PHASE 21: KABOOM
Rolls to dodge are
here.
I name this fortress...KOBOLDHEIM!
...because it belongs to kobolds. Anyway, a fortress may protect the people, but it doesn't provide essentials. Thankfully, those can be gained too.
First off, a well.
You gesture, and a well appears. But not just any well; this well will never run dry and its water is always pure. Not bad!
+1 to next pure water roll.
Suddenly, a blinding light and burst of noise! Some kind of... explosion...? Thankfully, the force fields seem to have taken the brunt of it, though they're flickering...
I look to the chaos, then to Galactus, then to chaos again.
He looked pretty distracted by it too, I had my chance.
"You ate Life energy!" I scream pointing at Galactus "so have this!" A white ray flew towards Galactus.
The ray coalesces into a gigantic ring that slides itself onto Galactus's finger, turning his purple armor to white.
"Galan of Taa. Welcome to the White Lantern Corps."
"I... no longer hunger." Galactus sounds almost awestruck, and doesn't seem to be paying attention to you at the moment.
+1 to next White Lantern ring creation roll.
Suddenly, a huge planet formed of gases appears and just as suddenly
KABOOM
ziizo is Dead.
Jake marveled at his new- well, old form, really. He felt so much... Tighter, strung up, and shorter. Like a rubber ball being squeezed tightly. He was shorter than his original height, but even as a 9-year-old, Jake was a full head taller than most other children his own age.
"Aahhh~" Jake tried his new voice. "Damn it, back to that high pitched kid voice again-"
Jake takes a step back in fear.
"Heart-!"
...
.....
.......
This isn't fair. Not fair at all.
He died before even seeing one of his childhood idols, to the hands of a faithless idiot who served an outer god. After uncovering so much, to die just like that-
"UNACCEPTABLE!!!" the soul belonging to the being known as SlugSLinger screamed in the abyss between life and the one after. "I REFUSE! FUCK YOU DEATH, I'M GETTING BACK OUT AND KILLING THAT TWAT EVEN IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"
And with the knowledge of his many alternate selves, maybe he could do just that.
Phoenix Down. White Lantern ring. Determination. True Resurrection. So many options for coming back to life.
You use everything that comes to mind and return to life in front of the weird cultist, who just... stares. As if he can't comprehend what he's seeing.
"H-how...?"
+1 to all resurrection rolls.
But before either of you can react...
KABOOM
Thankfully, whatever caused that enormous explosion seemed to be completely harmless aside from the noise and light, as nothing appears to be even slightly singed.
Except...
"M... my powers... where have they gone? L-Lord Cthulhu... why have you withdrawn your blessing?"
Then a sickly green portal opens, and a gray gauntlet reaches out and casually snaps the cultist's neck.
"FOOLISH," a deep voice proclaims.
"FOOLISH ON MORE LEVELS THAN CAN BE COUNTED. BUT TRULY, THE MOST FOOLISH ACTION YOU TOOK..."
A tall figure, clothed in power armor and garbed in a green cape, steps out of the portal.
"...WAS ATTEMPTING TO ROB DOOM OF HIS REVENGE. SLUGSLINGER IS MINE TO DESTROY."
Kintsugi's jaw dropped open. Then she screamed.
"WHAT?!"
It was very loud. Kintsugi repeatedly dragged herself from the floor and stabbed down again, not bothering with filling in the holes with gold as her tail lashed behind her.
"Empty? WHAT DO YOU MEAN EMPTY?" Snarling, she then punctuated each of her words with a fresh stab. "Refuel? Fine. Be! Full! Right! NOW!"
Then she stabbed the floor a few more times for stress relief. By the time she was done, the floor could have made an honest impression of swiss cheese.
"Recalibrating... adapting fuel sources to... everything. Adaptation complete."
The helicarrier can now convert virtually
anything into fuel. Useful, but more to the point, there's no reason why you can't go where you want to now.
+1 to all fuel rolls.
Suddenly, a being in glowing blue power armor appears!
"You," he whispers.
"You will die. For the glory of Ancalagon!"
Oh, for-!
GYAAAAAHHH...
Kintsugi is Dead.
Yeesh. You know what, I'll deal with the mansion later. Can't be too hard to make a new one, anyway. Then something shifted.
Looking up at the sky, I noticed 2 other planets. Elegant. But...
Something was missing.
Oh, right.
Moons!
No, wait, I did that already.
Maybe if all the planets became moons!
Yeah, that sounds about right. Moons around a gas giant.. A gas giant made out of Oxygen Difluoride.
I cackled as I created the planet, shifting the orbits of the three-present planets into one of moons around the chemically-unstable giant.
You cackle as the gas forms, bending to your will and-.
Wait.
Was that a spar-?
KABOOM
...huh. Earth seems completely untouched.
How?
+1 to all hydrogen diflouride rolls.
What is Dracula doing here?
Wait, Slug Slinger? Why does that sound like the username of an SV member?
Still, another person looking for someone like what the reality warper was doing a whole ago?
I decided to wave my hand and somehow give him the power to know where Slug Slinger is. Hopefully, that would help.
"Hmm," Dracula(?) mutters. "Japan... an odd place to be. Nonetheless..." He bows his head in thanks. "You have been most helpful, kind sir." Then he turns into a bat and flies awa-.
KABOOM.
Thankfully, your force fields seem to have stopped the worst of the explosion, but... what
happened?
There was a loud
WHACK, and Captain Egret was suddenly face-down on the ground, with a steaming bump on the back of his head.
Cardiff massaged her fist, while frowning irritably. "Guh. That's my idiot Captain for you," she griped. "Far too reckless for a man of his rank..."
She then saluted the increasingly befuddled President of the United States. "Apologies for the actions of my CO. He received a false positive when trying to determine who destroyed the White House, and he tends to let his zeal for administering justice override his common sense. I'm Lieutenant-Commander Cardiff of the Global Marines, and the idiot that attacked your bunker is Captain Egret of same. I believe that some explanations are in order..."
While Cardiff tried to smooth things over with the President, Captain Egret became dimly aware of another presence in his mind. Recognizing it as being vaguely similar to the telepathic presence that he experienced a while back. Experimentally, he thought a greeting. Of sorts.
Nnnnnh... State your name and intention, unnamed presence, so that this dishonored Captain can return to his misery...
(OOC: This roll is for
Cardiff's attempt to negotiate with the President. If she can use my +1 to negotiation rolls, then she is doing so. Otherwise, this roll is unmodified.)
EDIT: DIIIIIIIIIICE GOOOOOOOOOODS!!!
KABOOM
In the aftermath of the gigantic explosion (which somehow failed to kill you all), the President is hustled elsewhere by his bodyguards before he can hear Cardiff's attempts at reconciliation.
Then the purple machine nearby starts shooting at everything! You reflexively raise a reflective barrier, with some effectiveness.
*insert cricket sounds here*
My mind just stopped working as I took in the massive clusterfuck around me...
I wonder what it would be like to have Morgan Freeman's voice?
Your voice changes immediately, and you're about to start narrating in the Morgan Freeman voice when-.
KABOOM
pharoah122 is Dead.
"No.. Ancalagon.. You may serve yourself.. But I have a Army!" I roared, bringing myself up to my full height and summoned my dragon army.
With a synchronized roar, your dragons attack-
And hit a black forcefield that wasn't there before.
Ancalagon
laughs evilly[/URL]. "
You really are an idiot. I was the greatest of them all even before I became the god of death! Now that I am?" His voice drops to a hiss.
"You are nothing, nothing compared to me! Bring your armies! Bring your dragons! Their deaths will make me grow even stronger!"
(Your bonus went to making him roll at -1. Didn't help, though.)
"
> Seems like I can make some modifications to the computery bits right now, I'll just change the in-thought process to resemble actual human speech.
>Hmm, that does look quite funny.
>Seems like they're going to kill the guy before he's converted into another one of them.
>Thats just self-replication though, if I didn't think they were closer to sentinels in origin, I might of not done it.
>Ah well, ya make mistakes.
>Anyways, I currently now need to see if the git's got good enough abilities to actually converse with, otherwise I'll just let nature take its course.
> Now where is that....
>Here it is!
>ACTION: ANALYZE METAHUMAN CAPABILITES
Focused scanning nets you a decent idea of his abilities: primarily the ability to use some sort of shadow force to drain life from things. However, pyrokinesis, electrokinesis, and teleportation are also presen- WHOA!
Apparently, the man stopped holding back, and unleashed a huge burst of electricity! Your fellow androids take it in stride, though, and continue to attack.
Now that the banishment field was up and running, I couldn't help but feel that there was another thing I was missing to keep my home safe from any who might attack me. Suddenly, my mind shot back to when most of my equipment just... disappeared. No, I would be having NONE of that!
Back to the workbench, I began designing a specialized set of Reality Stabilizers. Unlike my previous disastrous attempts, these wouldn't simply quash all reality warping. Instead their fields were focused, designed to block a specific type of reality warping. More specifically, it would shield against those who attempted to use Reality Warping to attack or subvert.
While I could have simply had them suppress such efforts, I soon hit upon a much more statistically favorable course of action. As it turned out, Lady Luck's curse (not a blessing; nothing that led to this much chaos could EVER be a 'blessing') allowed two types of 'rolls'. Suffice to say, ensuring the target got a type 2 roll and boosting said roll would be far more effective than simply attempting to suppress a type 1 roll.
As I finished the first batch, I asked Anne "Could you please use your drones to get these set up throughout Asylum? Optimal distribution is a staggered grid with a separation of 20 km."
To this, my synthetic daughter replied "Maybe" in an incredibly bitter tone, before elaborating "I can't ever be truly certain about the outcome of my actions thanks to that freaking probability curse." Still, her drones took the devices away for installation just the same.
(Desired Crunch: Asylum and anyone/thing that is supposed to be here gets to roll to dodge at +1 against attempts to attack or sabotage them with Reality Warping.)
(+1 for stabilizing reality)
(+1 for having to do with my pocket dimension)
You meet with only limited success: while you do manage to protect everything
in the dimension, you don't seem to have enough power to protect the entire dimension. No
She was dead (again), and Kester was brainwashed. All because of her-
<calm>
Right. Berating myself is a waste of time, anyway.
A pause, then the same calming wave, filtered slightly differently to emphasize different points-
No, I get what you mean. This is just how I deal with things.
<doubtconcern>
She ignored it. What was this about Cthulhu anyway? Weren't those just stories? Who wished those stories into existence?
...her clairvoyance still worked. No one seemed to have actually done that. Strange.
People were getting into shenanigans again. Including that (apparently rather silly) admiral she'd talked to. Funny.
Irrelevant.
A feeling of trepidation. Not hers. A jumble of memories, all related to mutilation, mechanization, freezing. Hers, but she hadn't been the one to think of them.
All this, as she felt her thoughts get very, very cold. She had nothing to lose anymore. She had to try this.
There was only one fitting course of action for such abominations.
Write them out of existence. Retroactively.
Such creatures- no, such
abominations, could not be allowed to live. A wave of your hand, and they vanish, wiped from existence. Not retroactively... but it will do.
+1 to next attack roll.
So falling flaming fireball, good enough for now.
When I land I cause a crater and an explosion for a few feet. I then walk out with out a scratch as my armour is on fire, it's not causing pain in any form more like when you were a boy and the flames would help warm you up.
Where in the warp did that come from, no matter it is time start your plans to rule this world and start your journey to conquer terra where Horus failed where you will not fail and prove you are a Choas God now.
But there are many steps to this that most happen and if you learned anything from decades of war, plans most change but they will get you from point A to point Z eventually.
"Where was I, Oh yes greetings mortals I am Lord Scoro master of the warp, holder of the warp keys, master of spells, King of 10 worlds of great note, created of the vortex of Carvex, Purger of 5 alien worlds, and Defender of my chosen."
Your not lying just adding things in to the true to make it sound better.
"I have come because I am bored so, what is it you want mortal."
I then point to random dude in the crowd and continue
"I will meet with your leader when ever some one in charge comes to take me to this leader of yours, but for now I will take requests at a price but not this one, this one is a freebie."
Rolling to find some thing to do in the desert, count be summon more minions, another Defiler you choose.
"I..." The man pauses to think, then brightens, pointing at your Defiler. "I want to become one of those! It's frickin' awesome!"
You smirk and wave your hand, and he becomes another Defiler, just like the first... including being bound to your will.
+1 to all transformation rolls.
OH GOD I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING. Everything is so confusing and I can't deal with this.
Fuck it. There's only one thing to do.
I slip into the gunners seat.
Target everything.
Fire! WHY WON'T YOU DIE STUPID ZOMBIE
AUGH! Who's shooting at you?!
"Some systems damaged. Self-repair in progress."
-1 to next roll.
The terraformer gazed upon its creation with pride. A planet fit for habitation within less than a week. Soon, the Creators will come, their massive star ships will block out the heavenas they descended onto this planet and claim their rightful place. So, it waited.
Anytime now, they will come.
It waited, and only the empty sky answered.
Perhaps, this is not yet enough, perhaps they require protection. If that is so, it will construct the best defensive system of all. A raygun, the Creators love raygun. It will be the most powerful raygun in the universe, it will blast holes through gods!
"Attention, slaves of the Empire. Your new order is to construct a new weapon system to defend this city."
EDIT: The Creators will be pleased.
Your slaves get a little... overenthusiastic as they follow your orders. Literally
every single building now sports a powerful roof-mounted ray gun.
...wait. Why are you complaining about this again?
+1 to all attack rolls.
Genten mused as they returned their focus momentarily to the crowds in their halls. "I don't blame you," Genten stated, projecting the image of a clothed male angel near the woman. The angel's mouth moved as Genten spoke, seeking to communicate more personally with Fortuna without getting the entire building in the conversation. "Trying to get things to a point where it is safe for my children to go out into the world is proving much more frustrating than I anticipated. Trying to make things ideal is very difficult. There are probably at least a half dozen other 'Gods' trying to manifest their will on this reality."
"At least," Genten mused aloud, "I have you and your allies to thank for taking some of the load off my shoulders while I try to fix things. I'm not entirely sure that-"
Genten heard a buzzing sound, and the angel vanished as the being refocused their efforts elsewhere, mainly observing the space around the Cathedral.
Helicopters were starting to fly around them, some news crews, a military helicopter, and at least two helicopters belonging to personal individuals.
It was time to go.
Manifesting a moment before Fortuna again, the illusion of the angel stated, "Please excuse me for a moment. There is something I need to take care of now." Then, as Genten moved towards the outskirts of the city, trying to avoid buildings and helicopters, they attempted to teleport, taking everything and everyone inside themselves with them back to the old planet. If they succeeded, one problem would be solved and Genten would be able to start dealing with another problem. If they failed... well, they'd be on their way out of the city, at least, so they wouldn't have to deal with any of the helicopters anymore.
"Probably more than that," Fortuna replies bitterly. "It's just that they don't all have as grand aims, so you haven't run into them yet... still, you seem to be doing well for yourself so far."
Then you transition to the old planet! You're not quite sure where you are
on that planet, but you know for a fact it's the old planet.
+1 to next teleport roll.
EVENT: WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT ENEMIES
SlugSLinger has access to all of his alternate selves. Unfortunately, by doing so, he has also attracted the attention of every single one of his enemies, and they are out for blood... ideally SlugSLinger's, but some of them might happily attack others.
Current enemies: Validar (on DC Earth), Dracula (trying to get to Japan), Doctor Doom (facing Slug).
EVENT: EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE AVATAR ATTACKED
The creature that Krogoth the Entity accidentally created is out to destroy Planet Kronoha! He's currently trying to destroy the unoccupied Planet Kronoha.
EVENT: ANCALAGON THE BLACK
Guess what? An evil dragon is currently the god of the afterlife. As his first act, he slew every single Dragonsbane Paladin and reanimated them as his slaves. They'll be wandering everywhere, attacking whoever they come across...
Current Paladins: Enydnu (attacking Spoon, +1 to next roll to dodge Spoon), Sha (on Planet Aurum)
EVENT: TRIPLETS
Planet Krogoth and Lyrical Nanoha Earth are now separate, though they can still be seen from each other. There is also a Planet Kronoha, which shares all the qualities of both planets but is completely uninhabited.
