadgets: the Incredible Shrinking Barrier, which is utterly indestructible and shrinks around its target until said target is crushed. Sounds great, right? So I use it on the Godmodder.

Unfortunately, it only exists for an instant ... the same instant as the Godmodder, moving forward in time to always surround her in the present, closing in with each passing moment.
 
I summon an X-wing out of thin air, ram it into the Godmodder, then make an FTL jump for the nearest black hole and teleport out of the craft the instant before it does so.
 
I pick up the tree and through it at the Godmodder at FTL: Faster Than Lighttm​ speeds. The ensuing legal battle distracts her just long enough that she fails to block the speeding wooden projectile.
The splinter she gets from it is kinda annoying, I guess.
 
While I drift along with my Space Sloop, I started gathering the firestorm that was formerly just SPACEEEEEE and proceed to gather it within the palm of my hand. From the far reaches of the Void, The fire caused by the Godmodder's initial strike was then controlled and zooms into my hand as I control it and make sure that it doesn't collide with several worlds and burn them in the migrating Void-wide Firestorm.

A couple of seconds has passed and the Void no longers has fire lighting it up and is back to its abysmal state. In fact, all the lighting is now stuck in my hand! While I'm curious about opening my hand just to see what I can do with all this energy, I simply pocketed my hand away in my robe, and see what the spacy-warpy-timey harpoon guns reeled in.
 
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The nameless turns away from the screen showing various people falling or not falling, and looks at the doors surrounding it. There are four open, one in each of the "corners" of the temple. One is a windy grey, one a fiery red, one an earth brown and the last a watery blue. The nameless looks at them all, then moves towards the first one, walking across the featureless white bridge that leads to it, and fearlessly walking through the entryway.

The Trial of Air
"Air, the essence of freedom, of movement, and of breath."​

The nameless falls. Soaring downwards through the air, it can feel the rush of wind on its "skin", pushing up against it. It doesn't know why but these circumstances worry it. Is it not supposed to be falling? Perhaps this is part of the trial, this falling sensation making it uncomfortable. Perhaps it needs to be accustomed to the falling? It doesn't really know, it has no information about said trials to go on.
It feels the air, it feels the ar swirling around outside of itself, it feels like... somehow it needs to not be outside of itself. Like the air is a part that's missing. But how? The nameless reaches out for the air, and feels something come closer. The answer maybe?
It continues to struggle, and to move, trying to pull it in closer, and reaches... upwards. Suddenly the air around it feels less harsh, less like a force pushing it downwards or upwards, but rather like a friend, lifting and pulling them along in the right direction. The fall becomes contained, measured, and freedom is achieved. The nameless feels the something come closer, closer... but it still can't quite reach it.
There's still something missing, a piece of it, that's close, but not quite there, something that makes them incomplete... how does it find it?
It heaves a not-sigh, and then breathe in.
And air fills its lung-analogues in glorious fulfillment. Air fills its lungs, and it understands, freedom, movement, and the power that comes from that.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the Godmodder fills their lungs fill with air. They suddenly feel freer, more fluid in movement, able to move faster. As their lungs fill with more and more air, they feel that feeling grow stronger. They can do anything, unfettered by the chains of the ground, movement so smooth and so easy it hurts. No, that's not what hurts, where is that burning sensations coming from?
And then the growing air pressure in her lungs makes her chest explode.

The nameless awakens once more in the temple, and looks around, the three doors in the gallery above the door to the Trial of Air have opened. Interesting.​
 
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Round 3
Fortunately, the nameless is not falling, as it's not actually there, so it just watches curiously as everyone plummets to their doom.

Argh, I really want to do the trial of air, but I can't due to time so instead a passing fly slaps the Godmodder, distracting her for a later attack.
Slap applied, Godmodder distracted!
I simply summon a space sloop and started to point the spacy-warpy-timey harpoon guns that was mounted on the space sloop at the Godmodder. The pointing wasn't necessary as the spacy-warpy-timey parts of the harpoon tend to hit things at WHATEVERZZZZ level of speeds in whatever direction but pointing at the things you're going to shoot at is just politeness at that point you know?

Even if the harpoons misses the Godmodder, it will still hit something I would like dead anyways.
Mini-Sloop summoned! You attempt to shoot the Godmodder with a harpoon at Ludicrous Speed, only for your harpoon to turn into harmless pieces of fabric from the sheer stress it went through! Thin pieces of metal were never meant to experience Ludicrous Speed! The strips of fabric whizz narrowly past the Godmodder and puncture the warship, and go flying off into the Void, to seek whatever you want dead!
I produce a hovering plexiglass for everyone to land on that's also comfy for everyone involved,it is then enchanted to hold all of our weight and to stay hovering
Due to the sheer amount of people falling and impacting the plexiglass at the same time, it shatters in everyone who's falling's faces!
Ouch.
I come in from the Dimension of Blood portal and dramatically chestburster out of the godmodder by exploding in size to distract her, like one of those weird alien movies or those puppies from Fort Knox!

Since she's likely seen this before or might not have the portal open, I teleport out and spray silly string at her too so it's actually surprising.
Welcome Nedben! You burst out of the Blood Dimension and spray silly string on the Godmodder! She looks at you disapprovingly! It's really awkward, as you begin to fall into the hole because gravity's still a thing!
I then make the silly string wrap around the ankles and cause the Godmodder to Trip and fall into the hole
The silly string wraps around the Godmodder's ankles, but she doesn't trip because she's flying! The Silly String's also promptly disintegrates, as the Godmodder flares her aura.
The unseen force, lacking a body of any sorts, does not fall with the others. Despite being insured of its own safety, it still requires the others' presence, or, at least that is what the others feel this force is thinking. As such, it elects to give yet another layer of safe floor for everyone to land on.

Another set of meteors fly in. This specific set of meteors crash into the remnants of the million-meteors set. However, instead of leading to a more natural disarray of meteor bits floating aimlessly in space, the end result ends up being an admittedly-artificial-looking platform flat enough as to not cause easy bruises to anyone upon landing and close enough as so the fall itself isn't particularly harmful.
Platform made! The next two people who are falling that are posting will be have stable altitude!
I pause, falling but unconcerned, and a cyan platform appears at my feet, moving down slightly slower then me and so decelerating me gradually. once I reach a rough standstill , another several platforms appear, and I run from one to the next until I am almost directly bellow the Godmodder, and take out my radiation gun.
I point it at them, and fire.
what happens next?
well, I set the radiation gun to the far end of high-frequency light.
...far end meaning very high-frequency, not that the gun has a limit to its selection, of course. I control the radiation type with my mind, because any dial would have to be absurdly complicated and that still wouldn't account for Wacky radiation.
so, to explain what happens next, I need to explain something else.
Lightbulbs produce mostly visible light. how do they accomplish this?
the way I've heard it described is that different wavelengths of light need different amounts of energy, and visible frequencies need only like 3 units a photon, while the ultraviolet is a group that wants say... exactly 1,029 units, no more, no less. this means there's a Lot more energy at higher-frequency things.
now, i wasn't sure if i was right, so i checked, and based on "Hubblesite", "The greater the energy, the larger the frequency and the shorter (smaller) the wavelength. Given the relationship between wavelength and frequency — the higher the frequency, the shorter the wavelength — it follows that short wavelengths are more energetic than long wavelengths."
So, I picked a very high-frequency (and so high-energy) radiation. but wait, shouldn't this mean I get less of the radiation, and so the same power?
nope! "for example, it is now imbued with the power to make at least 180,000,000,000,000,000,000* the minimum amount of that radiation per second (IE: 180,000,000,000,000,000,000 photons of visible light, which is what a lightbulb makes per second)". a single photon of super-high-frequency light is the minimum amount of it, so i still make at least 180,000,000,000,000,000,000 photons of this radiation a second, and so as long as I put the knob high enough, it will vastly increase energy of the beam.
Now, this beam is very focused, because with the small size of the wavelength, this is easy to do. as well, it is invisible, since this is not a visible frequency of light (those are blocked, aren't they?).
So it's like a very, very, very hot knife shooting out of my gun. if it hits the Godmodder, great, their body has now violently evaporated and/or spontaneously combusted and/or melted. if it doesn't, well, they sure have a lot of spaceship stuff to hit. let me just ratchet up the radiation frequency another 10,000 fold, then set the beam to wide angle and fire at the wall. I'm sure it all works wonderfully when its superheated, melting, and possibly also evaporating, on fire, or exploding! of course, if they just let my first beam hit them, I don't have to do that, and I even promise not to do it if they let my first beam hit them.
as for whether this destroys the gun, i thought of that; at most it'll trigger the 2-seconds-later-repair/return function which resets it to its prior state.
You are now not falling! The Godmodder lets the beam hit her, but as it does, it's refracted across the room, the energy dispersed everywhere!
I give the Godmodder a warm hug. Since she's flying, that means falling no longer happens! Yay!
Godmodder hugged! You are now not falling!
"Thanks, but no thanks."
You are now falling again! You fall onto the stable platform!
You are now not falling!
I take out my phone and call a hive-mind of flat-earthers. I talk for a few minutes, then hang up.

A few seconds later, a flat disk materializes beneath us. We all land on it.

The flat disk begins to accelerate upwards at 9.8 meters per second per second, simulating gravity.

As we ascend, picking up speed, we eventually slam into the Godmodder, who never fell to begin with.
Ascending platform made! The next person to perform their action will be on an ascending platform! However, the sudden acceleration in the opposite direction causes you to lose your balance, and as you reach back up to where the Godmodder is, she headbutts you, breaking down your section of the platform! You are now falling!
I pop my gun into my inventory,and proceed to cast a long-range scan, searching for powerful beings that are not players or the Godmodder, so I can steal their limbs. also, probably interfere with whatever bad stuff they're doing, since it's almost impossible for them to not be on the godmodders side.
The scan is cast by loudly declaring my intent, then waiting for the god of sidequests to suggest i go a specific way, then going that way.
"I Would like to find a powerful being that is not a player or the godmodder so I can steal their limbs! I'm going to float around aimlessly now."
I then float around aimlessly by creating another one of those cyan platforms, sitting down, and directing it to move in multiple directions.
You scan for the nearest locations of powerful beings, and you pick up nineteen such signatures, but they're all very far away!
By the way, there is no God of Sidequests here! There's only me!
I take out one of my more devious gadgets: the Incredible Shrinking Barrier, which is utterly indestructible and shrinks around its target until said target is crushed. Sounds great, right? So I use it on the Godmodder.

Unfortunately, it only exists for an instant ... the same instant as the Godmodder, moving forward in time to always surround her in the present, closing in with each passing moment.
The Godmodder is stronger than the barrier, and she punches right through it!
"Isn't that called the Phaedrus Maneuver, or something? Been a while since someone tried that on me!"
The guy asks if is this Minecraft.
What's Minecraft?
I summon an X-wing out of thin air, ram it into the Godmodder, then make an FTL jump for the nearest black hole and teleport out of the craft the instant before it does so.
What's an X-wing?
Anyhow, you create some sort of...four winged creature that can move faster than light? Possessing a common sense, it decides to not jump into the nearest Black Hole.
I pick up the tree and through it at the Godmodder at FTL: Faster Than Lighttm​ speeds. The ensuing legal battle distracts her just long enough that she fails to block the speeding wooden projectile.
The splinter she gets from it is kinda annoying, I guess.
The Godmodder dodges the tree, and throws the lawyers at FTL: Faster Than Lighttm​ speeds at you!
"Your lawsuit, not mine."
While I drift along with my Space Sloop, I started gathering the firestorm that was formerly just SPACEEEEEE and proceed to gather it within the palm of my hand. From the far reaches of the Void, The fire caused by the Godmodder's initial strike was then controlled and zooms into my hand as I control it and make sure that it doesn't collide with several worlds and burn them in the migrating Void-wide Firestorm.

A couple of seconds has passed and the Void no longers has fire lighting it up and is back to its abysmal state. In fact, all the lighting is now stuck in my hand! While I'm curious about opening my hand just to see what I can do with all this energy, I simply pocketed my hand away in my robe, and see what the spacy-warpy-timey harpoon guns reeled in.
...How did you get outside of the ship? As you drag your hand across space, you realize that everything's on fire. It's just endless fire, everywhere. The background of the Void has been lit by this... orangeness. As you attempt to scoop up some of this ....voidfire, it burns, with an intensity like nothing you've ever seen before, threatening to melt your hand. You drop the voidfire ember, letting it return to burning space.
You see this? This is what the Godmodder's capable of.
Reality is on fire.
Also, you reel in some voidfish. Not that they actually look like fish, but everyone seems to use sea terms, thinking the void is like the ocean. It's a totally stupid convention. Still, I hear voidfish is a delicacy. Have you had any before?
I cast Feather Fall to stop falling and start... feather falling.
You are now not falling!
I steal the Godmodder's flight for myself.
You steal the Godmodder's copy of Flight!
"Hey, I liked that movie."
The nameless turns away from the screen showing various people falling or not falling, and looks at the doors surrounding it. There are four open, one in each of the "corners" of the temple. One is a windy grey, one a fiery red, one an earth brown and the last a watery blue. The nameless looks at them all, then moves towards the first one, walking across the featureless white bridge that leads to it, and fearlessly walking through the entryway.

The Trial of Air
"Air, the essence of freedom, of movement, and of breath."​

The nameless falls. Soaring downwards through the air, it can feel the rush of wind on its "skin", pushing up against it. It doesn't know why but these circumstances worry it. Is it not supposed to be falling? Perhaps this is part of the trial, this falling sensation making it uncomfortable. Perhaps it needs to be accustomed to the falling? It doesn't really know, it has no information about said trials to go on.
It feels the air, it feels the ar swirling around outside of itself, it feels like... somehow it needs to not be outside of itself. Like the air is a part that's missing. But how? The nameless reaches out for the air, and feels something come closer. The answer maybe?
It continues to struggle, and to move, trying to pull it in closer, and reaches... upwards. Suddenly the air around it feels less harsh, less like a force pushing it downwards or upwards, but rather like a friend, lifting and pulling them along in the right direction. The fall becomes contained, measured, and freedom is achieved. The nameless feels the something come closer, closer... but it still can't quite reach it.
There's still something missing, a piece of it, that's close, but not quite there, something that makes them incomplete... how does it find it?
It heaves a not-sigh, and then breathe in.
And air fills its lung-analogues in glorious fulfillment. Air fills its lungs, and it understands, freedom, movement, and the power that comes from that.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the Godmodder fills their lungs fill with air. They suddenly feel freer, more fluid in movement, able to move faster. As their lungs fill with more and more air, they feel that feeling grow stronger. They can do anything, unfettered by the chains of the ground, movement so smooth and so easy it hurts. No, that's not what hurts, where is that burning sensations coming from?
And then the growing air pressure in her lungs makes her chest explode.

The nameless awakens once more in the temple, and looks around, the three doors in the gallery above the door to the Trial of Air have opened. Interesting.​
The Godmodder's anti-telefrag defenses activate, purging the foreign air out of her body, coalescing it into a sphere which hovers in front of her head.
"Interesting. Very Interesting. Whoever, you are, wherever you are, you've certainly gotten my attention."
So. I'm going to take a moment to talk to you right now. Are you aware of my presence? Could you give an indication of that, if possible? That would be good.
The guy does Orange Justice really badly.
The Godmodder gives an OK sign, and mutes you.

Itenary
Stop Falling!
Destroy The Godmodder!

Alright, I think some of you need to understand that you're falling. Y'know, the sensation of wind blowing past your faces? I know, it might be stressful, which is why you haven't fully comprehended the situation. So, I'm going to simplify this for you. There's four altitudes right now, going from 0 to 3. 0 is at the bottom of this shaft most of you are right now, the furthest you can possibly be from the Godmodder. 3 is where the godmodder is right now. If you're falling, you will decrease in altitude every round, as well as your chances of affecting the Godmodder. If you're flying, you will be increasing in altitude each round. That clear?
Start flying.

[GM] The Godmodder. 78/80 Hp. Altitude: 3, Flying!

[AG] TOG. Altitude: 2, Feather Falling, altitude stable.
[AG] Redstone. Altitude: 2, On Krill's Platform, altitude stable!
[AG] Crusher. Altitude: 2, Holding onto an X-Wing, Flying!
[AG] Paradox. Altitude: 2, Falling!
[AG] JOE. Altitude: 2! On Energy-Platform, altitude stable!
[AG] Piono. Altitude: UND, Is somewhere else!
[AG] Krill. Altitude: UND, Is a cosmic omnipresent force of some sort!
[AG] Vanestus. Altitude: 2! Falling!
[AG] Winkins. Not Falling, Altitude: UND. In a spaceship!
[AG] Karpinsky. Altitude: 3, Falling!
[AG] Nedben. Altitude: 3, Falling!
[AG] Emerald, Altitude: 3, On Krill's Platform, altitude stable!

Next falling person to post gains Flying on Karpinsky's platform.
 
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One would look into the Godmodder's rapid movements and wonder, "Would speed such as that truly be the best course of action in these fields such that debris fills it?" The answer? "No, no it is not."

We look into the Godmodder as of now, weaving through attempts at her life with her alleged "rapid movement" or "superspeed." We then focus our attentions not at the Godmodder, nor the attempts at her life, nor her assailants. No, we focus our attention to the chunks of rocks, afterthought of the several meteors crashing into each other, aimlessly floating in zero gravity. By now, the Godmodder has probably mapped this area out in her memory, so perish the thought of these chunks of rocks tripping the Godmodder.

At least, untouched they won't.

The unseen force makes its next move. An unnoticeable meteor flies and pushes the optimal meteor chunk for tripping the Godmodder into position. As unnoticed as it was coming in, the perpetrator meteor exits the field, leaving a piece of meteor primed to trip the Godmodder.

As to how the Godmodder is actually tripped, well, we could add comedic value into this by making a shoelace loophole get caught in the floating rock, but how sure are we that she indeed is wearing a shoelaced shoe? Instead, the rock will just scrape whatever surface is present on the Godmodder's ankle.

What matters not is if this causes the Godmodder pain or not. What does matter is that it does impede her movement as well as her train of thoughts, leaving her open for the next attack. That or if there's no reliable attack waiting for her, she could just crash into yet another chunk of floating debris that momentarily escaped her memory thanks to that ankle-bump.
 
I cast Delayed Fireball... only for it to fall down... down... down...

Welp.

I task another portion of my conscious with concentrating on maintaining that spell. Hope I didn't need that processing power for anything important later.
 
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