Playing PMD-
Terramodder: "ARBITER! Your players are under attack!"
Eeeeeek! Stop breaking the fourth wall-
Terramodder:"What? You're a bit too lenient to everyone, including me! You don't have any real guts to enforce even a single rule-"
I can, but for the things that happened to me, I can't.
[Personal1]
"For current health is 0 this means I'd be dead." That is also true, but my statement stands; beings with an MHP of 0 cannot have a CHP>0, and so are also dead. or undead, sometimes.
I continue fiddling with the Maximum HP. A value of fx1111111h- or, 16^0+16^1+16^2+16^3+16^4+16^5+16^6, which, yes, is 17,895,697 and almost 18 million- is inconsistent with your being a Godmodder, since that would require a truly ludicrous amount of attacks to kill you, so it can't be your real MHP- ah, I see why you set it to that. No, when I said 'I fill the fx0000000h slot with a 1', I meant with a singular one, for a value equal to fx0000001, not with ones in every 0 slot, so that's what I do.
[Personal2]
Sure, Curse only lasts until the battle is over, but in this situation the Battle isn't exactly going to be over any time soon; obviously that's inapplicable. Similarly, swapping out is inapplicable since there are no other pokemon for it to be swapped for. Moving to another floor, perhaps- I know little of mystery dungeon specifically- but that would not be a finite curse duration; it would be an indefinite curse duration with certain resetting points (whenever moving to a new location, for instance.). This is what I mean by lasts forever; the duration of the effect is unbounded, but it can be dispelled under certain conditions.
Also, Rest is a full heal! Which also puts the pokemon which used it to sleep(and also would cure all the statuses the Terramodder applied... if it had bothered to actually apply any statuses)! If you're using specifically PMD mechanics for everything, say 'follows the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon system'.
[24+2 Summoning Capacity]
Well, have fun filling the fake Maximum and Current health value, heh. Besides... this is the health of a Shedinja, and I'm not one, so keep that Ghost type away.
Besides, PMD is a
spin-off of Pokemon main series, so yeah, I was deliberately vague there. Once again though, if they put an upgrade or more on Aggron, I would've had upgraded their moves effect.
[Action Slot 1-2]
N/A..? how did that happen...oh wait...
ITS BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, duh!
[Summon Slot 1-2]
also because I don't know what to summon!
28 CP!
Eh, I'll let that one slide as a PA&SA charge.
[Personal Action 1]
The Trenchcoat looks at Aggron, looks at the Terramodder, and decides the current optimal strategy is to go crazy.
Throwing its mask on the ground, à̵̖̹̏ ̴̗̩̄͐͋ḍ̶̢͖́̉͘i̷̯͌̏͠s̶̻̥̽̓ţ̶̛̮̪̀o̶͍̥͔͘r̶͍͋̇t̶̞̦́̔e̴̺͕̅͒̈d̷͉̮͉̆̋ ̶̪͓̎̔w̶̪͙̑̓̋à̷̞͗̋i̵̦̩̙̒l̴̯͚̈́̄̃ ̷̼͇̈́̑̕c̴̰̪͔͒̉̈́a̶̻̙͓͂͂l̷̦̣̮͋l̴͚̜̹̋͛ş̷̍͝ ̷̢͗̿o̷͔̓́u̴̲̰̿͒͐ẗ̵̟̹́ ̴͇̪̪͒̉̚a̴̧͓̣͂̑š̷̻ ̸̨̼̐ṱ̸̫̱̈́̈́h̴̪̀e̴̻̅͒͜ ̵̘̇T̵͔̥̼̈̀̅ȓ̴̞̫̚e̸̳͛̓̊n̸͖͔̗̑̊̃c̵̩͗ẖ̴̢͌̎͜c̶͔̺̫͒o̷̮̓͋͠a̶̱̜͈͐̉ṭ̷̒ ̸̰̤̃̑c̵̪̈́h̸͉͕̣͒͊a̷͚̞͍̓r̵̹̾g̵̛̣͙̖͋̏é̴͙̑s̴̡͙̓̒ ̸̝͂̐͗à̸̡̻͇t̸͈̭̦͊̃̃ ̶̫̞̥̅t̵̨͕̰̓͑̆h̵̝̻̪͒͝e̷̝͑̋̽ ̵͔͔̬̒̚T̶̯͆ẽ̷̙̣͍̕͝r̶̨͍̐̋́r̷̠̞̈́̄͋a̶̡̝̭͒̔̊m̷̡̳͆͜õ̷͈d̵̮̖̍̆ḏ̵̮̈́ê̵̢̛̠̠̇r̶̰͇̀,̸͉̬̞̽ ̸̢̧͔͌͝e̷̬͝ć̶͖̓͝h̶͚͍͎̃̀o̵̮̰̊è̴̯͓̓͝ş̴̛̥ ̸̧̤̆̍̄o̵̰̿͊ͅf̷̣̱̽́̚ ̵͉͈̻́̑̾i̴̘̫̽̆ț̵͖̝̈́͘ś̷̡͕͆̈ ̶̰̼̤̈m̴͚̑̔o̸̜̳͇͒͊v̸̢͚͛e̴̱̖͇͋͐̅m̸̢̘̠͆͆ȇ̷̠̻ṇ̴̨̿̋t̴͍̙̯́ ̵͈̮̗͆̓b̵̧͈͇̓o̷̬̞̾t̴̮̏h̵̟̜̯̋ ̵̻̊ā̶̹̹̰͘͝h̵̘̄̓ẻ̶̬̅̆a̵͙͂̌͠d̸̢̫̈́̒ ̷̫͕̿a̶̛̯̙̕͝ň̴̛̮͜d̶̜̲̊͑̚ͅ ̸͔͈̞́̈́̚b̶̢̈́̊e̴͈̊̔̊h̶̖̬͗͌̿ͅi̷̗͇̯͌n̶̢̓͝ḋ̵̖̜̞.̵̧̲̄ ̶̡̂H̶̗̋̔̎ŏ̷̘w̸̙͂͝ê̴̖̲͕̌v̴͇͋̿e̷̺̞͚̔̈͝r̷̢̘̥͂̈,̶̨̩̱͊̑̈́ ̴̝̻͐̇̓t̸̢̽͋͂ḩ̸̠̼̕e̵̛̝̹͜ ̶̤̒T̵̢̫̓̋̒r̸̰̜̜͒́͂e̴̺͘n̶̡̉̂ç̵̪̍h̸̰̟̪͂̈́̿c̴̱͒͑͝o̴̘̳̯͊̆̈́å̴̟̋̈t̷͇̚ ̵͎̫͈͠͝ḃ̴̛͇ͅę̶͔̣̒̈́ğ̵͉̣̉i̷̖͛ń̸̛͈̾s̸͖̥̫̔̓͗ ̶͕̙̥͘c̵̫̬͛̽̔ỉ̵̠̯̥̑̿ŗ̶͑ċ̸̻͑̚l̸̗̦̐ḯ̶̝͎̄͠n̷͔̂̒g̵̪̤̔ͅ ̵̮̿t̵̬̪̭́̋̏h̵̲̯͆́̇é̶̢̟ ̵̳̲̬͆̑̽T̴̨́̇ê̵̞͓r̷̡̀̎r̵̹͓̈a̵͓̜͠ͅm̸̬͒̿͘͜ȍ̸̬̓d̶̬͎͈͋͂̀d̷̺̐ë̵͎r̴͍͆̔̒,̸̧̪͙͑̂͘ ̷̼̭̄͜t̵̯͚̓̽ṙ̴̺̭͍̽a̵̱̯̣͋̽͝i̶͔̳̥͒l̶̰̮̜͆͘s̸̨͂ ̵̯͕̈́o̶͕̖͈̓̅̄f̴̧͗ ̵̥̦͍͝ś̷̨̘̙̌̒t̸̨͙̐ḁ̵̊t̷͚̯̆ḯ̷ͅc̷̨͈̑̊̑ ̵͍̌̕b̷͈̲̠́̄͛ē̸̥̲i̵̭͎̐͊n̶͖͔͖͋̕g̸̯͕̊͌ ̵̢̛͓̀͑l̷͇͓̖̃̏e̴̯̖̾̂̕f̴̖̏̒t̸͈̥̪̾ ̸̗͠b̷̧̥̅̀̏e̸͎͎̖͊h̶̙̱̗̀̑ȉ̵̙͚̒͜ǹ̵͍̼̜͋̚d̶̺̄̿̚.̵̲̯̋ ̵̋͜T̵͎̅ḩ̸̖̅͝e̸̦̘͛͘͝ņ̵̹̖̓,̴̢̡̹̽̄̅ ̵̧̗͉̈́̊̃i̶̪̩͑t̴̪̞̕ ̸̹͉̂͠t̵̙̙̱͛a̷̪̠̯͐͂c̶͓̝͐̕k̷̼̾́ĺ̵̫́ë̸̲́̋́s̶̄͜ ̸̟͝f̴̨̟̟̎̓̍o̵̧̖̭͋r̵͇̩̕w̷͍̫̳͆͂ą̵̝̣͑r̴̗͔̱͛d̵͈̗̀̌͛,̵̢͓̄̇̑ ̷̪͂͑ṡ̴̩̲̜e̵̮͕̒e̴̞̪̭̔͊̄m̸̡͙̄͛̋ḯ̷͉̖̠͊n̸͔͙̮͂̆ġ̵̺̤̽l̷̻͊͜ỷ̵̙̅ ̵̞̣̯͝d̶͉̏̌̕i̴̙͍̋̀͜ș̷̯͆s̴̟̒o̸̩͎̯͛l̵̨͔͚̿̾͋v̵̠̾ì̷̢̪͂́n̵̢̼̪̅̈́ĝ̴̡̮̾̑ ̶̢̨̀̊i̸̖̫͍͆͊͊n̷͇̈́͜ť̷̛̘̹̉ŏ̴͉̯̊ ̸̲͛͘t̸̢̫̩̃h̷̛͙̓̂e̵̜̒ ̷̰̏̐͝ḿ̷̲̗̞a̶̼͋̒s̵̤͈̿͆͐s̷͕̠͗̄ ̴̪̣̻́o̶̥̳̽͊f̵͎͇͋͐̾ ̵̨̃̊e̸͚̅͘ͅͅṙ̷̨̪̹̀r̷̘͎̓̀o̵̰̭͊r̶̟͒́s̵̡̾̂͗.̵̗̩̋͒̊ ̶̔̅̍͜
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̶̭̔F̸̙͍̹́ŕ̴̛̝͓̊ọ̵͖̳͑̏m̷̡̓͝ ̶̯̖̀͑͝b̴̢̤̅͝ê̷͔͕̦̈́̅h̷̹̙̋̅̓ͅí̵̢͈͕̇n̸̙̗̼̂̈́͝d̶͕̲̊̃ ̵̟̱̺͑͒͒t̸̻̐h̴͕̣̚͠e̴̡̺͉̾̃̆ ̸̫͙̍͐T̶̠͗͌ȩ̶͒̓r̶̛̜ŕ̶̦̬̕ą̷̻̖̿̔m̵͛͆͆͜o̶̫͌̒ḑ̶͉̬͐͋d̸̞̖͙͐ę̷͘r̵̝͖̍͜,̵͔͕̀̄̂ ̷̢͎̮̾̄ą̸̤̄̅ṋ̷̤̃͆ ̴̡̪̹̍̓̚a̸̡̢̖͗̋r̴̲͐m̷̬̀̽ ̴̢̫̲̔r̷̟̉̕͝e̵̜͑̚͠a̴̮͝ͅc̴̛͚̜̊̀h̶̭̼̥̐̎̍ȅ̴͈̕s̵̟̗̹̾ ̷̡̀̀̋ò̶̼̪͕̍̆u̸̬̯͗̽ͅt̸̠̾ ̶̢̓̓̀f̴̫͎̐͂͑ȑ̷̲̤̼͝o̴̧̐͜m̴͕̗͉̑̈́ ̸̞̱̱̐ṫ̶̡̞̥͊͠h̴̹̝̃́̿e̶͓͛͝ͅ ̷̡̛̞́c̴̟͜͠i̵̩̊r̴̡̫̂͜c̶̣͊l̶̞͔̈́e̵̹͗,̶̗͕̅͘ ̵̛̱̦̚a̶̭̟͝i̷͉̟͗̈́̓ͅm̷̤̜͍̋͘͝ì̸̖͔̾̔n̸͇̱̅ğ̸̨̭ ̵̝̄̈́̚ț̵̘͔̓̓o̴͖͖̬͛̒̀ ̵̗̜͖̚d̷͍̈́r̸̦̆͝͝a̴͔͈̓g̷̛̖ ̴͎͚͖̂h̷̩͊́͠ï̶̘̱m̴̬̜̈́̅ ̸͎͍̩̌̉̕î̴̧͍̘̈́n̴͈͕̙̋̈́.̷̪̥͖͗ ̸̧̒̋̚T̷͚̮̓̃h̶̩́͠e̷͙̬̬̽n̸͎̓͜ ̷̙͗a̴̗͕̙͊͆̆ṉ̶̺̥͌ỏ̴̧̝͛͠t̶̖̿̕̚ḩ̷̢͛́̄e̸͕͠r̷̮̭̈́̽̀,̸͖̝̠̈́̑ ̵̒ͅạ̴͉͉̀̈́̕n̶̹͕̬̏́̐d̷̖͔͋͠ ̶̜̬͋̊͠á̸̺̎ǹ̷̛̞̿ó̴̯̊ͅt̸̡͇̜͘h̶͍̞̩̊é̵̼͎r̸͔͉̿̿ͅ.̵̫̆ ̴̻̦̙͛̓H̷̯̾̿͝ͅu̶͕̅͜n̵̘̅͜d̴͔̻̔͌r̸̨̟̠̿é̸̻̰̄d̵̮̹̳̓s̴̫̤̞̋̀̚ ̵̩̚ụ̴̼̾͛ṕ̴͖͚̉̀ó̵͔̚ṇ̸̯͚͝ ̷̜̬́h̵͈̠͐́u̵̮̩̕n̵̟͍̏̐d̵̳̍͋r̴̰͓͇͋e̴̝͖̦̿ḍ̷̟̪̓̓s̴̬̣̭̄̄ ̶͎͍̓̑͜o̴͉͑̅̈́f̶̤̖̯̆͗ ̵̹͇͂̌̐t̷͓̀h̵̪̑̓ͅį̴̭̻͒̇̾ś̴͇̲ ̸͎͘d̵̻́̅̃į̵̧̪͌s̴̩̝͆̀t̷̩̮̗̂ô̶̢̗̘͂̈́r̶͓̾̈́t̸̩͍͉̆̓͝ȩ̴̊d̴͈̊ ̷͍̐͝l̷̢̝̯̓í̵̖m̸̰̹̺̆b̸̰͈͐́̈́ș̴͋̈́ ̸̪̋͌̕d̶͈̀̽r̴̛͕ą̴̰̫̐g̷̺̻͝ ̸̭̓t̵̖͚̔̀̕h̵̳̥̊ͅe̴͍̖͖̎̓m̸̨̳̌̾s̵̡͉̓̊ë̶̠̳l̸̘͔̬̓v̶̙͐̔̈́e̴̛̦̞͋s̸͕̿̄ ̷͍̪̖͆͗̚ǐ̶͚̲̽ṅ̸̘̦́ţ̴̗̐ơ̶͙͔̽̆ ̴̧͐͌̋ę̴̅x̶̼̰̯̋i̵̟͈͆̓s̷̙̳̄̍t̵̲͚͎̏ė̴̘̯̇͠n̸̡̖͆͌͊c̴̞̈́͒e̴̻͓̘̐̕ ̸̗̟̃̚ṫ̸̛̰̙͉̀o̷̙̔͌ ̴̧̬̂̽r̶̛̘͋ẹ̵̻̹̐m̷̗̥̭͝͝o̴̺̮̟̿̑v̷͚̫̺̀ĕ̸̥̪̪̓ ̶̟͐̋͝t̴̪̋̃ḩ̶̗̜̑e̸̺̗͋͠ ̵͉̞̋ͅT̶͉̥͊̑͜e̸͇͎͝r̵̖̃r̶̡̪̳͠a̷̧̭̪͗͊̈́m̴̬̉o̵̡͋ḏ̵̡̀ͅd̷͈̲̘̏̍ĕ̸̡͙̄r̷̡͉̭̈́͝ ̵̠̱̫̑̔̓f̶̮͊̉r̵̠͇̊̃͝ơ̴̢̲̑͝m̸̟̘̈́ ̸̡̖͓͆̄ȉ̴̬̭ͅt̷͙͎͊.̵̞̳̒̉̓ ̴͚̳͒̾͆͜T̸̙̰͗̃h̴̺͐͆̇è̶̺̑͆ ̷̈́͜m̸̗̱͎̉̀͋o̸̡͉̐͑m̸̯͍̌͝e̴̻͖͛͝n̷̠̦̒̆̈́t̸̖̙͎̿́ ̸̛̪̻͍̂o̷̳̤̓̌͝f̷̟͍̭̏͊ ̵̤̜͋c̶̣̳͈͗̎̈o̵͖̓̀̏n̵̩̗̲͆t̸͇̞̐̈́͗â̶̛̯͈͠c̷͓̖̀ṯ̶̗̻̈̈̄ ̶̪̱͗ŵ̴̢̉ͅi̴̞̊͝ẗ̶̻̱́ḧ̷́͜ ̶̗́͑͆ͅt̵̝͌̚h̵̛̤̮͊͝ẹ̶͙̚s̵̘͕̀͠e̴͍̍̒ ̶̖͒̆͠a̶̠̒͘p̷̛̗͖͕̈́͌p̷̘͒͑̈́ë̴̪̊̈n̴͈̭͖͂̈́̐d̵̡̩̲̓͝ả̸͓̱̥g̴̺̽̂e̵͉̳͛̅s̴͎̜̒͊̑ͅ ̶͇̥̃̉w̷̢̫͈͝o̸̡̐͌̚u̵͓̔̈́͜l̷̯̬̭͑ḏ̶̨̎̌ ̷̻̓̔͑ŝ̷̲̒́ě̷̫͉̑ͅa̷̰͈͎͑́͋r̷̩͉͆ ̷̡̨̤̌̄t̸͇̝̗́̌̚o̵̰̮͍͒̇ ̵̺̘̣̚t̵̤̥̉̇̎h̷̨̼̓͛e̷̢̛̓̎ ̸̺̥͒̊̊t̷͍̬̓͂͘ô̷̬̳̤͝u̸͉̫͝c̷̪̱̟͛̓̚h̵͇͌͊,̸̱͂͛ ̵̪̆̎a̵̺̟̿ͅs̴͍̬̃̓ ̸̹̤̰͐͌̌w̴͈̟͛͋̚h̷͎̫̜͆̀͝a̵͓̟̥̔t̴͍͍͍͐͊ ̷͖̿ŝ̴̪̍̈́h̶͔͔͊́̅o̵̙͔̦͒͐u̷͕̒́̅l̷̳̠̆ḏ̴̪͎́́̾n̴͖̩͆'̴̖̦͛͑͜t̵̪̼̺̂́͝ ̵̪̣̍̐ȇ̶̹͇̙̑̓x̶̘͈͖͘ȉ̵̖̠͍̕͝s̴͎̘̪̃͝t̵̻͎̾̎͌ ̴̬̟̐̅b̴͈̆͒̒è̵̯͇̎̏g̴̢͠i̷̓̀͘͜n̷̞͓̙̈͛ŝ̷̝̔̽ ̶͉́́c̸͖̅͋̀o̷̫̼͆̏͆r̸̼̭̪̓r̷̯͔̍u̶̡̹͂̉̚p̴̢͒t̵͕̖̩́͗i̷̡͔̩̇ṉ̸̰͈̋g̵̜̏̈́͝ ̸̞͖͑͂ͅţ̴͍̺͌̆̾h̶͇͘͝e̷̺̼͝ ̷̨̹̗͗̔v̵͖͑̋͝e̵̢̩̪͒́r̸͙̲̺͆y̷̫̏̍ ̸̡̡͍̔̃e̷̩͑s̴̨͂̎̅s̸̭̪̊̈́͘e̸̼͕͊͒̕n̷̦̭͖͘c̵͖̯̅é̴̞̚ ̷̹͔̈̄͂o̷̝̺̥͋̀̓f̷̫͖̙̈́ ̸̝̺̌̏̕ẇ̷̖̗̼͐̀ȟ̸̨͆̚a̵̝͖̫̾ẗ̶̯̯́̈́͝ ̶̠͚͓̎̍͋s̴̩̫̰͌h̴͎́ǒ̶̺͓̆͝ṵ̷̪̺͗̀l̸̪̠̹̍ḓ̷̻̟́͘.̴̡̣̥͐ ̷̖̼͠͠A̵͚̯̞̽͒̔t̶̲͗t̶̮͠é̸̘̦̝̃m̵͇͚͙͐̂͠p̸̡̞̹͐̽̈́t̵̰̪̳̀ḭ̴͂̌n̷͍̻͝g̴̮̼̾͆ ̴̧̃̈̔ț̴̠̣̊ò̸̫̰͔ ̷͚̯̘̑͑f̶̥̊̾l̷̯̾̓é̸̡̱̽̀͜é̶͓̹̍̈́ ̷̮̯̆͒t̷͇̟͖̏͋̒h̸̤̹̿ë̵̥́͆ ̶̤̓c̴̳̥͠i̴̼̍̎͊ṙ̵̗̮̓̔ć̶̺̝̟̈́̅l̷̳̏̿́e̵̼̊̈́͛ͅ ̷̢̦͖̒̀̒w̷̛͕̬̿ŏ̵͕͈̐͝u̷͔͂̐l̸̠͙̓̐ḏ̵̌ͅ ̵̡̺̆̏y̷̲̞̓̽̎ī̴̩̩̄̃e̴̮̎l̸̞̺̔d̵̨̗̼̐͝ ̶̠̹̼̈́l̸̫͆͆ì̸̳̈̀͜͜t̴̜̣͚͒ť̷̼̭̩l̷̞̀̀̏ē̷̟̻͐̌ ̵̯̥́r̶̙͇̊̀̂ẻ̸͕̼̝͘s̸̗̖̀u̴̝̓̀̎l̷͔̼̊̽t̷̞̪͑͐s̷̥͉͗̽͠ͅ,̸͚͈̤͠ ̸̛̯̺̎f̵̦̳͇͛̕͠ô̴͙̍̌r̵̲͕̂̐ ̶̳̟̰̉l̵̜̿ǫ̴̥̍o̸̱͕͋̇k̸̭̺̽̚i̷̡͔̫͛ǹ̴͚̣̯͆g̵̲̠̺̅͠ ̵̱̂o̵̖̺͊͂̿u̵̽̀́ͅt̵̩̟̀̀ ̴͔͑s̶̙̯̾͒̔h̴͔̦̯͋̀͌ǫ̸̠͕̂̉ẉ̷͖͒s̵̳̙̞̐ ̵̛̭̹̔͝t̶̤͒h̴̖͐̆͜e̵͔͐̏̉ ̶̦͌̒͝s̸̓͜t̸͉̐͝a̸̡͎̕ṯ̶̈͑͝į̷̯̞̀̾c̵̳̭̏̆͝ ̶̧̈̾h̷̖̞̮̉̒͑ȃ̴̬̥̂ͅs̶̛͈̳͂͜ ̸̩̽s̷̛͍̠̬̒̚p̶̜̀͌͑ṟ̴̿͜ë̵͕́̌a̴̘͒d̴̩̦̈́́,̵̫͚̤̐͘ ̸̻͇̗̊͒͘c̶̭̊̏ơ̶̮̝͖̓v̷̞̫̥͛ĕ̶͍̭͌͘ř̵͇̪̇ḯ̴̮͒n̶̥̏̒̈g̴̲̳̿͂ ̷̨̛͚̙͗ę̶̀̔v̷̯͇̭̅e̸̛̤̖͇̐̚r̴̗̳̅͝ý̷̘̘̂t̶͚͒̈͝ḫ̶̐̓i̶̱̍ͅn̷̽̀̋͜g̸̳̳͚̀ ̶̤̜̃͘b̸͚̈̒̓u̴̖̝͋t̸̟̖̿̆ ̸̹̣͓͋̈̌t̵̨̙͛̚h̵̺̍͘ë̵̤́̈́̀ ̵̡̡̒̈́s̴̰̀͐ͅm̷̧̧̿̀̚a̶̱͝l̶͍͑͌̇ĺ̸͕̤̇ ̶̻̝̖̇̚r̵̨̬͍̓̀i̸̩̇̐n̸̬̎̀͘g̷̹̦͗́ ̸͚͉̓̍t̵͓̋͜h̵͈̳̎̊e̶̬͉͌͝ ̸̱́Ț̷̟̿͠ē̵͇ȑ̷̜͖̃r̵͓̂ȧ̸̲̘m̵͇̲̐o̶͇͋̽̽d̶̩̆̀d̸̪̿e̷̼̱͆̐͜r̸̢̎ ̵̙͎̘̏s̴̩͚̐͠t̷̩͔̞͊ą̶̖̭̉͆͝n̵̪̩̉̾d̵͓͍̈́s̶͔̲̒ ̷̫̩͓̈ĩ̶̪̪̓̀n̴͙͕̒̀̕.̶̰̝͗̈́͗ ̵͔̦̟̏T̶̹͐h̶̹͖̉e̶͎̭͂͂̀ ̵̨̝̿͘v̷̡̳̋͒͐e̸͇͕̕r̴͉̤͓͌̕y̵̨͕̦̓͒ ̵̧̞͛̽͜ǎ̶͙̺̾i̴͙̤̘̾ŗ̶̛̩̣̈́̓ ̵̛̩͈̝̓b̶̜̈́é̵̱̱̇̊g̴͍̰̈́̉̒ï̶͖̼̂n̶̥̄̋̚s̸̟̈́̂̀ ̸̙̱͒͒t̸̮̯͔̓̂̈́o̷̼͎̥͒̏ ̴̧̗͚̈́̚b̴̞͌̒e̵̲͗͘c̴̨͓̙̈́o̴̟͆̕m̸͓̱̽̌̚é̵͎̇͑ ̴̢̱̹̿̎͊p̸̼͗̅̂ȯ̶̗͎i̸̬̗̼̔s̶͈̬̭̈o̵̥͠n̸̩̭̼̉̈́o̴̺͐u̸͔͇͐ş̶̱̻̆̂ ̷̡̯̒͋a̵̪͐̏͋ͅs̶̠̫͎͑̌ ̵̛̞̰̽͠t̶͓̑h̷̲̪̥͆ȅ̶̬̀͑ ̷̧̆l̸͖̦̊ͅa̶͙̝̽s̷̨̧̥̓ṭ̴̨͈̒ ̴͚̠̇̕͘r̷̝͂̓ȅ̶̗̀m̴̨̼͖͒n̷͎̱̏a̷͇̔ṉ̵̡̡̈́t̷͈̾͌̓ş̸̭̏ ̴̜̌o̸̥̓͆̆f̶̬̣̙̾ ̵̫͑̈́͊s̸̥̀t̵͓̠͉͆̐̉ä̸̛̝́͛n̶̼̿̌͋ͅd̵̨͎̮̍̔a̴̺̰͗̊r̸͇̠͝d̴͍̳̉͘ ̵͍̌̌̀l̷̺̇͗̽͜ḭ̷͍͐̀v̶̜̗̽̎ĩ̶ͅn̷̜̈́g̵͖͔͈͗̎͝ ̴͙̩̅g̵̩͈̑́͘e̴͖̊t̴̜͓̣̂s̵͖̬̍͋ ̷͈̼͑̄͠f̷̀͜ó̸̧͝r̸̢̢͕̓́͠c̸̪͙̻͂̓͘é̷̡͍͚̌͐f̶̹͋̓̑u̶͇̤̼̎̒̏l̷̪̪̆̋l̶̜̔y̸̘̑ ̷̭̇͒̈́r̴̢̼͎̽͝ë̶̮̯̽m̶̧̅ŏ̴͔̻̥̂v̶͉̪̂͐e̷̖̬̎͠d̷̘̯͑̕.̴̧͍̉̂ ̴̮̃̑͘Ã̵̢̕n̵͙̬̫̈́̍d̸͔̪̣͋̅ ̴̰̖̆̉͛a̷͔̱̍͛̉ļ̵̏͠l̶͈̾̾̐ ̵̮̥͛̊͝t̴̜̪͓̆͒̚ȟ̶̰̭̞é̴̗̭ ̵͚̻̜̓̔w̸̜̲̣͒͠h̵̦̓̈̋i̶̛̪̬̒l̵̨̈e̷̼̖̊͘,̶̟̑̋ ̶̙̗͗͑͝t̷̹̒͠h̶̞̃é̸͇ ̶̟̜̤͒̋h̷̯͔͖͂̏͠a̸̻͖͌n̸̳̤͝d̵̨͒̽͜s̷̿͛͗͜ ̴̛͉͉͈̐̀a̴̯̍̿ȑ̵̼e̶̜̔̓͝ ̷͎̱̔́͠e̴̖͚̫̽̕v̶̨̗̓͑e̸̝͐r̷͕͍̐ ̶̪̘̥̍̐͆p̶̪̄̆͊͜r̶̥͔̫̉̊͝e̷̝̩̐̐ş̵̓͜ë̴̩n̵͕̠̰͂́t̵̨͆,̷̤̭̓͝ ̵̛͚̐̔a̵̧͔̺̔͐l̴̡̪͕͐̾̊w̶̛̮͌̐ą̶̮̀y̴̢̆ṡ̸̙̚ ̵̼͇͝t̷͔̟̔r̶̻͙̄̇̀y̷͍̱͗̇i̴̧̻̐̎̈́n̷̡̼̈́͌̐g̷̞͛̒ ̶̡̛͐̀t̸͈͕͎͛͑o̵̥͈̊ ̷̢̻͈͊͐͆d̷̟̩̿̃̄r̴̡̫͓̽͠a̶̲͔͆̂̾g̴̤̱̾̔ ̸͚͚̈́̈́t̸̼̊h̵̻̉͋͝ė̶̤͉̟̋̾ ̷̲̳̝͛̽̔T̶͎̂e̶̦̯̓̕r̴̝̼̀͋r̸̪̔ą̵̧̠̎m̸͉͉̓̎o̷̱̹͂̈́̎d̷̪͌͜ḏ̷̯͑̌̿è̴͍r̵͕̄̈́ ̶̬̖̞̊d̶͍̰̽ỡ̶͕͝ẇ̷̬͍̙n̷̼͈̹̾̔̄ ̴̜̖̞̄̈ţ̴͚͆͘o̸̧̫̬͂̈́̓ ̶̫̔͝͝j̵͙̄o̶̘͌̾͒i̵̗̪̅ǹ̴̯̟ ̷̢͗͒t̶͈̬͊͗̄h̸̘̻̭̒ȩ̵̞̣́̈́m̵̥̃̿͛.̸͎̰͆̓
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̴̤̂̓Á̷̬́n̵̥̳̽͆͌d̷̞̟́ ̴͕̙͙́a̵̠̽́f̷̧͉̾ṫ̸̤̈ë̵̝͝r̶͙͍̋̀ ̷̪͂̈p̶̟͛͝o̴̻̓t̶̟̹̾̉̿ė̷̮͗ǹ̷̡̛̦t̵̞̀i̷̺͙̓ͅâ̶̖͎̤ļ̵͔̞͝ ̴͍̑͊č̴̠̞ͅe̷̡̯̿̔͜͠n̴͔̯̔͛́t̴͎̱̰́ú̵̝̾r̵͖̀͆͠i̸̼͑͐̀e̴͎̍s̸̙̃̚,̵͔͚̈̎̕ ̷̢̛̀ṭ̴̿̂͘ḣ̸̛ͅȩ̸̯̭̍̾ ̴̡̬̇́̀T̷͇͙͆̂͘è̵͇̭̋r̵̝͔͉̈́͌̚r̷͚̞͂ą̸̹̺͆̚m̶̭̈́̄ỡ̴̼̩͘d̸̳̙̭̍͛̾d̵̨̯̐̽e̸͇̐͊̒r̵̳̿ ̸̨̹̀w̸̩͌o̷̜̭͗̉͊ư̶͔̝̗l̵̦͔͖̋͒͝d̵͎̖̐ ̴̧̼͙̀͒s̵̼̐ͅṳ̷͓̈̄c̸͙̀̈́c̴͕̀͑̇u̴͎͎̇m̴̧̥̻̋͒͝b̶̹̼͂͆̚.̷̖͈̰̌̈͗ ̵̱̠̘̉̇̈́Ä̶̝̹́̈́l̵̩̣͗̈́͗ḽ̸̦̰̈́̌ ̵̦̥̬̂f̶̞̞̺̉̽̀ȁ̸̦̓̚l̴̢̘̇l̴̢͔̊̊̓s̵͚̊͋͗ ̴͖̩͌e̵̗̒͗͒v̶̜̑̀ë̵͙́͊͑n̶̖͇̍̅͌t̷̹͙̭͠u̶̮̳̩̒̊͠a̶̹͌l̴̖̲̦̎͐͘l̸͚̝̫̓͆̑y̵̫̗͇̅̂̚ ̵̡͖͔͐t̶̳͑̀͘͜ͅo̸̮͂̎̃ ̸̱̭̂̊ṭ̶́̋͆h̷̨͛̂͆ͅe̶̠̕ ̷̼̿̔m̸̉ͅà̴̀͜r̵͎̈̓c̸̝̩̊͂̚h̶͔̐̎ ̷̞͎̃͛o̸̼͊̀̅f̷̗̲̝̀̀̂ ̵̠́̿̋ţ̷̱̮̐̀ī̵͇̜ṁ̷͎̅̈́ȩ̶̳͆̂̎,̶̱̒͆ ̴̹͕̃̈́͜a̴̼̳̎̐f̵̞̼̈́̆͠t̶̩̻͚͂ḛ̶̬͑͒r̷̜̮͕̎͗͑ ̸̩͆ả̸̫̦ḷ̸̰̙̊͌l̴̡̺̔̈̓ͅ.̴͕̂ ̵̻̋B̸̗̠͕̏̀u̶͇̍t̴̛̘́̚ ̷͍̭͉̔̊a̴̩̾͝š̷͍̥͋ ̵͖͕͍̈́t̷̖͐́̒͜h̵̫͒͂ê̶̢̮͋ ̸̪̈́̀̕T̸̩̤̺̓e̴̙͂̂̕r̴̻̫͠r̷̢̲̻̂̂a̵̢͆̍m̸̡̒̚ó̵̞͝d̶͖̳̻̊̚d̸̤̹͆̈́ẻ̴͌͝ͅŗ̶͉̥͝ ̷͎̐͑i̵̯̗͘s̷͍̹̠̅̇ ̵͈͍̇̎d̴̮͍̩̏r̷̦͚̗̒̎̆ä̸͖́͠g̸̙̦̈̇̐ĝ̶̘͜e̵̬̔d̴̙͖̩̒͝ ̷̨̈̅̀ī̵̮̭̞͗͝ṋ̴̾,̷̦̈́͠ ̶̮͑a̶̟̯̫̾͐͘n̸̳̂́̑͜d̴̮̓̽͋ ̴͈̪͒f̸̨̀e̷̛̝͖e̵̥͑̊l̷̳̻͈̃̓̓s̵̬̊ ̷͖͇̑͆̿ḧ̷̢̝͇ȉ̸̡̖͉s̸̹̩͖͂ ̸͇̺̼͂̈́͘v̸͕̲́͊ȩ̴̳̯̀͘͝ȑ̸̜̈͑ỳ̵̮ ̶̧̙͓͆̍ë̸̢̪́̂̉x̴̻́ͅį̷̻̓s̷̺̦͛̏͂t̴̨̗̽̎͒e̷̢͋͊̒n̵̝̯̓̕c̷̘̈́̀͛ȩ̷̻̒͛̈́ ̷͔̙̇r̸̘̖͛̽͝o̵̪̰̐͗̕͜ţ̴͉̍̔t̸̢͚̔̓͘i̷̧̦̋̐͝ň̷̩̬̹ğ̵̯͍ ̷͉̙͒͂a̵̢̺͑̌ẃ̸̰̙̘a̸͓̓̾̓y̷̱̑ͅ,̷͓͓̤̊̌ ̶̛̯̗́i̷̱͕͇͗̈́́t̷̙̪͗ ̶̡̢̞̂͛à̴̧̹̣̉l̶̥̔͒l̴̯̱͙̿ ̶̗̙̎s̵̲̀̕̚t̴̢̘̅̓̈́ǫ̵͚͔̈̂͘p̷͜͝ş̴̧͎̒.̷͇̣̩̉̇̓ ̶͖̮͆̿T̵̻̼̎h̴͕͆̅̚ė̷̯̥̆̍ ̸̨̚͝ṣ̸̫̕t̷̨͖̂a̷̦̦͙͐̅͝t̴̨̺̒͑i̴̥͎̘̽̌c̷̓̓̚ͅ ̵̢̺̚i̷̪̅̓̈́s̶̺̏͝ ̶̥̪̀ḡ̸̲̖̔̔ò̵̱͆n̴̡̫̬̐͠e̴̼̐,̷̛̟ ̵̢͙͚̓̎̂ȃ̸̤̃̄n̴͈͂͊͝d̶͙̱̝͂ ̷̲͝ț̷̀̈̔h̵͔̮̎̐́e̵̺̲͚͂̎͠ ̵̠̗̈́͝T̶͉͂̈̊r̵̻͖͘͜e̴̟̎ṇ̵͒c̵͈̜̘̽͐h̵̳̉̈́č̵̦̲̲͊o̵̺͚̪͐̅ä̵̜͔͎̾t̸̫͓͉̀ ̸̳̻̕i̸̢̢͇̅s̵͔̖̻̋̓̾ ̴̰̬͊̓͝s̶̛̤͂t̶͖͚͑̓a̶̪͈͠n̶̼͇̋͒͝d̷̪̦̀̃i̷͔̇̈́̆n̶̼͆̈́̎g̸̨̈́ ̵̢̪̟͘͘e̴̠̙͙̍̇ẍ̴̲̯a̵̮̩̘̍c̴̩̮̗̐̀ṱ̵͠l̶͎͆͌̚y̷̧̰̽̄ ̸͓̒̀͆ẘ̸̮̣̱̉̚h̵͋ͅě̸̡̮ṛ̴͛̊ę̶̟̓̚ ̵̛̠̪͖̈͠į̶̛̤̫͝t̵͙̍̅̒ ̸̙̝͍͆w̷͇̫̾a̶̤̿̂s̸̳͕̆͒ ̵͓̞̏̕ͅb̵̡̡̛̰e̸̦͋͝f̸̮̙͖̌̆͝ỏ̶̬̜̮̈̓ṟ̸̪̐͒͝e̶̟̐̔̓,̴͖͒͗ another pair of Mangekyō Sharingan on its mask. The Terramodder was stuck in another Tsukuyomi. And while this is incapable of harming the Terramodder, it would render him defenseless, at least for a brief period.
[Personal Action 2]
Using this current window, the Trenchcoat prays that the Cobalt Core will work, before drawing a katana into existence. Although, there is a slight deviation from traditional katanas. This one has a needle-like tip, looking like an Insect's stinger. The sword also glows slightly, although its clearly an addition the Trenchcoat made itself. Then, from some vague area away, a voice is heard, echoing out as if they were in the room with everyone else.
"Insect Breathing 3rd Form: Dance of the Dragonfly: Compound Eye Hexagon!"
The Trenchcoat lunges towards the Terramodder, and stabs 6 times. One in the neck, one in the heart, one in the brain, one in the eye, one in the brain again, and one right in the middle of his torso. Each strike, if it would connect, would also apply various different poisons and toxins from all types of media. From Minecraft Wither, to Enter the Gungeons poison tiles (which only hurt if you stand on them, but considering it's being injected into his veins, fair to say it'd hurt), to Demon Slayer's Wisteria poisons, which, while normally only effecting demons, are based on an actual poisonous plant, the Wisteria, so it's a grey area. The swords glowing would also show it purpose, and rather than properly stabbing, the blade would phase clean through most of the Terramodder, before suddenly re-soldifying, destroying whatever matter it suddenly reappear in instantly.
[Summon Action 1]
*throws full restore at Aggron*
[Summon Action 2]
Now, initially this was meant to go elsewhere, but Aggron almost dying means plans gotta change. Using 4 CP, the Trenchcoat draws up a small totem-like object made of solid gold, with Emerald eyes. A Totem of Undying. What's it do? Nothing, just makes sure the first thing of mine that would die doesn't.
[CP:0]
[Entity Commands]
Aggron please curse again I don't want you dying.
Everyone else, just... try your best not to die.
[Boost]
Another +1 to Tof's next Personal Action. Man when will anyone else start using this.
Terramodder: "Can I ask for translation please?"
Yeah, you just took one damage.
Terramodder: "No, I didn't, you patched that rule."
Oh, that wasn't this static attack, Terramodder just blindfolded himself against this one... and started yelling about how his attacks never miss! He starts throwing daggers...
miss...
miss...
miss...
miss...
mi-
5
OW! TERRAMODDER! I AM NOT YOUR TARGET! DAMN IT!
Terramodder: "See? I never mi-"
2
Yeah, I did slam that five at them. Dunno how I learned to do that, NGU classes maybe? Though it only dealt one damage. Weird, the other 1 should've been Shovel's then, just like how I predicted.
Aggron healed by 8000 HP.
Totem of Undying upgrade completed. It will break on one of entities near-death and restore 20% of it's health or 10000, whichever is higher; overkill above 10k HP or 20% health OR Void-type attacks will bypass it.
And I hope so.
OH. You want less text. Totally misunderstood that. I thought your exclamation the turn before was out of excitement! My bad. Here. Let's just-
PA 1: "What I remember most of my childhood," Tof begins, and oh boy does this not look like it's getting any shorter, "is the rain." He seems to be talking to the Terramodder, but I don't quite get why. Last I check, the Terramodder never asked. Exclaimed something about "false advertising," but...
"You'd think I'd remember rainbows. Sunshine." Er- is that how this is connected to false advertising? Wow. That's... flimsy. "But on the rough streets of London, those glimpses of daylight were just as often fires. The homeless crowded around their smoking pits, watching them slowly flicker out beneath the coming torrent." Tof holds up an open palm, and a single drop of water falls into it. He looks up, and there appears to be water dripping from the tunnel's ceiling. The strange part is there isn't a crack. And as far as I can tell, it isn't raining up above. The droplets are falling from nowhere, just like everything else.
"Everything I knew was rain. It followed me like an old friend. It washed my face of the city's dirt and grime. It protected me from the stone lungs of cruelty from which the city breathed." Cupping the raindrop in his hand, he rubs it against his cheek. His moist skin shines in the dark, bright with the shadow of some forgotten youth.
"You ever notice how, when it rains, the bugs all flee inside. The maggots. Spiders." -He glances at Johnathan, then looks back- "Ants." He holds his palm out again, and water continues to drip into it, forming a small pool in his hand. "The insects too afraid to face the harsh downpour of real life."
"When I grew older, I first worked on a ship. An old fishing vessel. Gnawed up and covered in moss." The water on his face dries, and you can see the age setting in his face. "Once, one of my crewmates thought we had termites. He pointed to burrows in the hull, bug droppings below deck."
"The captain," Tof said it with reverence. The water had begun to spill from his hand. The droplets continue to fall. "He laughed at the fellow. 'Mate,' he said. 'We had termites.' He slapped the gunwale with affection. 'That was when she was beached. Dry.' He looked away from the man, turning to the sea. 'Out here,' he declared, 'that pestilence dies with the sea.'"
"Sometimes, I think about everything that has been killed by the rain." He swirls the water in his hand, and more spills from his grasp. "The bugs, yes. But also the people. Those wrought with sickness. Those pelted with pain. Those locked away under the depression of the dreary sky." He stops for a moment, glancing at his outstretched palm, looking into it, searching. "I think about how my mum cried."
His eyes leave the puddle in his palm. "The list of names only grew when I became a PI. Grew faster when my life took a turn." -He glances at Reets, then back away- "And I started to wonder if there was something wrong with the world. That the cycle was broken. That the oceans would fill and we'd all wash away." He flips his hand over, and the water sloshes to the ground.
Tof stares down at the wet floor, hardly registering that he was the one who made it that way. "I've never been able to accept that." He clenches his fist at his side. "I see the rain and I see my mother's eyes, a storm cloud in the sky. And I know that I can't blame the raindrops for what we do to ourselves."
Finally, Tof levels his eyes at the Terramodder. "No. You will not die to the rain," Tof declares, taking an unchained dog tag from his pocket. He holds it up, and the writing is too worn to read, aged and covered with rust. But the edge is still sharp, and it chimes when as he taps it against one of the buttons on his grey suspenders. "You will die to the insects beneath it."
The ceiling erupts, but not with water. Instead, giant insects fall from the ceiling. Their husks are thick, armored with deep orange rust. Their legs are sharp daggers, and their wings flutter like streamers in the wind. But these creatures are not so frail. One look in their emerald eyes, and you can taste the murder held between their jagged mandibles.
A swarm of rust monsters assault the Terramodder, burying him under their combined weight. They take large bites out of his metal skin, infecting it with their touch. Rust spreads over the Terramodder, consuming him. He becomes brittle. Weak. Soon, he cannot defend from their sharp legs, and the rust monsters begin to puncture through his armor, running him through with a frenzy of steps.
PA 2: Huh. Lil' stumped on what to do here. I mean, I usually stick to a "One Godmodder attack per turn" policy anymore. What else...?
Tof glances at the Godmod-o-Meter. Seems kind of useless right now. I mean, he already knows this Godmodder is nearby, right?
Tof flips the Godmod-o-Meter over and draws some sort of magic circle on the back of it with chalk. The circle holds a star of compass hands, each pointing to eight empty boxes that form the ring of the circle. In the first box, Tof etches a small, mountain-like symbol.
As he finishes, a white tendril of light reaches out from the symbol, shooting toward the Terramodder. But it doesn't attack. The tendril stops right before the 'modder. Its tip grows a strange, yellow eye, which looks the Terramodder over. As it observes, the tendril changes color, assuming a shade more fitting to the Terramodder.
It finishes collecting the Terramodder's energy signature, before receding back into the circle. As it does, the symbol changes color to match that of the tendril. Tof flips the Godmod-o-Meter back over, and it starts pointing somewhere else. It seems that Tof has ruled the Terramodder out as a candidate Godmodder for the meter to track.
SA 1 & 2: Back to storing up funds. In the small puddle beside him, Tof notices a little sapphire gem. He pockets it, preparing for his next big purchase. (+2 SA CP. Total: 2 SA CP, 1 GM CP)
Boost: Sending a +1 to Curse of Ra/Trenchcoat. This time for their first Summon Action. Better heal up Aggron.
Per usual, sending me walls of texts to train me how to skim over them, heh.
Aggron healed to near-full.
Funds collected, Godmod-o-meter reset. It spins about, it should select a new target in 7 turns.
The Terramodder uses the Beehive glitch to combat the insects with insects.
Terramodder: "You know, can't have an insectversation without bees. And the bees, oh the bees... They sting furiously."
A lot of insect death messages after, there is she. A Queen Bee- wait, did you say I already summoned it elsewhere? To fight some other party?
Eugh. Let's say HQ-Bee Mark IV has arrived. And she is the first... boss entity.
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Actions:
Terramodder had burned through his action countering O.R.I.G.I.N's action. Therefore, he cannot attack.
HQ-Bee Mk.IV catches Jonathan and crushes the hapless medic! 20k damage, they are glad for spare legs.
The entities strike back, but Reets has its attack null- oh, just reduced by 1300 damage - 3 misses and 10 blocks! The rest of them are dealing 2200 + 3400 + 5300 to Mk.IV.
Aggron uses Curse again and Jonathan heals itself. At least I can fix the problem now that it is detected within Curse move.
Field:
Left Behind:
[H?] Eda/Ted (Sky High). Two people, one controller. I guess I'm avoiding the consequences so far.
Underground Tunnel:
[A] It's me, your Arbiter. HP DOWN(12, infinite turns, unremovable debuff), wears Negotiation Suit... sleeve melted away. HP: fx00000000h/fx0000001h - ERROR, MISSING STRING - VISIBLE_ARBITER_HEALTH.long_long_int.
[T-AG] JOEbob. Owner of Crimson GPT. Not effective against me, per se. Boosts technology-based attacks by 2,250. Interrupting me. Way too much copies of Arbiter Blank Error Healths.
Underground Tunnel: Main Battlefield
Objective:
[GS] Coerce Terramodder into giving the details up!
[AG] Destroy the Terramodder!
[H] Do whatever you want, but make it chaotic!
[PG] Defend the Terramodder!
[GS-AG] Tof. Has Godmod-o-Meter. Ticks every - ms (or every - London ms). Recalibrating.
[GS-Tof] Reets. Grand-Grandfather of the Cobra Car. 26k/35k HP, 66x100 ATK with 90% Accuracy. Attack buffs increase bullet count.
[GS-Tof] Jonathan. Spider Medic. 24,5k/40k HP, 4500 Healing.
[GS-AG] Gamechanger (Razor_Typhoon) Owns Ancient Pen! Wait, is it PEN- argh, I can't even finish the joke!
[H?-AG] Crimtane Shovel (or Curse of Ra... but calls themselves the Trenchcoat). Owner of Cobalt Core, Geode and Quartz Dust. May boost Anime actions. (Is Hostile your true alignment, then?)
{
[H?-Trenchcoat] The Cent-ipede: 11,8k/16k HP, 4400(+300 Ret.) ATK
[H?-Trenchcoat] Hercules Beetle: 7,5k/12k HP, 1600 ATK. Strong Attack (
II)
[H?-Trenchcoat] Aggron: 24,66k/25k HP, follows Pokemon system. Moves: Brick Break (3/4 PP), Curse (0/2 PP), Rest (0/1 PP), Stone Edge (2/2 PP). Refreshes after exhausting movepool. 2k ATK, 80% accuracy. Ignores 20% of the damage and dishes 20% more damage. (2 stacks of curse, lasts for 3 turns, refreshed by repetitive usage of Curse.)
}
[N-Trenchcoatl] Totem of Undying. Can negate one death, self-destructs afterwards. Cannot revive if the attack overflows beyond 20% of creature's MHP or 10.000 HP, whichever is higher; revives with such values.
[GM-gamma] Terramodder: 24/30 HP. Nowhere to run. Fights back.
[PG] HQ-Bee Mk.IV: 129.100/140.000 HP, 20k Damage.
Attack: [
II] - It attacks every other turn.
Summon Bees: [
III] - Summons 60 250 HP, 25 ATK bees. Uses Swarm logic.
Stynger Launcher: [
IIII] - Deals 60k damage over the field, spread across all opposing entities. Damage dealt this way cannot exceed 30k.
