DtG: Destroy the Godmodder (The Broken Masquerade)
- Thread starter DCCCV
- Start date
- IC Action
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
Charge 21/40
There was one more major piece that I would be putting together, before I could assemble all I had made into a coherent whole.
The next item I began creating were a pair of wings, glowing blue with cherenkov radiation due to the materials composing them. Indeed, every part of those wings, from the feathers to the underlying structure was composed of caged tachyons, the superluminal particles perpetually looping around inside a self-sustaining pattern of twisted spacetime.
The capabilities granted by these wings of tachyons were extremely potent; obviously they would allow whatever Entity was lucky enough to be granted them to fly at extremely superluminal speeds, but that was far from all they could do. Indeed, since the wings themselves could be moved effectively instantly and were composed of amorphous superluminal particles, they could be used to quite effectively block attacks, the wings almost immediately recovering from anything done to them.
Thus, the Tachyon Wings were completed, ready to be integrated into an Entity.
There was one more major piece that I would be putting together, before I could assemble all I had made into a coherent whole.
The next item I began creating were a pair of wings, glowing blue with cherenkov radiation due to the materials composing them. Indeed, every part of those wings, from the feathers to the underlying structure was composed of caged tachyons, the superluminal particles perpetually looping around inside a self-sustaining pattern of twisted spacetime.
The capabilities granted by these wings of tachyons were extremely potent; obviously they would allow whatever Entity was lucky enough to be granted them to fly at extremely superluminal speeds, but that was far from all they could do. Indeed, since the wings themselves could be moved effectively instantly and were composed of amorphous superluminal particles, they could be used to quite effectively block attacks, the wings almost immediately recovering from anything done to them.
Thus, the Tachyon Wings were completed, ready to be integrated into an Entity.
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FlamingFlapjacks
Descendant, also Lord of Antarctica
- Location
- Wherever things are flammable
I begin a long and arduous BIG Quast. I join the BIG ORDER, which the BIG MAN Leads. I study the arcane arts of slapiness, and after many years, become a Holy Knight of Slap and Bigg. I learn from the BIG MAN himself, and he helps me finish my quest, obtaining the arcane BIG SLAPSTAT SYSTEM.
My Slapstats:
Intellislap: 13 (Average)g
Slapiness: 1500 (Knight of slapp)
Healtslap: ∞ (Descendant)
Agilislap: 500 (Bigg)
Hatslap: BEST HAT
Snazzyslap: 30 (Very fancy)
Slapitywarping: 300
This quest also rewards me with the Broadsword of Slapwilney and the BIGG AURSHIP, and AURSHIP much like the BIG TOWER, which stretches throughout five dimensions because it is so BIG. My AURSHIP only goes through three. I SLAPP physics so it works on the battlefield and doesn't get nope'd or entity'd.
SLAP
My Slapstats:
Intellislap: 13 (Average)g
Slapiness: 1500 (Knight of slapp)
Healtslap: ∞ (Descendant)
Agilislap: 500 (Bigg)
Hatslap: BEST HAT
Snazzyslap: 30 (Very fancy)
Slapitywarping: 300
This quest also rewards me with the Broadsword of Slapwilney and the BIGG AURSHIP, and AURSHIP much like the BIG TOWER, which stretches throughout five dimensions because it is so BIG. My AURSHIP only goes through three. I SLAPP physics so it works on the battlefield and doesn't get nope'd or entity'd.
SLAP
- Location
- Not at home
Charge: 21/40
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The view cuts to the source of the voice: a human in business attire tinted in red. His hair, short and smooth as it is, matches his clothes in color tones, and on his face a spectacle and a resigned expression lay.
He is standing upright in zero-gravity with hands intertwined behind him. His position is not too far off from the fight that he can't get a view of it, but far enough as to not be involved in it.
If the GM can sense Descendancy in people, they would find that this person talking to them is indeed one.
"I suppose I would have to serve as its mouthpiece. What subjects do you want to converse with it? Feel as free as you want to be, but be forewarned: It may choose not to respond to your prompts if it so wishes."
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The storm of meteors resumes once again, this time only bringing a more limited number. A majority of the meteors crash and chip each other into all manners of motion-instigating limbs, from insectoid wings to snake halves. The remaining minority of the meteors work themselves into limbs of varying levels of manipulation, from insect mandibles to human hands. All of these newly-formed limbs force themselves into the previously-created room of traps, creating the lifeless husk of a monster that would seemingly toss its victims inside of its cubic main body, where the traps can get to work on reducing said victims to mincemeat. For now, it remains motionless as it has just been given physical form.
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"It can't, well, not directly."
The view cuts to the source of the voice: a human in business attire tinted in red. His hair, short and smooth as it is, matches his clothes in color tones, and on his face a spectacle and a resigned expression lay.
He is standing upright in zero-gravity with hands intertwined behind him. His position is not too far off from the fight that he can't get a view of it, but far enough as to not be involved in it.
If the GM can sense Descendancy in people, they would find that this person talking to them is indeed one.
"I suppose I would have to serve as its mouthpiece. What subjects do you want to converse with it? Feel as free as you want to be, but be forewarned: It may choose not to respond to your prompts if it so wishes."
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The storm of meteors resumes once again, this time only bringing a more limited number. A majority of the meteors crash and chip each other into all manners of motion-instigating limbs, from insectoid wings to snake halves. The remaining minority of the meteors work themselves into limbs of varying levels of manipulation, from insect mandibles to human hands. All of these newly-formed limbs force themselves into the previously-created room of traps, creating the lifeless husk of a monster that would seemingly toss its victims inside of its cubic main body, where the traps can get to work on reducing said victims to mincemeat. For now, it remains motionless as it has just been given physical form.
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paradoxdragon
Immersed in Dreams
- Location
- Someplace or another
Charge 21/30
Action:I unleash a Pulse of Weak Wide-spectrum Radiation that hopefully will ping off JOE and the Godmodder,if the Godmodder has defended against it,it will still show up as a mysterious absence of pings
Action:I unleash a Pulse of Weak Wide-spectrum Radiation that hopefully will ping off JOE and the Godmodder,if the Godmodder has defended against it,it will still show up as a mysterious absence of pings
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We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
Charge 22/40
Finally, I had everything I needed to complete my creation, a masterful Adamantine Statue for the body, the Tachyon Wings to give it the speed it would need for this battlefield, and the Blades of Contradiction as a deadly means of attack. Now, it was simply a matter of putting it all together into a coherent whole.
The first thing I did was fuse the Tachyon Wings to the body of Adamantine I had created for the existence I was bringing into being, the constructs of superluminal particles firmly merging to the statue's back, blurring such that it was hard to tell the exact point at which the Adamantine ended and the mass of faster than light particles began.
Then, I granted my creation life, forcing a soul into existence within the indestructible body of the statue, and granting it the power to move and control its body as if it were a living creature, with reflexes so fast as to be effectively precognitive. My creation was brave, driven to protect the lives of all innocents, a supremely skilled fighter, and many other desirable qualities besides. Also, most critically, the soul I had just called into being had the exact signature required for the Blades of Contradiction to serve them, slotting seamlessly together into a coherent whole.
Thus, the Adamantine Angel was born.
composite summons
Finally, I had everything I needed to complete my creation, a masterful Adamantine Statue for the body, the Tachyon Wings to give it the speed it would need for this battlefield, and the Blades of Contradiction as a deadly means of attack. Now, it was simply a matter of putting it all together into a coherent whole.
The first thing I did was fuse the Tachyon Wings to the body of Adamantine I had created for the existence I was bringing into being, the constructs of superluminal particles firmly merging to the statue's back, blurring such that it was hard to tell the exact point at which the Adamantine ended and the mass of faster than light particles began.
Then, I granted my creation life, forcing a soul into existence within the indestructible body of the statue, and granting it the power to move and control its body as if it were a living creature, with reflexes so fast as to be effectively precognitive. My creation was brave, driven to protect the lives of all innocents, a supremely skilled fighter, and many other desirable qualities besides. Also, most critically, the soul I had just called into being had the exact signature required for the Blades of Contradiction to serve them, slotting seamlessly together into a coherent whole.
Thus, the Adamantine Angel was born.
A new mechanic that exists because I just invented it, a Composite Summon is an Entity or Artifact made from two or more separately created components, which are then assembled together into a completed whole with an action. Components made with the intent of Composite Summoning are tagged [PART] in addition to their alignment, and have no uses aside from constructing Composite Summons. On the other hand, Components can be used as parts for any given Composite Summon, allowing a degree of flexibility should one or more parts be sabotaged.
When a Composite Summon is defeated or destroyed, it may drop some of its parts for re-use at the GM's discretion; parts dropped in this manner are considered Neutral.
Other players may then attempt to salvage the corpse, in an attempt to retrieve more of the components. Further, Composite Summons may be scrapped at any time by the player who created them, recovering most but not all of the parts that went into making them.
At the GM's discretion, re-used parts may perform worse than they did the first time around.
When a Composite Summon is defeated or destroyed, it may drop some of its parts for re-use at the GM's discretion; parts dropped in this manner are considered Neutral.
Other players may then attempt to salvage the corpse, in an attempt to retrieve more of the components. Further, Composite Summons may be scrapped at any time by the player who created them, recovering most but not all of the parts that went into making them.
At the GM's discretion, re-used parts may perform worse than they did the first time around.
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- Location
- Canada
21/40 Project 1
1/? Project 2
I wince slightly as the voidfire chews away at my detached hand.
Well then... that's quite enlightening... But that's not enough. This, is certainly not normal voidfire, no siree, it even says so in the 101 void element book!
I point at the page detailing the deeper details of normal voidfire just to further prove my point.
There must be something that was added into the element to have it act this way... to figure that out, I look into the samples past and attempt to discern any sort of energy that might have been inserted into it to have it act in this fashion.
1/? Project 2
I wince slightly as the voidfire chews away at my detached hand.
Well then... that's quite enlightening... But that's not enough. This, is certainly not normal voidfire, no siree, it even says so in the 101 void element book!
I point at the page detailing the deeper details of normal voidfire just to further prove my point.
There must be something that was added into the element to have it act this way... to figure that out, I look into the samples past and attempt to discern any sort of energy that might have been inserted into it to have it act in this fashion.
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pionoplayer
The Destroyer
- Location
- The end and beginning of all things.
I... I don't know what that thing was. I never saw anything quite like that in my time before chaining. I assume that it's the thing from the Trial of Mist, but given that I never get more than a glimpse of it there either, that's entirely speculation.
Whatever is going on... something is different here. Normally entrants into the Great Trials can't affect the outside world until they've gone through all four of the basic elemental trials, and usually not in any major way until all 20 of the opening trials and their arrival to whereever their energy is focused.
To be honest this entire situation is concerning.
The nameless presses down on a button, and the wind comes to the aid of the Thorgi, giving it a bit of dodge chance.
21/40
Whatever is going on... something is different here. Normally entrants into the Great Trials can't affect the outside world until they've gone through all four of the basic elemental trials, and usually not in any major way until all 20 of the opening trials and their arrival to whereever their energy is focused.
To be honest this entire situation is concerning.
The nameless presses down on a button, and the wind comes to the aid of the Thorgi, giving it a bit of dodge chance.
21/40
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paradoxdragon
Immersed in Dreams
- Location
- Someplace or another
Charge 17/40
(5 Charges) I summon Indiana Jones from my Mindscape with a small yet nimble spaceship around him with life-support features,I then instruct him to find JOE and create a Quantum-Entangled Communication Device for us to communicate with each other and send data regarding the search to and fro
Action:I focus the Pings to hopefully where JOE and the Godmodder's ship is with the aid of some technological equipment and some Divination Rituals and pass the data to Indiana Jones
(5 Charges) I summon Indiana Jones from my Mindscape with a small yet nimble spaceship around him with life-support features,I then instruct him to find JOE and create a Quantum-Entangled Communication Device for us to communicate with each other and send data regarding the search to and fro
Action:I focus the Pings to hopefully where JOE and the Godmodder's ship is with the aid of some technological equipment and some Divination Rituals and pass the data to Indiana Jones
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- Location
- Archave, Universe
The guy uses ROBLOX studio to build a gun, which he gives to the Godmodder. Turns out that the gun is not properly built and flings the Godmodder to the ground.
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her
21/25 DRACO
I activate my Standard-Issue Godmodderscanner, which scans in an ever-increasing radius looking for the Godmodder. It can't detect anything else, and screws with more regular detection methods, but it works.
RPNULL BELOW
Also, I suppose now's as good a time as any for some RP-oriented backstory.
Long, long ago, I grew up on a world without magic, a world fairly advanced in technology (or so we thought), a world at peace. I had it good. My biggest worry was surviving college so I could get a good job so... well, you know the rest.
And then the Godmodder came, at the head of an army unlike any we had ever seen.
Her initial strike devastated our greatest cities. In the aftermath, everyone united against her forces, but it wasn't enough. All able-bodied men were called up to join the armed forces, and I was no exception. She held orbital supremacy, but we were tenacious and determined on the ground. Even so, we were overrun. Men bled and died to defend fortifications that were overrun days later. It was brutal.
Our top scientists (those who remained, at least) were not idle. They had been tasked with developing a space fleet, so that we could take the fight to the Godmodder. After three years of hard work, they succeeded, and the initial space fleet went into battle against the Godmodder's ships.
It was destroyed.
A second fleet was launched six months later, this time equipped with a great nuclear cannon, the most powerful weapon we could devise. It fired one shot, straight at the Godmodder's flagship.
When the debris cleared, we saw for the first time a number over the Godmodder's head:
19/20
It was then that the Descendants arrived. They surged into battle against the Godmodder. One of them could do what it took our entire civilization to accomplish -- hurt the Godmodder -- with what seemed to be no more than a wave of their hand. Again our cities burned, this time caught in the crossfire of this great conflict. Eventually, the Godmodder was driven off, and the Descendants pursued. I was left, along with the broken remnants of my world, to pick up the pieces.
But I wished to attain more. I wished to see the Godmodder, and all those like her, brought low. And so I went into the scarred battlefield, and there I found a piece of technology far beyond anything my world could have produced.
I spent five years trying to understand it, and eventually was able to make some headway. My first set of weapons were crude imitations of what I had seen used, both by the Godmodder's forces and by those who stood against her. But most importantly, I made a doorway between worlds. I set out through it, seeking to find and combat the Godmodder.
It has been many, many years since that day. I have fought in many battles against Godmodders, at first in minor roles, but then greater and greater. I have used my technology to replace missing limbs, to keep healthy and functioning what has not been replaced. And I have always traveled the worlds, learning from each encounter, with my arsenal never far behind.
As for the Descendants, I tolerate them. They fight the Godmodder, which is all well and good, but I have never forgotten how they left my world broken in their wake, doing nothing to repair the damage. I will never count myself among their number.
I activate my Standard-Issue Godmodderscanner, which scans in an ever-increasing radius looking for the Godmodder. It can't detect anything else, and screws with more regular detection methods, but it works.
RPNULL BELOW
Also, I suppose now's as good a time as any for some RP-oriented backstory.
Long, long ago, I grew up on a world without magic, a world fairly advanced in technology (or so we thought), a world at peace. I had it good. My biggest worry was surviving college so I could get a good job so... well, you know the rest.
And then the Godmodder came, at the head of an army unlike any we had ever seen.
Her initial strike devastated our greatest cities. In the aftermath, everyone united against her forces, but it wasn't enough. All able-bodied men were called up to join the armed forces, and I was no exception. She held orbital supremacy, but we were tenacious and determined on the ground. Even so, we were overrun. Men bled and died to defend fortifications that were overrun days later. It was brutal.
Our top scientists (those who remained, at least) were not idle. They had been tasked with developing a space fleet, so that we could take the fight to the Godmodder. After three years of hard work, they succeeded, and the initial space fleet went into battle against the Godmodder's ships.
It was destroyed.
A second fleet was launched six months later, this time equipped with a great nuclear cannon, the most powerful weapon we could devise. It fired one shot, straight at the Godmodder's flagship.
When the debris cleared, we saw for the first time a number over the Godmodder's head:
19/20
It was then that the Descendants arrived. They surged into battle against the Godmodder. One of them could do what it took our entire civilization to accomplish -- hurt the Godmodder -- with what seemed to be no more than a wave of their hand. Again our cities burned, this time caught in the crossfire of this great conflict. Eventually, the Godmodder was driven off, and the Descendants pursued. I was left, along with the broken remnants of my world, to pick up the pieces.
But I wished to attain more. I wished to see the Godmodder, and all those like her, brought low. And so I went into the scarred battlefield, and there I found a piece of technology far beyond anything my world could have produced.
I spent five years trying to understand it, and eventually was able to make some headway. My first set of weapons were crude imitations of what I had seen used, both by the Godmodder's forces and by those who stood against her. But most importantly, I made a doorway between worlds. I set out through it, seeking to find and combat the Godmodder.
It has been many, many years since that day. I have fought in many battles against Godmodders, at first in minor roles, but then greater and greater. I have used my technology to replace missing limbs, to keep healthy and functioning what has not been replaced. And I have always traveled the worlds, learning from each encounter, with my arsenal never far behind.
As for the Descendants, I tolerate them. They fight the Godmodder, which is all well and good, but I have never forgotten how they left my world broken in their wake, doing nothing to repair the damage. I will never count myself among their number.
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- Location
- Canada
(redstonetam15, The godmodder isn't here at the moment)
22/40 Project 1
2/40 Project 2
While I was occupied with discerning the phenomenon concerning the voidfire, it seems that the spacy-warpy-timey harpoon on my space sloop has just pierced something and is now reeling back something that I would like killed, back to the ship.
22/40 Project 1
2/40 Project 2
While I was occupied with discerning the phenomenon concerning the voidfire, it seems that the spacy-warpy-timey harpoon on my space sloop has just pierced something and is now reeling back something that I would like killed, back to the ship.
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her
22/25 DRACO
I run the previous fighting through a combat analysis algorithm in order to determine as much as I can about the Godmodder's fighting style.
I run the previous fighting through a combat analysis algorithm in order to determine as much as I can about the Godmodder's fighting style.
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- Location
- 1
21/40
Thanks for the compliment, guy-who's-recording-everything-and-i-know-little-about-other-then-say-that-he-can't-read-thoughts-i-don't-want-him-to-read-which-is-good-because[REDACTED]
Anyway, you wanted me to get a closer look at the minefields? Hm, you also said we should stick together. a two-dimensional mouth-like shape appears around my astral projection (in this case, a projection of myself formed of the element of 'astral', as opposed to the out-of-body dealie though i guess it allows that too. other projections exist pro'lly, like fire projection or primal projection, but i don't bother), and tells it to help me cast 'gate', which it does, creating a black sphere which connects the what-passes-for-space-here of the area it inhabits with that of another sphere, which i create myself. I stick 1 hand through the thing, making myself be on both sides at once, and hence able to sustain both ends of the gate myself, while my projection moves through it, proceeding to investigate the minefield, while I stay part-gated, waiting for updates on whether it's better to go meet everyone, or to let them use my shortcut.
Thanks for the compliment, guy-who's-recording-everything-and-i-know-little-about-other-then-say-that-he-can't-read-thoughts-i-don't-want-him-to-read-which-is-good-because[REDACTED]
Anyway, you wanted me to get a closer look at the minefields? Hm, you also said we should stick together. a two-dimensional mouth-like shape appears around my astral projection (in this case, a projection of myself formed of the element of 'astral', as opposed to the out-of-body dealie though i guess it allows that too. other projections exist pro'lly, like fire projection or primal projection, but i don't bother), and tells it to help me cast 'gate', which it does, creating a black sphere which connects the what-passes-for-space-here of the area it inhabits with that of another sphere, which i create myself. I stick 1 hand through the thing, making myself be on both sides at once, and hence able to sustain both ends of the gate myself, while my projection moves through it, proceeding to investigate the minefield, while I stay part-gated, waiting for updates on whether it's better to go meet everyone, or to let them use my shortcut.
- Location
- The internet
21/40 Winds of Destruction
I pull out my Mary Sue detector, which guides me towards the nearest Mary Sue. It points at... me? Hey! I recalibrate it, more accurately this time, to go find the Godmodder
I pull out my Mary Sue detector, which guides me towards the nearest Mary Sue. It points at... me? Hey! I recalibrate it, more accurately this time, to go find the Godmodder
- Location
- Sea of Fragments
I deactivate the FTL-interference device and stow it away so it won't be used against us later. Then, I spawn, gather, and coalesce creative energies into a mystic vessel of creation (vaguely shaped like a modifiable laptop, or a book, or an orb, or whatever form is needed defaulting to the book), that we may do something to restore and rebuild what is lost once this is all over, a seed of new geneses to come. The first of our attempts at replacement.
Grimoire Yggdrasilia 21/40.
RPnull matters below:
We/I think back. We see naught but void and a popping. We are a tendril of something greater...not some god (modder or otherwise) or author standing above the tale (though we wish to match it in power), but a mistaken identity. A corrective mechanism of the tale transferred across departments and slapped on an abomination. Dreams of they who knit up space, police time, crush god(modder)s, who were not us. Dreams of All The Catgirls God Killed because of an Internet meme, who came back as deities and built a civilization only to fall to shaders and deciding to end collaboration...that some other thing might lay claim to, but we are not. It is curious. Curiouser still that those ladies and gentlemen of the herbal still speak in having disappeared? We will find out if they can exist or not later, if we try it. We are magic beyond magic, it is worth a shot.
More importantly, there is something present. Not quite scrying. But like...perhaps text. Text on a monitor. Text on a monitor typed by...It's indescribable. No, it's censored. No, it's something indescribable and censored. Gloves? Maybe but you can't confirm it. You, I, We, They, all look with senses that are not senses and eyes that are not eyes, and with hands that are not hands we grip and...Actuation is not that direction. Huh? Victorious narration isn't...
We reach out and feel what might be glass. But it is not glass. No, it is. No, it's a camera. No, it's not quite...hm... No no no no no no no no no no- Aha! We can just barely counter-scry through nonlocational unknowing. You, no, We too sense text. Formatting. Aesthetics. A room, censored from view. You are being watched. We are being watched. I, I, I...you, we...Forget me not. I. I. I-I'm not a narrator in full, not yet. I. I. I read what you no not you it's me we see and interpret and we and we and They laugh and...oh. Table. Screens. Disused typewriter. Rippling Cloud (godmodder veil? Reverse veil? Some Duat trickery? An illusion? Actually being a cloud? Insufficient data with gloved hands that might or might not be robots or fake or real). The rest is undetected now.
Sunlight Mirror Water. Ayem Ae Sehti Ae Vehk, but not in that order. Hey, where'd the Godmodder go? Oh, she left? Drat, she- Ah, we're in the Void now. So we're too late. I think she took our idea. Maybe she dodged, maybe she's stealthily walking away, but...Tales of destruction. We were called and sent for by the theater's whim, both literal and figurative. That infuriating disgrace to both women and the all-powerful polluted this place with greater-than-fires and a fleet for no reason. Can she not even bother to brainwash or hijack the taletelling? Or perhaps this world deserves to burn.
But no matter. We who hold the possibility of victory will bring forth the possibility of restoration. Even if resurrection of the future is a private miracle...we should at least bear one for the sanctity of the past. It is not over yet, but it will be someday. And for that someday we should come ready. From one piece will be adhered more over time and preparation and space and love and obsession and creativity and and and and and and...or...whatever takes our fancy, too!
We draw a book, or the framework of one's shape. And we will fill it with a world. The world! A glorious new world! Yes, yes! Draw, draw, put in our stored memes and power and copy the right prefabricated memories of how to make a world. We craft with rawest power, complex sorcery and miracles of many shapes and origins alike. But we are barely halfway done! A work this important will not be only one moment in the making, even a moment auspicious as this, because we're not THAT ridiculous. Yet.
...This'll take a while. Good for us all, for we can think too. One stone rarely finishes the job of a thousand anyway.
Grimoire Yggdrasilia 21/40.
RPnull matters below:
We/I think back. We see naught but void and a popping. We are a tendril of something greater...not some god (modder or otherwise) or author standing above the tale (though we wish to match it in power), but a mistaken identity. A corrective mechanism of the tale transferred across departments and slapped on an abomination. Dreams of they who knit up space, police time, crush god(modder)s, who were not us. Dreams of All The Catgirls God Killed because of an Internet meme, who came back as deities and built a civilization only to fall to shaders and deciding to end collaboration...that some other thing might lay claim to, but we are not. It is curious. Curiouser still that those ladies and gentlemen of the herbal still speak in having disappeared? We will find out if they can exist or not later, if we try it. We are magic beyond magic, it is worth a shot.
More importantly, there is something present. Not quite scrying. But like...perhaps text. Text on a monitor. Text on a monitor typed by...It's indescribable. No, it's censored. No, it's something indescribable and censored. Gloves? Maybe but you can't confirm it. You, I, We, They, all look with senses that are not senses and eyes that are not eyes, and with hands that are not hands we grip and...Actuation is not that direction. Huh? Victorious narration isn't...
We reach out and feel what might be glass. But it is not glass. No, it is. No, it's a camera. No, it's not quite...hm... No no no no no no no no no no- Aha! We can just barely counter-scry through nonlocational unknowing. You, no, We too sense text. Formatting. Aesthetics. A room, censored from view. You are being watched. We are being watched. I, I, I...you, we...Forget me not. I. I. I-I'm not a narrator in full, not yet. I. I. I read what you no not you it's me we see and interpret and we and we and They laugh and...oh. Table. Screens. Disused typewriter. Rippling Cloud (godmodder veil? Reverse veil? Some Duat trickery? An illusion? Actually being a cloud? Insufficient data with gloved hands that might or might not be robots or fake or real). The rest is undetected now.
Sunlight Mirror Water. Ayem Ae Sehti Ae Vehk, but not in that order. Hey, where'd the Godmodder go? Oh, she left? Drat, she- Ah, we're in the Void now. So we're too late. I think she took our idea. Maybe she dodged, maybe she's stealthily walking away, but...Tales of destruction. We were called and sent for by the theater's whim, both literal and figurative. That infuriating disgrace to both women and the all-powerful polluted this place with greater-than-fires and a fleet for no reason. Can she not even bother to brainwash or hijack the taletelling? Or perhaps this world deserves to burn.
But no matter. We who hold the possibility of victory will bring forth the possibility of restoration. Even if resurrection of the future is a private miracle...we should at least bear one for the sanctity of the past. It is not over yet, but it will be someday. And for that someday we should come ready. From one piece will be adhered more over time and preparation and space and love and obsession and creativity and and and and and and...or...whatever takes our fancy, too!
We draw a book, or the framework of one's shape. And we will fill it with a world. The world! A glorious new world! Yes, yes! Draw, draw, put in our stored memes and power and copy the right prefabricated memories of how to make a world. We craft with rawest power, complex sorcery and miracles of many shapes and origins alike. But we are barely halfway done! A work this important will not be only one moment in the making, even a moment auspicious as this, because we're not THAT ridiculous. Yet.
...This'll take a while. Good for us all, for we can think too. One stone rarely finishes the job of a thousand anyway.
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pionoplayer
The Destroyer
- Location
- The end and beginning of all things.
22/40
Post made to get charge increment done, action will be edited in later if I get the chance.
Post made to get charge increment done, action will be edited in later if I get the chance.
- Location
- 1
22/40
I look for the Iron Prince's flagship (wherever i detected something that most resembles the iron prince's regards earlier, if I don't find anything more obvious revealing which is which), take out my radiation gun, set it to "Gravitons", and hold down the trigger while aiming at it. this pulls the flagship towards us, naturally. but how gravitons worky? i have no clue, but they supposedly are similar to photons, in which case I use the highest frequency gravitons I can imagine. since I'm only aiming at one part of the ship, that part is under continual stress. in the meanwhile, this also accelerates me towards the bulk of the ship, as for every action there is an equal and opposed reaction.
I look for the Iron Prince's flagship (wherever i detected something that most resembles the iron prince's regards earlier, if I don't find anything more obvious revealing which is which), take out my radiation gun, set it to "Gravitons", and hold down the trigger while aiming at it. this pulls the flagship towards us, naturally. but how gravitons worky? i have no clue, but they supposedly are similar to photons, in which case I use the highest frequency gravitons I can imagine. since I'm only aiming at one part of the ship, that part is under continual stress. in the meanwhile, this also accelerates me towards the bulk of the ship, as for every action there is an equal and opposed reaction.
Round 6
- Location
- West Coast
As you open up a gate to the Plane of Fire, you see a tall, armored being wielding an axe, and surrounded by fire Elementals.
Wait, what?
Tachyon Wings created! They grant 1 AC and 10% Dodge to whoever bears them!
Shield Generator Equipped!
#darkmatter
Broadsword of Slapwilney granted!
Hello, whoever you are, pleased to be your acquaintance. What's your name?
Trapped deathcube improved.
You ping JOE and the Godmodder! Thanks a lot, I'll try lock onto her coordinates now... 15% Progress towards that.
Adamantine Angel Summoned! Parts system will be integrated into the Artifacts system, I suppose.
You analyze the voidfire, and come to the conclusion that it's somehow been...strengthened and altered by something. Something, or someone.
15% Dodge Chance given to Thorgi!
You find JOE's coordinates, and we're one step closer to finding the Godmodder! Indiana Jones Summoned! 10% Progress!
The Godmodder isn't here!
Your Godmodderscanner attempts to detect the Godmodder, but it fails. It seems she might be out of range?
Thank you for sharing your story. I'm sorry to hear your loss.
I'm sorry, but I can't tell what exactly is is you want killed. Not yet, at least.
The Godmodder's fighting style seems to be a blend of several different well-established fighting styles, with a foundation centered around... Chun Kuk Do, whatever that is. Do those words mean anything to you?
You open up a gate, and investigate the minefield. Anyone who looks through the gate sees the same thing you do: a silvery metallic sphere, gently pulsing with red energy, with a simple symbol engraved on it's side, a Ʊ.
The Iron Prince. He's been here.
10% Progress!
So you can see me? Interesting. It's good to see that my identity-obscuring magics are able to stand up even to the likes of you!
You make a sort of laptop-shaped backup of the universe? That's a good idea, we'll definitely need to rebuild when this is all over.
#wasthebestofus
Charged attack installed!
Pointing your Radiation Gun along the line of mines, you are pulled at an incredible speed towards the Iron Prince's location, so fast, that the anti-detection methods I've placed on you nearly fail for a brief moment. It didn't, though, so don't worry. Eventually, you find yourself on the hull of a large minelaying ship. To it's side are several others, and in front of it is an entire fleet of warships, quietly moving through the void. Each of them are emblazoned with a Ʊ. Your powerful people detector begins to go haywire, and points to the largest ship as having someone immensely powerful onboard. Unfortunately, it doesn't indicate where on the ship they are.
Itinerary
Find the Godmodder
Go to JOE!
Get onboard the Parallax!
Remain Unseen.
Okay, so scans on this fleet have indicated that onboard the largest ship are a number of prisoners. You see that door over there? That's the closest hatch to the prisoner bay. I don't think I need to tell you that this has to be a hush-hush affair. Sneak onto the ship, initiate a cell block prison break, get out of the ship, without gaining the captain's attention. Can you do that? Good luck.
[GM] The Godmodder. 70/80 Hp. REACQUIRING LOCATION PROGRESS: 35%
[PG-BOSS] The Parallax. 7,200,000/7,200,000 Hp. 6 AC!
[PG] Minelayer. 90,000/90,000 Hp. Laying Mines! x7
[PG] Voidmine. 4,000/4,000 Hp. x35
[PG] Armor Plating. 80,000/80,000 Hp. Bodyguarding Parallax Entrance! x3
[PG] Parallax Entrance. 60,000/60,000 Hp.
[PG] Escort Ship 120,000/120,000 Hp. x8
((OOC Note: Please don't try to directly attack this thing. It won't end well. At all)).
[AG-Crusher] Millenium Falcon. 70,000/70,000 Hp. Deploying Drones: 2/4. BFG9K: 1/10
[AG-Vanestus] Thorgi. 118,000/118,000 Hp. 15% Dodge!
[AG-Vanestus] Androsphinx. 34,000/34,000 Hp. Heal: 2/3. Demoralizing Roar: 2/7.
[AG-Karpinsky] Slugthrower Drone. 3,000/3,000 Hp. Reload: 1/6. x20
[AG-I Just Write] Adamantine Angel. 30,000/30,000. [A-PART] Blades Of Contradiction. [A-PART] Tachyon Wings. [A-PART] Impossible Soul. Attacks Bypass AC, Dodge and Bodyguarding! +1 AC, 10% Dodge!
[AG] Flamingflapjacks. 20/20 Hp. [A] Broadsword of Slapwilney, 6/6 Durability.
[AG-ParadoxDragon] Indiana Jones. 40,000/40,000 Hp.
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- Location
- Canada
Altered by something or someone huh... if that's possible.... I grab the only untainted sample of voidfire and proceed to compare it using the pile of research equipment on hand.
If its possible to alter Voidfire then why can't I do it too? Holding my hands out, I began imagining/dreaming/solidifying my reality warping powers into a solid form. It begins slowly, gathering in wisps of undefinable light and floating there, seemingly uncertain on what it wants to do. Then, with a clench of my mind, then wisps whirls in a series of odd movements and clashes together... taking a the shape of a yarn ball.
I giggle slightly at what I just did, turning pure reality-warping essence into a tangible existence and shaping it into a yarn ball? Hilarious. I don't don't exactly why I was thinking it was hilarious or what part of it was hilarious...
Wait.. Huh? Did i spaced out?
Shaking my head to rid of what ever was temporarily bogging my mind, I set my mind back to the task. Pulling a string of yarn of my reality-warping from the ball, I begin carefully weave the string through the Voidfire, add my powers into it and attempt to warp it into my liking. Finally putting the built up knowledge I gained from experimenting, I altered it to combat all the properties I've uncovered from the other altered Voidfire. Soon enough, the altering that I doing to my sample begins to take on a greenish hue, and have run nearly run out of my reality-warping yarn. Before I use it all up, I add in some of my blood and essence into the string and weave it into my voidfire.
The next step was to test it now... Grabbing my modified voidfire and shave off a fraction of the red voidfire and pit it against my flame.
If its possible to alter Voidfire then why can't I do it too? Holding my hands out, I began imagining/dreaming/solidifying my reality warping powers into a solid form. It begins slowly, gathering in wisps of undefinable light and floating there, seemingly uncertain on what it wants to do. Then, with a clench of my mind, then wisps whirls in a series of odd movements and clashes together... taking a the shape of a yarn ball.
I giggle slightly at what I just did, turning pure reality-warping essence into a tangible existence and shaping it into a yarn ball? Hilarious. I don't don't exactly why I was thinking it was hilarious or what part of it was hilarious...
Wait.. Huh? Did i spaced out?
Shaking my head to rid of what ever was temporarily bogging my mind, I set my mind back to the task. Pulling a string of yarn of my reality-warping from the ball, I begin carefully weave the string through the Voidfire, add my powers into it and attempt to warp it into my liking. Finally putting the built up knowledge I gained from experimenting, I altered it to combat all the properties I've uncovered from the other altered Voidfire. Soon enough, the altering that I doing to my sample begins to take on a greenish hue, and have run nearly run out of my reality-warping yarn. Before I use it all up, I add in some of my blood and essence into the string and weave it into my voidfire.
The next step was to test it now... Grabbing my modified voidfire and shave off a fraction of the red voidfire and pit it against my flame.
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