Single Thread RP Destroy the Godmodder: What A Perfect World

Should this game be taken elsewhere? (probably SB)

  • Yes

    Votes: 1 11.1%
  • No

    Votes: 8 88.9%

  • Total voters
    9
  • Poll closed .

Your Host.

The Axe
They speak, in hushed tones and fearing voices.
Of people beyond traditional power, who take and ruin as they see fit.
Of those who always rise to challenge them, to stop their rampage.
And of all the destruction such conflict brings.
They speak quietly, so as to not draw attention, not risking the world hearing them.

A shame, then, that I still heard.
Well? Don't keep me waiting.

I'm right here.


DESTROY THE GODMODDER: WHAT A PERFECT WORLD
Produced by Shovel Industries (me!)

Okay, this is very different from most things under the RP label. As such, take good care of reading the rules. It would save you and I a lot of headache.

Joining is as simple as posting! You can be you, a character you've made, a character you haven't made, or just... there! Wow! Upon joining, you can choose between one of 3 factions. The people who are Anti-Godmodder [AG] that wish to kill them and stop the fighting, the people who are Pro-Godmodder [PG] who wish to side with the Godmodder and help them come out on top, and the Neutrals [N] who are here as a catch-all for anyone whose main goal is different from the above. Maybe you're using the conflict to get filthy rich, maybe you want to become a Godmodder, or maybe you're just trying to survive.
You may also have multiple character at once, but understand this is purely for roleplay purposes. Getting more character won't have any gameplay implications, so don't even try. It is also advised you do not have characters of different factions for this exact reason. You may switch factions, however doing so will consume your Action for the turn (explained below!).
1. You are given one action post per gameplay round. You can do as much as you want with this action, but the more you try to do with one action, the less effective you'll be at it. The main use of actions is to attack the Godmodder or his summons. Your attack can do anything you want it to, but remember that the rules in this plane of chaos might make your action less effective than you expect it to be. (In other words, don't expect your attacks to actually work.)
2. The Godmodder's reality-editing powers will go head-to-head with yours. If you want an advantage against him, you'll need to be creative. The more creative your action is, the more likely it is to succeed.
3. The Godmodder radiates a Curse of Repetitiveness. He won't be damaged by the same attack twice!
4. Although this roleplay is slightly more oriented to gameplay than roleplay, roleplay is obviously allowed. However, roleplay won't progress the game unless it's part of an action. Also, this isn't needed but it makes my job a lot easier if you tag your rp-only posts with [RPNULL], so I don't have to go digging through every message to find the ones I have to reply to. If you wish to RP with a character I control, either label it [RPGM] or ping me, and come the end of a round I'll reply to them as well.
5. If you have any questions, feel free to message me! I didn't nuke most of my PM's for no one to make use of it.

1. In addition to your action every turn, you have the ability to create Charges. Charges have a length that is defined as soon as you create the charge, and you can only have one at a time. For example, Tank [1/15]
2. A charge advances on your turn when you post an action. In addition, you may boost another person's charge by 1 once per turn. The boost can be flavored however you want, but that won't have any bearing on how it functions.
3. When your charge completes, you may use it to summon an entity. If you don't care what that entity's stats are, I'll make them for you. If you do, either include a reference for the stats in the post, or message me what you want for its stats and we can work to make it happen.
4. As a baseline, 1 Charge is worth either 5,000 HP or 1,250 Attack.
5. Don't get too attached to your entities - they will almost certainly die or otherwise fall out of your control.
6. If, for some reason, you decide to create something that is of a different faction to yourself, please message me beforehand to discuss things.


1. Needs to be said, follow general forum rules and all that. Just because this is a little different doesn't mean you can go off the rails.
2. While possible to interfere with someone's Action, please reserve that for your enemies. Frequent spamming of this will cause me to look at you funny, fair warning. A game's no fun if someone keeps saying you can't play, after all.
3. The Godmodder is quite mean, as to be expected. However, if I ever go too far with things, please let me know!
4. Said a little bit in point 2, but the point for this is to be fun. If that keeps getting ruined for others, I can and will do something about it. Please do not require me to do so.
5. Please keep OOC talks low, if only so I have less to search through. Not needed, but appreciated!
6. Remember! The limits are your imagination! You can do anything.



You arrive in a deserted coliseum, wind carrying loose dust across broken walls and shattered marble. There, in the middle of it all, is a man in full vantablack armor and mask, admiring the view. He looks at you, and straightens his posture slightly.
"Shall we begin?"

Battlefield:

Zamiar [GM]: 20/20 HP, Godmodder

Entities:
Empty!

Players: Empty!
 
He sees the Godmodder.
“[SPLOILER="ERROR 404:: CHARACTER NOT FOUND. PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL LEGENDARY HERO FOR HELP. HELP. HELP. HE SHATTERED ME"]
ERROR 404:: NAME NOT FOUND.
Nickname: Absolute Problem; the Problem of the Absolute Fabric. The Unvoid. The Radical Beginning.
Appearance: Manifests as a blurry, indistinguishable blue shape. Commonly represented by this symbol:
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ERROR 404: BACKSTORY NOT FOUND. FUTURE NOT FOUND. HE SHATTERED ME. HE SHATTERED ME. HE SHATTERED ME.
Abilities: Translation, Scaling, Rotating, and Editing; matter manipulation powers which break physics, math, and spacetime.
Text color: 0202F2
Other: His second idea — his own OC. A Murder Drones OC.
Mask [USE REQUIRES DIVINE INTERVENTION]: Unity [Elderberry Ozo]
[PG]
[/SPLOILER]; yes. The time has come to begin, God. Your ascension must be ensured.”
 
yes. The time has come to begin, God. Your ascension must be ensured.”
Oh?

A woman with dark hair, dark clothing, and piercing hazel eyes strolls into the coliseum from the shadows beyond. In her left hand, she clutches a dagger-freshly polished, and sharpened to an edge that cuts the light that shines on it. Her right is empty, although it glows softly. Sparing a curt glance, she continues:

I respectfully disagree.

She then steps forward, staring daggers at the Godmodder beyond.

"Zamiar", is it? The Shadow Archive sends its regards.
Now.
Let us begin the test.
This shouldn't be too hard for you.


Action: She lazily swings the dagger at the Godmodder. Even a particularly slow-witted sloth would have little trouble reacting.



In the sky above, a distant star brightens a little.

The Shadows' Regards: [1/4]
 
Of course. The new arbiter.

A figure enters the field. Carrying no name, no identity, just a mask on a featureless body. Abandoned. Lost.
Absolute Problem. Probably going to watch them closely.

They glance at others.
Anfini. Seems experienced. Against the 'Godmodder'.

Zamiar. Why does it feel all too familiar? Like... it beckons me to fight in our common language. As if it were our duel?

Yet the abandoned vessel cracks its neck to the left. To the right. Arms splitting into half, then merging back with oily substance.

I just hope Sky hasn't followed.
They quickly take aim at the Godmodder.
"Strzelać w niego!"
With a finger, they feign a gunshot, with all the noise that follows.
That won't do.
The noise reverberates, although not their focus. For their arm cracks again, a fleshy rifle forming through the lost vessel's appendage. They take aim at the ground, firing. It's silent. It encases the Godmodder in the fleshy cage. And then, they screech. The noise reverbs through the 'room' the Godmodder is stuck in, maddening, head-splitting and with no doubt going to leave Zamiar deaf.

---

[1/13] Filar
 
They glance at others.
Anfini. Seems experienced. Against the 'Godmodder'.
Anfini?

The woman turns, apparently having heard the Nameless's thoughts. She flashes them a thin smile.

That isn't my name. But it's as good as any. Call me "Anfini", if that is what you desire.
 
He sees the Godmodder.
“[SPLOILER="ERROR 404:: CHARACTER NOT FOUND. PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL LEGENDARY HERO FOR HELP. HELP. HELP. HE SHATTERED ME"]
ERROR 404:: NAME NOT FOUND.
Nickname: Absolute Problem; the Problem of the Absolute Fabric. The Unvoid. The Radical Beginning.
Appearance: Manifests as a blurry, indistinguishable blue shape. Commonly represented by this symbol: View attachment 512735
ERROR 404: BACKSTORY NOT FOUND. FUTURE NOT FOUND. HE SHATTERED ME. HE SHATTERED ME. HE SHATTERED ME.
Abilities: Translation, Scaling, Rotating, and Editing; matter manipulation powers which break physics, math, and spacetime.
Text color: 0202F2
Other: His second idea — his own OC. A Murder Drones OC.
Mask [USE REQUIRES DIVINE INTERVENTION]: Unity [Elderberry Ozo]
[PG]
[/SPLOILER]; yes. The time has come to begin, God. Your ascension must be ensured.”
Welcome to the game! As per your request, you are [PG]!
"Well, aren't you obedient? And here I thought I'd be all on my own."
"It is quite helpful to have you here, but I am afraid there's not much for you to do right now."
"Oh! I know! Why don't you go have some
fun messing with the others, yes? Create problems! Drama! Bloodshed! Oh I can see it already!"

Zamiar is clapping, as if watching a performance.
...A very odd fellow.
Oh?

A woman with dark hair, dark clothing, and piercing hazel eyes strolls into the coliseum from the shadows beyond. In her left hand, she clutches a dagger-freshly polished, and sharpened to an edge that cuts the light that shines on it. Her right is empty, although it glows softly. Sparing a curt glance, she continues:

I respectfully disagree.

She then steps forward, staring daggers at the Godmodder beyond.

"Zamiar", is it? The Shadow Archive sends its regards.
Now.
Let us begin the test.
This shouldn't be too hard for you.


Action: She lazily swings the dagger at the Godmodder. Even a particularly slow-witted sloth would have little trouble reacting.



In the sky above, a distant star brightens a little.

The Shadows' Regards: [1/4]
Welcome to the game! Placing you as [AG] for now.

You swing your dagger at Zamiar! He... doesn't even bother to move out of the way! A hearty *clank* noise comes from his armor as the dagger bounces off.

"My dear, did you really expect anything else? I don't care how sharp you make that little can-opener of yours, it will never pierce me. And that is a promise. A challenge, even! So go on! Try, try and prove me wrong! I could use some entertainment here."
Of course. The new arbiter.

A figure enters the field. Carrying no name, no identity, just a mask on a featureless body. Abandoned. Lost.
Absolute Problem. Probably going to watch them closely.

They glance at others.
Anfini. Seems experienced. Against the 'Godmodder'.

Zamiar. Why does it feel all too familiar? Like... it beckons me to fight in our common language. As if it were our duel?

Yet the abandoned vessel cracks its neck to the left. To the right. Arms splitting into half, then merging back with oily substance.

I just hope Sky hasn't followed.
They quickly take aim at the Godmodder.
"Strzelać w niego!"
With a finger, they feign a gunshot, with all the noise that follows.
That won't do.
The noise reverberates, although not their focus. For their arm cracks again, a fleshy rifle forming through the lost vessel's appendage. They take aim at the ground, firing. It's silent. It encases the Godmodder in the fleshy cage. And then, they screech. The noise reverbs through the 'room' the Godmodder is stuck in, maddening, head-splitting and with no doubt going to leave Zamiar deaf.

---

[1/13] Filar
Welcome to the game! Also placing you as [AG] for now.
"Oooo, you seem fun. Well, show me what you can-"

Whatever Zamiar was about to say is cut off by you encasing him a cage.
"This seems quite a poor showiAGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"CUT THAT OUT!"
Zamiar swings into the wall of the cage, sending that part flying off into a distant coliseum wall. Zamiar gets out, clearly annoyed and suffering from tinnitus, but otherwise unharmed.
"Are you trying to kill me or give me a migraine?! Augh, you're an annoying one, aren't you?"
"Well, two can play at
that game."



Zamiar snaps his fingers a few times, as if trying to decide something.
"Oh, I know just the thing."

Zamiar plunges a hand into the earth, before tearing up a massive plume of dust and soil. As it clears, the dirt begins forming together into a few stumpy golems.

"...You're lucky my head is still pounding."
Seems he couldn't get what he wanted from that!


GOALS:
[PG]: Assist Zamiar!
[AG]: Defeat Zamiar!

Battlefield:

Zamiar [GM]: 20/20 HP, Godmodder

Entities:


Minor Earth Golems [PG](x3): 8,000/10,000(x3) HP, 2,000(x3) Attack.

Players:
Green_Metagnight: The Unvoid [PG]
Anfini: "Anfini" [AG]
Vella: Vessel [AG]
 
The Problem attempts to break down the speed of light around the Minor Earth Golems to increase their speed via time dilation.
He then warps into the air and hovers in place, observing the arena as he gets acclimated to the many idiosyncrasies of this world.
 
Filar [2/13]

---

The Vessel grunts. It's disgruntled, yet varily observes the Godmodder's actions.
Summoning, eh. Cowardly.
They grunt again, cracking its neck forth, towards the Earth Golem. Raising its appendages like fists, it quickly pounds the Golem into ground, raises them with open hand, then smashes them against the ground, smearing it like clay.
"S'that what-what you got-got?"
Despite speaking, it looks like it's not speaking, the words conveyed, yet nowhere that causes the voice to escape from.
"Minor-minor annoyances in my-in my way?"
 
The air sems to shudder, to waver. A lithe, white-grey form of alien metal striding out from nothing to gaze, almost blankly, at the conflict ahead with her singular cyan lens. It's slanted down like an exhausted expression. [N]

"A show is a show, I do suppose."

With a flourish of one her claw-like fingers, cyan strings and tears weave amidst the air, seemingly to offer strength to the vague form before her, coiling silently about them for a moment. (Giving a charge to the nameless entity)

She conjures some sort of hovering, modest metal throne, devoid of much elaborate detail. Resting upon it and crossing her bladed, slender legs, she leans her elongated head in one hand to watch, lens following the combat at impossible speeds.


(I can only surrender my charge to a single person, or use it upon myself, right? Just making sure.)
 
[NULL]

(It says that in addition to charging you can give someone a boost.)
 
(I can only surrender my charge to a single person, or use it upon myself, right? Just making sure.)
(You may gift one in addition to building your own!)
 
(Could I offer a.. preemptive charge then? is that a thing? Like if someone hasn't decided to charge up an entity, could I still grant them one for later? Sorry I'm new to this format aaaaaaa)
 
(Could I offer a.. preemptive charge then? is that a thing? Like if someone hasn't decided to charge up an entity, could I still grant them one for later? Sorry I'm new to this format aaaaaaa)
(And I'm new at running one)
(I mean, technically yes. I fail to see why you would, but you can if you wish.)
 
'Tis a rather uneventful day, a dull one for our dear Zamiar. Pledges of allegiance made, attempts at him looking minor, toys cast at the rabble for them to chew on, all but tedium for an "enemy of the world" sort.

Then falls a grand piano, its heavy mass threatening damage. Of course, its shadow is like an assassin's battle cry; unnecessarily calling attention to their deed. The piano is dodged, simple as that... or if this is felt to be a bluff, sure, try and call it. Take the damage it threatens if you think it hollow (it is not).

...asiding thoughts over a fallen over piano, then comes... a scratch felt on his leg? From inside his formidable armor? What gives?! Our dear Godmodder would come to realize this to be a treachery of sorts from the armor itself: A sharp, pointy bit exists on the armor's internals, betraying any comfort function it is likely to have and bypassing any chainmail undershirt (or leggings for that matter) or such just to reach the vulnerable skin from within. Surely he's had it well checked for any defects before engaging in this battle! How did this come to be-

And then a sharp sensation pierces the heart... or rather, spikes quite literally formed inside his heart, formed out of its own flesh that also betrays the entire organ's purpose. HOW?! Is this some sort of biological error that has a .001% nanochance of spontaneously occurring? Why him?! Why now?!

He tries to play off the pain and stride forward, but a rock protrusion causes him to trip, regardless of if said rock survives the stride of a Godmodder. He tries any means of recovering but he bumps into a chair- when was there a chair here?! He may either retaliate against the chair or leave it be, but then his elbow bumps into a random pillar, the impact causing just the right vibration within the armor to disturb the funny bone. He may either reel in a special sort of pain or accept it and ascend to a higher plane of existence, but both are interrupted by an apple falling on him more sneakily than the piano ever could. He finally tries to get a word in but he starts coughing- oh you cannot be serious is that the common cold?! Really?!

And now there's just a random onlooker inside this colosseum. Sure, I guess we have random people here now. Said onlooker... jeers on our dear Zamiar, mocking him to the tune of "Your name starts with a Z? How edgy!" This precedes a beatdown brought down upon our beloathed jeerer by a crowd of Zacharys and Zacks and Zoes and other plain names starting with that letter. Bit of a vindication there, but the mockery will stay in the heart, regardless of it coming from... some random stranger- ok where are all these people coming from?! Well, as it turns out, some civilization of sorts spontaneously developed here... within the confines of this colosseum, within the span of the golems' creation to now... Look! They're doing their variation of the Tower of Babel- oop the wrath of some God analog befalls it, leading to the civilization's instant scattering (away from this colosseum) and the physical collapse of a towering Godchallenger scattering debris that, of course, flies really harmfully towards Zamiar for good measure.

...again, what is going on? Surely these aren't just strokes of misfortunes since he's likely to have at least installed countermeasures for those. This must be the deliberate will of something, one of a Neutral sort only choosing now to torment the Godmodder! So then, Who is responsible for this?!

...

You just answered your question.



What is being charged? [1/10]
A cardboard cutout of a "+1" is dropped into the pockets of a certain Shadow Archivist (or mercenary of sorts under the employ of said Shadow Archive). @Anfini
 
"PRAISE THE LORD!"
Oh vegg. Not all-caps again...
"PRAISE IT, FOR IT IS HOLY! IT IS SACRED!! IT IS GOOD!!!"
I'm about to take this guy out behind the woodshed and give him the old-
"!PRAISE! !!PRAISE IT!! !!!PRAISE!!!"
At this rate, I'm gonna run out of exclamation marks. Let me just-
"THE LORD SHALL COME DOWN FROM ITS LAND OF AGED DAIRY AND PROCESSED MEATS, AND WHEN IT DOES, WE SHALL-" *SHOT*
...
Much better! I can finally hear myself-
"!!!PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAISE!!!"
...Gosh darn it.

A man in ragged brown robes comes stumbling into the coliseum, slipping on the hems of his man-skirt as his sandals plod through the dust. Beneath his sparse almond hair, there is a hole shooting through his left temple. He doesn't seem to have noticed it yet. I'm not sure he ever will.

"PRAISE!" the man screams as he waves a TV Remote through the air. "PRAISE THAT WHICH GIVES US ALL THAT WE DESIRE!"

The remote is comedically large- big enough for the man to strap around his back like some postmodern buster sword. But what's even stranger than the size of the remote is that it has just the one button. It gleams with a glint of selfish red.

[ACTION]

"!PRAISE!" The man stumbles up to The Godmodder, swinging his remote around with one arm to the empty grandstands surrounding them. "PRAISE THE LORD WHO WATCHES OUR DREAMS! PRAISE ITS VISION!! ITS EVERLASTING LIGHT!!!"

Somehow, he manages to curl his thumb up to mash the remote's single button. It flashes dim and shining as beams of infra-red blast the heavens above. It doesn't do anything though. Not unless there are any aliens up there watching Seinfeld.

"!!PRAAAAAAISE IT!!" I think this guy is having an aneurysm.

The man's teeth grind together, getting all up in Zalimar's face. Is... Is that Zalimar like Olimar? Are we playing Pikmin, Tables? Cause let me tell you. I... am not very good.

"!!!PRAAAAAAAAAAAISE!!!"

And all at once, something pops. Like a blood vessel in his brain! Or like the fact that he literally got SHOT!! I SHOT HIM DEAD WHY IS HE STILL-

The man crumples to the ground, curled up at Zalimar's feet like a dead bulborb waiting for its harvest to come. His body twitches. Something red seeps from the hole in his head. But it isn't blood. It's-

The man's eyes flash open. Or- his eye? He has two, but... they are only one. His vision is a singularity, snickering red.

"Hello," THE LORD speaks. As if held by strings, IT rights ITSELF, dangling at eye level with Zalimar. "Would you like to play a game?"

IT reaches out and taps the center of The Godmodder's chestplate. Something clicks. A red button recedes into a hole of vantablack.

Before Zalimar can say anything, IT holds up ITS finger. "You're going to ask what I just did," THE LORD titters. "It's a secret, but I'll tell you." IT leans in close, breathing into the right side of Zalimar's helm. The two just hang there for a moment, waiting. THE LORD parts ITS lips, and-

...

"self-destruct button"

Their two bodies are ripped open by one of the Cardinal Rules of Villainy. "Never forget the Self-Destruct Button." Leaving it out takes away all the fun!

[CHARGE]

THE LORD'S body goes flying into one of the marble walls. ITS eye closes, and when it opens again, the man gasps awake. "!PRAISE!" His name is Berrun. Berrun Prique. [AG]. And he will-

PRAISE IT: [01/12]

+1 to @Vella.
 
(...I think I'm going to leave. I was entirely unprepared for this; I am nowhere near used to this level of chaos. All of my OCs are either way too weak or way too strong for this.)
The Problem disappears.
 
(An open spot? Don't mind if I do.)

The next being to appear within the confines of the coliseum is more a presence than a figure. Yellow and purple lights accompanied by fog and the distant drumming beat of a rave. Yet all of this is nothing compared to the toxic taste of euphoria in the air. The party ended forever ago but it refuses to pass on.

Laughter rings out of the smoke, something moves within the presence. A figure garbed in a cross between rave gear and wizard attire steps out...


"NYA-HA-HA! Behowod the powew of the gweat Nekomancer, Nyatailie!!"

That is a catgirl, what. She raises a mechanical staff filled with an ominously glowing green liquid and slams it into the ground, a zombified catgirl rising from the dirt and dancing into the fray... Joining Zamiar's golems.

"Mew awe stuck with me nyow!"

Nyatailie,
Nekomancer [PG]

[ Catnip: 1/10 ]

+1 to @Vella
 
Helmet? Check! Discs that can also act as shields? Check! An audience? Check that too? Ladies and gentlemen and other fancy fellas, get ready for someone who can beat the beat!

"Ready to funk? Wait that didn't come out as good as I thought..." Her sick pose soured into one of regret as she tried to trail back on what she said. "You know what, just pretend this speak-slip didn't happen. Besides, that'll only distract ya'll from the party I'm about to throw!"

UNLEASH THE ACTION(S)!

As she finished her last word, her two discs were intentionally tossed to one of the small golems, before they bounced back. "What? That guy didn't have alot of energy." She overheard guy in rags shouting praise, lively in spirit and mad in sense. "This fellow however has a good start in energy, I'll give them that!" ( @O.R.I.G.I.N. )

TRANSITION TO CHARGES!

Perhaps for the fun of it, she she quickly scratched her records in a catchy tag, producing a small note that traveled to her fellow [AG], charging whatever he's having. Meanwhile, she has to get some time to set up a station for herself, perhaps a Portable stand-in-able. It would, in all honesty, be about 80 charges in total, but she'll try to keep the party on for the sake in the meantime. (Forgot to add this: 1/80)
 
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"My dear, did you really expect anything else? I don't care how sharp you make that little can-opener of yours, it will never pierce me. And that is a promise. A challenge, even! So go on! Try, try and prove me wrong! I could use some entertainment here."
"Anfini" is unfazed. If anything, she seems pleased.

Yeah, that was never going to work. Unless you were a complete idiot. Now we've proven you're not a complete idiot, we can move on to testing in earnest.

Her right hand crackles, building power.

Let's see what you do with a real challenge.

Action: At this, she lifts her hand, and punches-

RIGHT HAND OF FATE - THOUSANDFOLD STRIKE

And with her meagre blow come a thousand more, from all angles and places and times. It is true enough that a mere martial arts technique would stand no chance against a Godmodder. But this is no single martial arts technique. It's all the martial arts techniques. Some blows come from strange direction, going around the armour. Others are blows that strike not through space but time. Still others are...just...really, really strong. There is the Seeping Fist, with power that pierces through the smallest of gaps. There is the Presumed Blow, which has already struck you, even as you realise that that is clearly impossible. There is the Punch That Hits You When You Least Expect It, which...huh. It's not here. Never mind that one, I guess.

Regardless, all of these attacks are here, and all of them come simultaneously. How shall the Godmodder respond? "Anfini" observes keenly, eager to find out.

What is being charged? [1/10]
A cardboard cutout of a "+1" is dropped into the pockets of a certain Shadow Archivist (or mercenary of sorts under the employ of said Shadow Archive). @Anfini

"Anfini" catches the +1 in midair, storing it in a pocket.

My thanks, mysterious omnipresent force. ...Shall we test that omnipresence of yours?

She points at a star.

Now orbiting that star is your due compensation. Claim it, if you can.

+1 to @Krill13 ...if he can reach it.

The star grows brighter yet, and seems larger as well.

The Shadows'' Regards: [3/4]
(...I think I'm going to leave. I was entirely unprepared for this; I am nowhere near used to this level of chaos. All of my OCs are either way too weak or way too strong for this.)
OOC: Don't worry. In reality, all our PCs are of equal strength. The general tradition is that being near a Godmodder gives you the power to fight them in itself? Don't know if Crimtane's kept that around but it feels like a safe bet.
 
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[RPNULL]

My thanks, mysterious omnipresent force. ...Shall we test that omnipresence of yours?

She points at a star.

Now orbiting that star is your due compensation. Claim it, if you can.

+1 to @Krill13 ...if he can reach it.

To Whom do you address this to, Whose figure manifests for you to view, Whose face you are left to question the nature of?

To Whom is a challenge directed to, Where a faraway prize exists to be claimed?

How is this star's satellite knocked off course of its original orbit? How did many stars align to allow it a speedy travel? To Whom does it fall for?

Who has claimed the +1?

What is being charged? [2/10]
 
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