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I recall that part, but she did figure it out... It's just that she didn't peg onto the fact that hurting him over and over again that way would be the most effective, she ended up defaulting to the favorite Parahuman influenced standby of trying to use force and violence against him. But in her nearly defeated state, seeing his reaction to what Lisa did gave her the impetus to realize what she needed to do to kill Scion.
It's been awhile, but I believe she saw in his reaction to the image of his mate that it reminded her of her dad... Which caused her to realize that it wasn't force she needed, but to attack it emotionally. To make it break as her dad had broken with the loss of her mother, because he never recovered, and if they could drive it to that level they could win.
Essentially it committed suicide to escape it's grief...
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
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The specific measurement I remember is from Godzilla 1985, where he's cited on screen as being 280m long while swimming. Given how much of that is tail, figure him between 120-140m upright; while his size has varied considerably over the years that's the most common upper bound with only the mountainous far-future version from the Godzilla Earth anime signifigantly exceeding it.
Checking aa chart of official sizes given for him ([xeviantfart link) that proabably a translation error adding an extra 100m on to him, but even the smaller (adult) interpretations tend to be 50m, so so I stand by the assertion that as kaiju stand, the Endbringers don't. There's a skinny little humanoid down between Shin Godzilla and Godzilla Earth who should be around Bemo's height (though he's built chonky) about even with the Elder's toemails, and somewhere between knee and ankle of even the smaller adult versions.
The point was comparing the Endringers to the Incorruptus magi-mecha though, so with the 15/30/45ft heights for them it's a bit less "bullying a toddler" with it at 22ft., yes
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Lopezelpesado
Space worm best worm.
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His wili literally tells you his personality and the very few quotes he has.
Like in actual worm the guy doesnt actually have much screen time at all.
The reason he wants to fight "worthy oponents was at first cause he felt he was wasting his potential as the strongest cape without many being able to actually fight him, so he didnt feel like he was ready to fight scion.
Since in the earlier years the more strong capes hadnt appeared yet, he felt that each second he wasnt improving or doing anything at all was a waste of time. He sacrificed any actual life he had to fully commit into being a hero.
Then his dead shard did as it always does and gave him what IT thought he wanted. No what he wanted but what it thought he wanted. So it gave him eidolon sized challanges.
When he started to weaken, he got more into his broken mentality (because the guy is actually just as broken as other capes cause his backstory) and noticed that when he fought the endbringers he could feel his power coming back to him, but not much other than that. So he assumed that a strong enough fight somehow helps him get back his power.
Again he did not summon the endbringers himself, his dead power did.
Oh I did not say they were, atleast not from what was shown, but society as a whole would just not exist without em.
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Worm 98
How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow because nobody was willing to abuse themselves with it.
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Chapter 98: Hope
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Colin Wallace, Armsmaster, was on edge. Everyone was as the hours, the days ticked by. They knew that it was time. The Endbringers could be early, could be late, but they always operated within a given range.
And the last Endbringer attack took place in November. It was time. They were due.
Getting an alert from Dragon mere seconds before the sirens started going off almost felt like a relief. It meant that the tension, the anxiety, the waiting was over.
Now? It was just a matter of coordinating people.
Phone calls were made, video calls were deferred, Brandish attempted to make some half-hearted offer of sending Panacea to assist the first responders that Armsmaster had to shoot down.
The girl wasn't even 18. He didn't care how valuable she -could- be. Panacea hadn't volunteered herself and the girl was too young.
She didn't need to see what was going to happen.
The Endbringer sirens were sounding through the air, the dual-tone eerie in the artificial stillness as people made their way to the shelters. The Capes that could fight, that would fight, knew that was the warning that they needed to muster up at the nearest Protectorate facility.
The turnout in Brockton Bay was the worst that Colin had seen in years. The Empire, reviled by everyone that was both sane and decent, would usually send a handful of people. They would rotate their Capes into combat.
It was the key reason why, despite being universally hated by a solid 60% of the population, they were tolerated. It didn't stop any of the legal authorities from trying to apprehend the Neo-Nazi scumbags but it did keep them from taking lethal actions unless their leashed rabid dog, Hookwolf, took to the field.
And now they were dead. And Brockton Bay wouldn't be sending as many capes to the meat grinder with their loss.
Colin was pulled out of his dark musings as a cape joined the assembling group. A man in black armor with silvery-blue whorls engraved around it. In the center of the chest, standing out prominently, was a round, clear red gemstone with black impurities mixed through it. On the backs of his wrists were more of the same.
That... was not some Tinker's first super suit.
"Name and specialty?" Miss Militia asked, just as unfamiliar with the black-clad cape as he was.
"Telos," the person, a man judging by the voice, answered without any fanfare. "Reality manipulation. Heavy assault specialist."
Clear and concise. Exactly what Colin needed with so little time available-
The man gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath as an update flashed along the screen inside of his visor.
The Simurgh was dropping on Canberra, Australia. ETA in 30 minutes. Strider would be turning up inside of five minutes.
"Gather up!" Armsmaster shouted to the assembled capes. Nearby, distinctly seperate, the Wards watched on nervously. "We're leaving in five minutes!"
Some were more obviously worried than others. Fenja and Menja had crawled out of the woodwork, wearing their old gear. None of Brockton Bay's independent 'heroes' had shown up, nor had any representatives from Coil.
It was almost universally members of the Protectorate. Himself and Miss Militia, Assault and Battery, Velocity and Dauntless
Only nine people in total.
Armsmaster queued up another diagnostic on his suit and halberd. There wasn't enough time to do anything else, to make any more preparations or plans. There was some brief, aborted chatter by some of the assembled Capes but the tension drove everyone into a nervous silence.
Finally, Colin got a notice in the peripheral of his vision and he straightened out of his parade rest. He uncrossed his arms and said "Strider will be here soon. Get ready."
The words had barely left Armsmaster's mouth when a man appeared within a yellow circle drawn on the ground. The new arrival wore an outfit in black and blue with a pair of goggles covering his eyes and a cap atop his head, offering him an oddly professional look.
Strider.
The mass-teleporter looked around and nodded once before-
With a blink, Armsmaster noticed the difference immediately. The air was an unpleasantly hot 80 degrees Fahrenheit and the winds against his face were blowing strong. Looking up, the Tinker saw a white speck in the sky.
The Simurgh.
"Alright, everyone!" Armsmaster shouted as he turned to survey the group that had come with him. "Wait until you recieve an armband and your orders! The Simurgh is a precognitive Master with a wide-range telekinesis ability that she uses to maintain a debris barrier. Most important is her Trump aspect! She can copy the capabilities of all Tinkers within range of her scream!"
It wasn't anything new. They hadn't discovered anything new about the Endbringers in years.
But it never hurt to repeat the warnings, even if people chose not to listen.
Case in point?
Telos. The armored Shaker was looking up at the Simurgh rather than paying attention to what Colin had to say.
"Of course," the Shaker muttered as he shook his head, his words almost inaudible over the nervous din that surrounded the groups. "Let's follow the same playbook that's failed so far."
Colin gritted his teeth at the disrespect but kept silent.
Telos would learn, soon enough.
"Everyone!" a new voice shouted, amplified through a set of speakers that had been brought for the occasion. Turning, Colin saw Alexandria hovering in the air and speaking. "You know why you're here! You know what's at stake!"
The flying Brute turned to point upwards to the descending star.
"The Simurgh has the lowest direct fatality rate of the Endbringers but that does not mean she is the least dangerous! If anything, she's the most!" Alexandria shouted, her words echoed by the speakers. "Her Scream will twist people! She will turn them, and it will be so subtle that it can go undetected for months! Possibly years! But when that moment comes, you could find yourself covered in the blood of your family, of your-"
"Shut the fuck up, Rebecca!" another voice, far louder and omnipresent interrupted the woman. Colin turned, looking for the source, and saw Telos approaching the Brute. "We all know! This isn't new! You're just doing the Hopekiller's job for her!"
Between one step and the next, Telos nearly tripled in size. The massive suit of armor approached the floating woman, a scowl on her face.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Alexandria, now named Rebecca, demanded.
Colin felt a pit forming in his stomach.
That level of disrespect wasn't new to the man. He'd met one Cape in particular that would freely act so glibly, especially in regards to someone's identity.
"Upsilon," Telos declared. "I told you that I'd see you all in Canberra, Becca."
Upsilon? Colin wondered how many names one Cape could have. Because that was not -just- Upsilon. That was Alec Mist. That was Goonion. That was Apollyon.
How many other handles was the monster operating under?
"...You knew," Alexandria said, her voice losing its heat. "You always knew."
"Yes," the armored giant stated. It turned to face the descending angel and a weapon appeared in its right hand. It was an unusual weapon, to say the very least. The edge glowed with some form of wicked, silver light that had goosebumps crawling down Colin's back and it was held to a pitch-black fuller with rivets that glowed with the same silvery-blue light as the filigree on the armor. "And I'll be ending her games. Here and now."
"Are you really arrogant enough to think you can succeed where we've failed?" Alexandria demanded, rage creeping into her voice. "What can you do that we haven't already tried?!"
"Very simple, Rebecca Costa Brown," Upsilon said as the giant began to walk towards the city center, where the Simurgh was likely going to touch down. "I'm going to win."
Colin gripped his halberd so tightly it felt like his fingers might break.
The arrogance!
The gall!
Upsilon was surrounded by a blue aura and placed one foot in front of the other-
Before taking off with such speed and force that countless Capes around him were knocked to the ground!
Colin watched the man go, running at speeds even Velocity would struggle to match, and sighed in frustration.
Upsilon would learn the hard way, then.
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow because nobody was willing to abuse themselves with it.
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Chapter 98: Hope
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Colin Wallace, Armsmaster, was on edge. Everyone was as the hours, the days ticked by. They knew that it was time. The Endbringers could be early, could be late, but they always operated within a given range.
And the last Endbringer attack took place in November. It was time. They were due.
Getting an alert from Dragon mere seconds before the sirens started going off almost felt like a relief. It meant that the tension, the anxiety, the waiting was over.
Now? It was just a matter of coordinating people.
Phone calls were made, video calls were deferred, Brandish attempted to make some half-hearted offer of sending Panacea to assist the first responders that Armsmaster had to shoot down.
The girl wasn't even 18. He didn't care how valuable she -could- be. Panacea hadn't volunteered herself and the girl was too young.
She didn't need to see what was going to happen.
The Endbringer sirens were sounding through the air, the dual-tone eerie in the artificial stillness as people made their way to the shelters. The Capes that could fight, that would fight, knew that was the warning that they needed to muster up at the nearest Protectorate facility.
The turnout in Brockton Bay was the worst that Colin had seen in years. The Empire, reviled by everyone that was both sane and decent, would usually send a handful of people. They would rotate their Capes into combat.
It was the key reason why, despite being universally hated by a solid 60% of the population, they were tolerated. It didn't stop any of the legal authorities from trying to apprehend the Neo-Nazi scumbags but it did keep them from taking lethal actions unless their leashed rabid dog, Hookwolf, took to the field.
And now they were dead. And Brockton Bay wouldn't be sending as many capes to the meat grinder with their loss.
Colin was pulled out of his dark musings as a cape joined the assembling group. A man in black armor with silvery-blue whorls engraved around it. In the center of the chest, standing out prominently, was a round, clear red gemstone with black impurities mixed through it. On the backs of his wrists were more of the same.
That... was not some Tinker's first super suit.
"Name and specialty?" Miss Militia asked, just as unfamiliar with the black-clad cape as he was.
"Telos," the person, a man judging by the voice, answered without any fanfare. "Reality manipulation. Heavy assault specialist."
Clear and concise. Exactly what Colin needed with so little time available-
The man gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath as an update flashed along the screen inside of his visor.
The Simurgh was dropping on Canberra, Australia. ETA in 30 minutes. Strider would be turning up inside of five minutes.
"Gather up!" Armsmaster shouted to the assembled capes. Nearby, distinctly seperate, the Wards watched on nervously. "We're leaving in five minutes!"
Some were more obviously worried than others. Fenja and Menja had crawled out of the woodwork, wearing their old gear. None of Brockton Bay's independent 'heroes' had shown up, nor had any representatives from Coil.
It was almost universally members of the Protectorate. Himself and Miss Militia, Assault and Battery, Velocity and Dauntless
Only nine people in total.
Armsmaster queued up another diagnostic on his suit and halberd. There wasn't enough time to do anything else, to make any more preparations or plans. There was some brief, aborted chatter by some of the assembled Capes but the tension drove everyone into a nervous silence.
Finally, Colin got a notice in the peripheral of his vision and he straightened out of his parade rest. He uncrossed his arms and said "Strider will be here soon. Get ready."
The words had barely left Armsmaster's mouth when a man appeared within a yellow circle drawn on the ground. The new arrival wore an outfit in black and blue with a pair of goggles covering his eyes and a cap atop his head, offering him an oddly professional look.
Strider.
The mass-teleporter looked around and nodded once before-
With a blink, Armsmaster noticed the difference immediately. The air was an unpleasantly hot 80 degrees Fahrenheit and the winds against his face were blowing strong. Looking up, the Tinker saw a white speck in the sky.
The Simurgh.
"Alright, everyone!" Armsmaster shouted as he turned to survey the group that had come with him. "Wait until you recieve an armband and your orders! The Simurgh is a precognitive Master with a wide-range telekinesis ability that she uses to maintain a debris barrier. Most important is her Trump aspect! She can copy the capabilities of all Tinkers within range of her scream!"
It wasn't anything new. They hadn't discovered anything new about the Endbringers in years.
But it never hurt to repeat the warnings, even if people chose not to listen.
Case in point?
Telos. The armored Shaker was looking up at the Simurgh rather than paying attention to what Colin had to say.
"Of course," the Shaker muttered as he shook his head, his words almost inaudible over the nervous din that surrounded the groups. "Let's follow the same playbook that's failed so far."
Colin gritted his teeth at the disrespect but kept silent.
Telos would learn, soon enough.
"Everyone!" a new voice shouted, amplified through a set of speakers that had been brought for the occasion. Turning, Colin saw Alexandria hovering in the air and speaking. "You know why you're here! You know what's at stake!"
The flying Brute turned to point upwards to the descending star.
"The Simurgh has the lowest direct fatality rate of the Endbringers but that does not mean she is the least dangerous! If anything, she's the most!" Alexandria shouted, her words echoed by the speakers. "Her Scream will twist people! She will turn them, and it will be so subtle that it can go undetected for months! Possibly years! But when that moment comes, you could find yourself covered in the blood of your family, of your-"
"Shut the fuck up, Rebecca!" another voice, far louder and omnipresent interrupted the woman. Colin turned, looking for the source, and saw Telos approaching the Brute. "We all know! This isn't new! You're just doing the Hopekiller's job for her!"
Between one step and the next, Telos nearly tripled in size. The massive suit of armor approached the floating woman, a scowl on her face.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Alexandria, now named Rebecca, demanded.
Colin felt a pit forming in his stomach.
That level of disrespect wasn't new to the man. He'd met one Cape in particular that would freely act so glibly, especially in regards to someone's identity.
"Upsilon," Telos declared. "I told you that I'd see you all in Canberra, Becca."
Upsilon? Colin wondered how many names one Cape could have. Because that was not -just- Upsilon. That was Alec Mist. That was Goonion. That was Apollyon.
How many other handles was the monster operating under?
"...You knew," Alexandria said, her voice losing its heat. "You always knew."
"Yes," the armored giant stated. It turned to face the descending angel and a weapon appeared in its right hand. It was an unusual weapon, to say the very least. The edge glowed with some form of wicked, silver light that had goosebumps crawling down Colin's back and it was held to a pitch-black fuller with rivets that glowed with the same silvery-blue light as the filigree on the armor. "And I'll be ending her games. Here and now."
"Are you really arrogant enough to think you can succeed where we've failed?" Alexandria demanded, rage creeping into her voice. "What can you do that we haven't already tried?!"
"Very simple, Rebecca Costa Brown," Upsilon said as the giant began to walk towards the city center, where the Simurgh was likely going to touch down. "I'm going to win."
Colin gripped his halberd so tightly it felt like his fingers might break.
The arrogance!
The gall!
Upsilon was surrounded by a blue aura and placed one foot in front of the other-
Before taking off with such speed and force that countless Capes around him were knocked to the ground!
Colin watched the man go, running at speeds even Velocity would struggle to match, and sighed in frustration.
Upsilon would learn the hard way, then.
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I'm with TypoNinja here, Cauldron was a net negative in my mind. Without Elidon the endbringers would not exist, they cause a lot of side effects. Endbringer fights are the reason the villians are treated with kid gloves, containtment foam rather that bullets for serial killers.
Endbringer dooming the world in everyone's lifetime by itself would make a lot of villians.
Cauldron activitly made the world a terrible place so more triggers happened.
Mind you they did some positive if evil things, we never see just how many hero vial cape there really are. Mostly stable capes rather than broken people are good but they also killed a lot and made case 53 along the way.
Endgame with Zion is the only reason I'd want a secret society working behind the scenes.
Endbringer dooming the world in everyone's lifetime by itself would make a lot of villians.
Cauldron activitly made the world a terrible place so more triggers happened.
Mind you they did some positive if evil things, we never see just how many hero vial cape there really are. Mostly stable capes rather than broken people are good but they also killed a lot and made case 53 along the way.
Endgame with Zion is the only reason I'd want a secret society working behind the scenes.
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I mean, if you aren't covered in suicide jackets while fighting an angel who can use telepathy to remote detonate them, are you really even trying?
Well at least he's punishing her a little bit. Having her identity revealed isn't the end of the world, but it would affect her. Maybe push her to spend more time being a hero and less time being performing illegal acts like mass kidnapping, human experimentation, working as the director of the PRT while a parahuman, etc...
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Wildbow, of course, has WoG that states the world would be in a worse place without Cauldron and Endbringers.
More governments collapsed, all the S-Class threats Cauldron dealt with loose, and absolutely no organization like the Protectorate or the Guild in existence. Apparently, every organization that's larger than ten capes in Worm is propped up in some manner by Cauldron due to vial capes not having conflict drive.
Think bigger-scale.
Absent Cauldron's meddling, there's no PRT for one thing. There's no Suits, no Red Gauntlet, no Elite Sentai group or whatever I called them, no Elite; all groups that Cauldron set up or supported. Groups are formed but can't sustain themselves past tight Undersider-like groups of 5-10 individuals. Conflicts are more tightly contained and devastating, recovery is slower, and an area that ends up lost or fucked doesn't get the backup needed to revive. Such areas are abandoned or occupied by whatever groups are willing to make do with the aftermath/ongoing occupation by X gang or Y high-level threat.
Non-parahumans in the West end up taking a more aggressive stance against parahumans, as certain voices aren't silenced, and without the Protectorate as an example, things are just more anti-parahuman around the world as a whole. Heroes are fewer and farther between than in conventional Worm - you've got an awful lot of shades of grey and people doing their damndest just to get by. The Chevaliers and Miss Militias of the world are staying right where they are, in small town X or Turkey-occupied Kurdistan, and they're helping their town/country and only their town/country. For the most part, parahumans are taking over where they can take over, and because the population is so hostile, they're forced to be a little ugly or harsh to quell dissent, or they're nice and constantly watching their back/focusing far too much on just keeping things functioning.
Assuming that Cauldron's operatives maybe killed Eden but then just sat on their hands/died, the Endbringers don't exist, the cauldron vials aren't spread out, and there's less of the really powerful parahumans here and there who're capable of acting decisively. Gates to other worlds are left open, feeding into Cote D'Ivorie, spitting out more than a fair share of Case-53 like monsters, only in a very tightly occupied space. If West Africa survives, it's either as a world power or as a mutant-occupied area. If they find Eden's corpse, well, you've got a whole other mess, because they're going to be less careful and organized about it. Assuming they don't accidentally revive Eden, there's going to be a lot of failed doses.
Further, the major threats that Contessa and Number Man deemed too dangerous to leave alone weren't necessarily eliminated (either because Contessa herself didn't pay a visit, or because Cauldron didn't contrive to have said parahuman put down), so there's more Ash Beasts, Blasphemies, Sleepers and the equivalent roaming around.
There's no Parahuman Containment Center, so there's no place to put the really dangerous villains. What do you do with the villains who can't be killed, like Gavel? You maybe try to wrangle some giant-killers like Flechette/Foil, but how many of those guys are there, really?
You're talking about infrastructure, but quite honestly, infrastructure wouldn't survive the 90's. By the mid-2000's, getting food from the agricultural states to the areas with the highest population density (ie. New york) is a struggle, because of bandits, threats, organized crime, disorganized crime and more. Things come to resemble the theoretical Edenverse, but you don't have Eden shoring up the population by putting tinkers and capes capable of reviving areas anywhere particular (you also don't have her sabotaging). Scion ends up playing a pretty big role in keeping society alive, more than before, with keen attention to the biggest threats and only those threats.
By March 2011, half the world is struggling, and the other half is controlled by powerful figures of the Glaistig Uaine class. Richter and his AIs might have a hand in keeping eastern Canada going, but his attention is focused on New York, which is a clusterfuck of the Nth order. A coalition of villains occupy Brockton Bay, including Marquis, the Butcher Queen and the Little Doctor, while outside parties want a piece of that pie. Every second city has a major threat in or near it - not quite on the level of an Echidna or Nilbog, but bad enough that it's hard to put down.
It isn't hopeless, but it's grim. Points of light in a broad swathe of darkness. There is a way out, nobody's actively trying to stop them from finding it, but it's an uphill battle every step of the way.
And Scion's still waiting at the end.
Absent Cauldron's meddling, there's no PRT for one thing. There's no Suits, no Red Gauntlet, no Elite Sentai group or whatever I called them, no Elite; all groups that Cauldron set up or supported. Groups are formed but can't sustain themselves past tight Undersider-like groups of 5-10 individuals. Conflicts are more tightly contained and devastating, recovery is slower, and an area that ends up lost or fucked doesn't get the backup needed to revive. Such areas are abandoned or occupied by whatever groups are willing to make do with the aftermath/ongoing occupation by X gang or Y high-level threat.
Non-parahumans in the West end up taking a more aggressive stance against parahumans, as certain voices aren't silenced, and without the Protectorate as an example, things are just more anti-parahuman around the world as a whole. Heroes are fewer and farther between than in conventional Worm - you've got an awful lot of shades of grey and people doing their damndest just to get by. The Chevaliers and Miss Militias of the world are staying right where they are, in small town X or Turkey-occupied Kurdistan, and they're helping their town/country and only their town/country. For the most part, parahumans are taking over where they can take over, and because the population is so hostile, they're forced to be a little ugly or harsh to quell dissent, or they're nice and constantly watching their back/focusing far too much on just keeping things functioning.
Assuming that Cauldron's operatives maybe killed Eden but then just sat on their hands/died, the Endbringers don't exist, the cauldron vials aren't spread out, and there's less of the really powerful parahumans here and there who're capable of acting decisively. Gates to other worlds are left open, feeding into Cote D'Ivorie, spitting out more than a fair share of Case-53 like monsters, only in a very tightly occupied space. If West Africa survives, it's either as a world power or as a mutant-occupied area. If they find Eden's corpse, well, you've got a whole other mess, because they're going to be less careful and organized about it. Assuming they don't accidentally revive Eden, there's going to be a lot of failed doses.
Further, the major threats that Contessa and Number Man deemed too dangerous to leave alone weren't necessarily eliminated (either because Contessa herself didn't pay a visit, or because Cauldron didn't contrive to have said parahuman put down), so there's more Ash Beasts, Blasphemies, Sleepers and the equivalent roaming around.
There's no Parahuman Containment Center, so there's no place to put the really dangerous villains. What do you do with the villains who can't be killed, like Gavel? You maybe try to wrangle some giant-killers like Flechette/Foil, but how many of those guys are there, really?
You're talking about infrastructure, but quite honestly, infrastructure wouldn't survive the 90's. By the mid-2000's, getting food from the agricultural states to the areas with the highest population density (ie. New york) is a struggle, because of bandits, threats, organized crime, disorganized crime and more. Things come to resemble the theoretical Edenverse, but you don't have Eden shoring up the population by putting tinkers and capes capable of reviving areas anywhere particular (you also don't have her sabotaging). Scion ends up playing a pretty big role in keeping society alive, more than before, with keen attention to the biggest threats and only those threats.
By March 2011, half the world is struggling, and the other half is controlled by powerful figures of the Glaistig Uaine class. Richter and his AIs might have a hand in keeping eastern Canada going, but his attention is focused on New York, which is a clusterfuck of the Nth order. A coalition of villains occupy Brockton Bay, including Marquis, the Butcher Queen and the Little Doctor, while outside parties want a piece of that pie. Every second city has a major threat in or near it - not quite on the level of an Echidna or Nilbog, but bad enough that it's hard to put down.
It isn't hopeless, but it's grim. Points of light in a broad swathe of darkness. There is a way out, nobody's actively trying to stop them from finding it, but it's an uphill battle every step of the way.
And Scion's still waiting at the end.
Except he only partially revealed her identity, only called her Rebecca not her full name so while it will bring more attention it's not quite a full reveal unless he gave gets revealed.
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The problem, as usual, is a show / not tell issue. The main thing about Cauldron being positive is because the author said it is positive. He said without them everything would be chaos and anarchy as other places of earth. But this is just telling it (not even told in story much but with WoG). He couldn't really show it. But he really showed how awful they are.
... He called her by the full name, not just the first name with the ending quip he made before proceeding to fly toward Simurgh.
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Not actually cool
Don't you just love how Wildbow bends over backwards to justify his misanthropy? The idea that humanity needed Contessa and the Cauldronettes to come up with the idea of Super-cops is hilarious.
You're right I missed that last one where he fully called her out, probably because there was no reaction from Armsmaster about the reveal.
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Try not to forget they did even more terrible things than that.
Also Stable Capes is kind of an oxymoron when you remember William Manton being a vial cape.
We also have Mama Mathers who was also a Vial Cape if I recall.
Hell most of the S-Class Threats were made by them screwing with the Vials and Contessa running her ass away before she could be overcome by the suddenly dangerous person that they were planning to use against Scion.
If I recall someone said that Sleeper and Mathers were included in the people who gained powers because of the Clowns, that they just did there best to ignore since they were aware that they could pull back the veil on them, and Contessa wouldn't be able to silence them.
Jordisk
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No. He used her first name when he told her to shut up. He used her full name when he said he would win.
Shatterbird is also a Cauldron Cape. Accord's organization is almost entirely vial capes. Nyx, a former S9 member, was a Vial Cape; her twin sister was Nix, a member of the LA Protecorate with a weaker but similar power (they had identical vials for identical twins).
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Sam L Rioter
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We've been over WBs nonsense grimderp WoGs and how Cauldron's informed supposedly competent ends-justify-means is shown as incompetent aimless cruelty in this thread before. At this point it really does feel like beating a dead horse, can we move on and talk about something else?
Lopezelpesado
Space worm best worm.
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Thats nice of you colin but she has probably seen some bad shit at this point. Still nice of him tho.
This feels kinda unfair since he was just warning people of her capabilities, i dont think everyone knows everything Ziz can do.
Well lets see.
If cauldron didnt exist that would likely mean Eden survives after the crash and the cycle goes like normal, but more chaotic because without cauldron crap gets wilder de or capes and it would mean that endbringers would likely appear anyways but weaker.
Atleast thats how I imagine it would go down based on that WoG, and god knows if the crash affected Eden in some way making her crazy or some shit.
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It's here!
Looking forward to seeing how Alec kills the Hope Killer, and the fallout.
Plus seeing the sheer shock on people's faces when he does it. Like Colin's POV
Looking forward to seeing how Alec kills the Hope Killer, and the fallout.
Plus seeing the sheer shock on people's faces when he does it. Like Colin's POV
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Sadly it has been stated by the author that without Cauldron the world would be a worse place (which I can see that point of view) so unfortunately that's cannon despite how much we don't like it.
I honestly like to think how much better they could have been if Hero hadn't had died because I feel like he was the soul of the group and they got twisted after he passed.
To be fair though I also like to think what would happen in Worm if people had proper communication skills and more than one qualified therapist........
I honestly like to think how much better they could have been if Hero hadn't had died because I feel like he was the soul of the group and they got twisted after he passed.
To be fair though I also like to think what would happen in Worm if people had proper communication skills and more than one qualified therapist........
There's a rather important point to be made regarding Cauldron, just because they may have made the world better does not make them good.
Even if we grant Wildbow his point that the world would be worse without them, that does not mean that they are in any way good. Then there's the total disregard he has towards people becoming better on their own and touching many lives.
A comparatively recent example of an individual going out and touching many lives far beyond their little town/country as Wildbow likes to harp about there, is another Teresa. Or Adolfo Kaminsky. Or Nelson Mandela. Or many other people who went out and made the world a better place. Wildbow negates their existence in his little rant there.
Even if we grant Wildbow his point that the world would be worse without them, that does not mean that they are in any way good. Then there's the total disregard he has towards people becoming better on their own and touching many lives.
A comparatively recent example of an individual going out and touching many lives far beyond their little town/country as Wildbow likes to harp about there, is another Teresa. Or Adolfo Kaminsky. Or Nelson Mandela. Or many other people who went out and made the world a better place. Wildbow negates their existence in his little rant there.
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... Did Al seriously just Nah I'd win it?
That assumes they are smart enough to make the connection which they don't seem to be.
Sleeper is a new one on me but I can tell you they are responsible for the yangban with the earth mover who is the one that kept Lung imprisoned being a vial cape along with a few other of their initial core members tho it's not specified which.
That might be true when he just said rebecca or Becca. But he explicitly said her full name. There's no way they don't realize her identity at that point. Especially people like armsmaster who'd have to know the chief director as part of his duties as head of protectorate ene.
Lopezelpesado
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Apperantly if he lived he would have started focusing Cauldron into fixing the actual problems around the world instead if just focusing on Zion.
Tho idk if this is a WoG or not.
Oh they arent really good, but they arent evil either. They are just neutral. Heck I dont think they even consider themselves to be good people anymore (other than legend cause he aint even properly aware)