[RPNULL - RIGOROUS INTERVIEW]
[Noooooot really! We're just picking two people to interact with out of a hat. One for each meeple. Ha, there is a mechanical effect for having two players!]
She.. takes it. To the chest. Metal shifts as the spear rings out against the back of the throne.
With a tap of a finger to the shaft, it's gone. Energy repurposed.
She slumps a bit, bleeding cyan across herself, though the wound slowly seems to knit all by its lonesome.
"Bless you for your business~."
The machine shudders slightly beside her.
ESCHATON: 3/50
She.. was not anticipating all the support.
"My dear friends. Your continued support means much... I have decided to raise our collective goal, though, I assure you, it'll be worth the wait.. hmhmhm~"
With the first visible effort she's seemed to exert whilst here, a clawed hand reaches up, catching against the air as it curls, dragging back down. Pulling ethereal strings.
The body of "ESCHATON" is crushed underfoot, essence dissipating as it flows into the frame of a machine many, many times larger and broader, still bearing the hunched, previous stance, ten hollow, symmetrical lenses, and dark-grey plates.
One of the lower lenses flickers with a hint of cyan cold.
Red Faith's head swivels to look at her. His eyes spin in the other direction until they manage to focus.
"You! You are the wielder of a weapon deadlier than a Godmodder's power."
"A weapon stronger than Titan's Bone. A weapon which wit is dull without."
"You... are taking this seriously!" ...the Fabrication Drone is, too! But there's no post from 'em yet, so we'll have to interact with them later.
"I was never the kind of sage who said platitudes, but those who take things seriously are often sure in their goals, and all that."
"So! Mind telling me a secret about your wonderful creation?"
"Might even help!"
[Help will come mostly in the form of supplying the needed HP for your entity, instead of assists.]
[At a favorable rate of 1 Charge per 10,000 HP, limited by our capacity and possibly slightly more expensive if Table makes storable health production cost more or something.]
[If we manage to actually make the infrastructure (entities) for that, anyways.]
Nyatailie looks over the variety of undead arrayed before her. Admittedly she's rather jealous, her ability to summon things is... Lackluster at best. That said, you can't get better at something without practice.
Nyatailie swings her staff around, somehow bringing another Zombified Catgirl to the battlefield.
An echo-y voice erupts from no specific location.
"So! Um. Why would you be happening to help the Godmodder? Wealth? Fame? Protection from a reality-warping lynch mob? A dream of yours?"
"Or is it because it's on theme? Necromancer helping a villain?"
"There's always another secret."
So um. I made a fake signature. Yeah. Don't tell anyone.
I only actually used it in my first post, but I'm sure it'll be verrrrrry handy later!
(Hopefully, everyone realizes the trick this round. Otherwise I'm going to have to paste this onto every post.)
[RPNULL - RIGOROUS INTERVIEW]
[Noooooot really! We're just picking two people to interact with out of a hat. One for each meeple. Ha, there is a mechanical effect for having two players!]
Red Faith's head swivels to look at her. His eyes spin in the other direction until they manage to focus.
"You! You are the wielder of a weapon deadlier than a Godmodder's power."
"A weapon stronger than Titan's Bone. A weapon which wit is dull without."
"You... are taking this seriously!" ...the Fabrication Drone is, too! But there's no post from 'em yet, so we'll have to interact with them later.
"I was never the kind of sage who said platitudes, but those who take things seriously are often sure in their goals, and all that."
"So! Mind telling me a secret about your wonderful creation?"
"Might even help!"
"Where meaning is absent, humor is logic, and logic is humor. Despite my pointed words.. know that I am here of my own logic, to the ends of my own humoring."
She glances at the hulking machine beside her.
"Him? Millions of years to design and perfect. A blink. A chuckle in this never ending, gut-splitting laugh. Something to rest my legs on and be proud of."
"Think of it like.. building IKEA furniture~."
She drums her fingers on her throne, squinting her lens almost flirtatiously. She beckons closer with her claws.
"Would you like to know another secret, dear friend~?"
[Help will come mostly in the form of supplying the needed HP for your entity, instead of assists.]
[At a favorable rate of 1 Charge per 10,000 HP, limited by our capacity and possibly slightly more expensive if Table makes storable health cost 1.25 Charges or something.]
[If we manage to actually make the infrastructure (entities) for that, anyways.]
(I'm not sure if you're stating this specifically for my sake or not, but me and Table have already discussed the specifics of ESCHATON's stats and abilities.. now it's playing the long game of.. actually getting there. :] )
"Where meaning is absent, humor is logic, and logic is humor. Despite my pointed words.. know that I am here of my own logic, to the ends of my own humoring."
She glances at the hulking machine beside her.
"Him? Millions of years to design and perfect. A blink. A chuckle in this never ending, gut-splitting laugh. Something to rest my legs on and be proud of."
"Think of it like.. building IKEA furniture~."
She drums her fingers on her throne, squinting her lens almost flirtatiously. She beckons closer with her claws.
"Would you like to know another secret, dear friend~?"
(I'm not sure if you're stating this specifically for my sake or not, but me and Table have already discussed the specifics of ESCHATON's stats and abilities.. now it's playing the long game of.. actually getting there. :] )
"There's always another secr-" Red Faith coughs up a glob of not-quite-blood, and elects to not finish that sentence. "Of course! Secrets are my meat and suspiciously sanguine liquid."
[You'll just get there a lot faster! (Forrrrr at least third of your design, depending on how much durability you want.)]
[It'll look a bit confusing, though. Something like ESCHATON 15/200 (+20 of HP)?]
[Stated 'cause this method of helping is a bit unusual.]
"There's always another secret."
...I. Um. forgot. To put my fake signature here.
Well, hopefully no one saw that! Or quoted my whole post.
Or looks at this too hard, really.
An echo-y voice erupts from no specific location.
"So! Um. Why would you be happening to help the Godmodder? Wealth? Fame? Protection from a reality-warping lynch mob? A dream of yours?"
"Or is it because it's on theme? Necromancer helping a villain?"
Nyatailie takes a moment to really think about her answer.
"Tuwu be purrfectwy honest with mew... I want to chawwenge mysewf! How ewse can I impwove my cwaft as a Nekomancer, if nyot by putting it in pwactice!"
She proceeds to drop the voice for a moment, speaking more plainly. She withdraws a vial of... Whatever that liquid filling her staff is from within her robes.
"Also, his presence loosens up the 'rules' of reality. As long as he's alive I can get any materials I need essentially for free."
She tucks the vial away before grinning and spreading her arms out wide, resuming the more bombastic persona.
…And across dimensions, this is heard.
A dimensional rift opens up, and a blurry black shape dashes through.
???: “Perfect. Precisely one Post; I calibrated it correctly.”
???: “[COM]; set my status to [PG] by inverting dimensional lag. I’m not sure whether or not this is needed, but just in case…”
???: “[COM:] Looks like I’ve already done that. Just as I expected. [Godmodding Command]Ore Vein; Corru. [Godmodding Command]Vein Miner.” A shudder blasts through the ground, as a vein of alien metal permeates it but is immediately mined and placed in his inventory.
He’s abruptly sucked back through the portal, and while he does so, anyone nearby hears him speak:
“I got the Corru you asked for, January… Ready to get Knighted?”
(It’s not split between multiple posts. I had an idea for how one of my OCs from another RP could quickly jump here to grab resources, so I did so. That character won’t be doing anything else here.)
(Also I only just now realized that doing this was kinda rude… sorry.)
This, in fact, is split between multiple posts, as you could have joined within this one. Not only are you using this as a chance to do something for an entirely unrelated project without my permission or allowing to do so, you also did it with a character that will not make another appearance within this game.
(When I made that post, I didn't know who to join with.)
(Now I've thought of who to join with, and will join.) A young adult man appears, holding a sword. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Look... who... everyone we have here?"
"...Why am I so powerful? I don't know what to do with it!" He looks around some more... "Oh. This is just to spite me, isn't it? With his last dying breaths before I Shattered him, Supersequence must've sent me here. But he forgot one thing. I'm the main character. I'm incorruptible. What? What is that word? Was that autocorrect? I can do that? Wow! Now I can say incorruptible! I don't even know what that word means, but I can say it! Wow!" He starts getting excited... And then he sees the zombies. "DIE, UNDEAD FIENDS!" He looks at one while unsheathing his sword, aiming to kill the second most evil person in the arena, and then when he sheathes it again...
He realizes that he's the second most evil person in the arena.
Turning around, he perfect parries the attack he made against himself, only to strike himself with the counterattack.
A drop of blood drips down his cheek, flowing from the thin wound he made across the side of his head. "Am I... bleeding?" ...No I'm not.
[AG]
OOC: @Green_Metagnight, this is a very assumptive claim. I find it unlikely that this guy is more evil than both the explicit main antagonist and all of the various other horrors here.
(That was a typo; I meant to say second most evil. I doubt anyone here is more evil than Xal.)
(EDIT 4: Now that I think about it, I should probably also talk about how evil the Shatterer is.)
(First, he constantly gets drunk and does bad things when drunk.)
(Second, he’s paranoid and kills anyone who he thinks has wronged him. For instance, one kingdom he arrived in was ruled by an evil king, and infiltrated by demon spies, so he killed every last villager for fear of one of them being a spy.)
(Third, and worst, he refuses to let anyone else be the hero. Most notably, his friend was developing a weapon with which to defeat Supersequence. The Shatterer killed him when he tried to use it, and then when his friend warned him not to Shatter Supersequence, he did so anyways out of spite.)
(Fourth, he’s blasphemous; he believes himself to be, as the main protagonist, perfect in every way.)
(Fifth; Anyone more evil than him here is probably tied with Xal for most evil person here.)
"There's always another secr-" Red Faith coughs up a glob of not-quite-blood, and elects to not finish that sentence. "Of course! Secrets are my meat and suspiciously sanguine liquid."
The distance between them is cleaved, taken away. Red Faith stands a mere foot or so from the side of the throne, the metal lady leaning down, face uncomfortably close to theirs.
They can swear they feel a frigid exhale from her nigh featureless face.
She whispers quietly.
"This isn't even canon~."
In a blink, they're separated again, back where they each were a few seconds before, the metal figure watching the fighting unfold as she rests her elongated head in a hand, drumming quietly.
[You'll just get there a lot faster! (Forrrrr at least third of your design, depending on how much durability you want.)]
[It'll look a bit confusing, though. Something like ESCHATON 15/200 (+20 of HP)?]
[Stated 'cause this method of helping is a bit unusual.]
…And across dimensions, this is heard.
A dimensional rift opens up, and a blurry black shape dashes through.
???: “Perfect. Precisely one Post; I calibrated it correctly.”
???: “[COM]; set my status to [PG] by inverting dimensional lag. I’m not sure whether or not this is needed, but just in case…”
???: “[COM:] Looks like I’ve already done that. Just as I expected. [Godmodding Command]Ore Vein; Corru. [Godmodding Command]Vein Miner.” A shudder blasts through the ground, as a vein of alien metal permeates it but is immediately mined and placed in his inventory.
He’s abruptly sucked back through the portal, and while he does so, anyone nearby hears him speak:
“I got the Corru you asked for, January… Ready to get Knighted?”
(It’s not split between multiple posts. I had an idea for how one of my OCs from another RP could quickly jump here to grab resources, so I did so. That character won’t be doing anything else here.)
(Also I only just now realized that doing this was kinda rude… sorry.)
This, in fact, is split between multiple posts, as you could have joined within this one. Not only are you using this as a chance to do something for an entirely unrelated project without my permission or allowing to do so, you also did it with a character that will not make another appearance within this game.
The Fabrication Drone processes this new sensation... it attempts to comprehend it, the closest input it has to compare with this is... [Sector Clear, Base is Secured].
Despite the Fact that the Base is not Secure, it is currently under attack in fact.
But it still feels this way, it responds to Her, though in a way that might be unexpected.
It Speaks to Her with beeps, boops and some electronic noises, She understands this message to be conveying gratitude.
It then floats up to try and see what's happening to the wall, and what enemies are besieging it, using those delivery drones as cover to stay unseen.
After Scouting it then floats back down, without any visible propulsion on the outside, it questions why the enemy undead don't just walk past the wall, but since they currently aren't doing so it won't be completing the fort, it instead moves back close to where She is and once more the Hologram indicating its Building appears.
A Repeat of the last turn results in a Mortar Turret, the Fabrication Drone attempts to use its gathered scouting data to assist in this first shot, once that one is done, then the turret can simply adjust its aim using the previous shot as a basis.
[Attack Drone Factory 2/4] +1 from Machine Lady in the form of... Security.
Processing the positive output from its previous target, the Drone continues this course.
+1 to @Fluxxation in the form of the Drone carrying another Power Cell, this time it knows what the previous one was used for, so it floats to the Giant Machine, carrying a power cell with an obvious attachment at one end, it seems to be searching for a proper charging port, or a Reactor Input if one were less cautious.
A generic placeholder appears on top of one of the coluseum walls Choose faction ([A]nti [G]odmodder, [N]eutral, or [P]ro [G]odmodder)
>[N], the character concept doesn't allow anything else to make sense
Faction selected: please create a character
>Load from file, NotJoe. Error: File contains multiple characters. Please choose one to play
>All of them
The themes and power levels of the characters are incompatible, playing them at the same time would likely lead to glitches
>alternate between them
Interesting solution; Very well.
Initiating characters
the placeholder transforms into a young lady, >Enter Name
you already Have a Name you Dolt.
>Introduce yourself.
Your name is VIOLET CLOROPHYL, it just so happens that today the 15 of september 2025, the day that you have decided to explore a foregin land, and have seemingly stumbled on some kind of SKIRMISH is also your birthday, though it was 19 years ago you were given life it is only today you may have to allocate your strife specibus.
>Okay what about your interests.
Oh yeah you got a bit caught up in the current moment there.
You have allweays been a fan of BOTANY, Both in terms of growing FRUIT and vegies, as well as Flowers.
Your favorite fruit is the GRAPEFRUIT, because it's tasty and also cool, and your favorite flower is, Well the VIOLET of course.
You also practice MARTIAL ARTS, because it's fun and healthy.
Your Chumhandle is [PercivedBotanist]
>Be somone else for now, we can continue your introduction later.
you are nIn the blink of an eye the girl is replaced by Ronald McDonald, who jumps down from the coluseum walls. He lands next to Zaimar and say Ah hello Sir, You must be this Godmodder fellow I have heard so much about. Well I have a challenge for you. If yo can eat all this, at this point he snaps his finger and a gigant table with hundreds of burgers, packs of fries, boxes of chicken MCnuggets and sodas (thats hundreds of each of those things individually) on it appears next to him, within an amount of minutes equal to the highest amount of chicken nuggets it is mathematically impossible to order at our restaurants**. you canget a 50% discount on all menu items at all McDonalds for life. So you up for the Challenge? Regardless of if Zaimar accepts the challenge or not, after the time he would be given is up, McDonald is replaced by, Paper Daisy
who looks around the area and is then replaced by....
a generic placeholder. Error: Velvet.CHR still initializing, please wait*** Error: Randomizer not found generating deterministic time share*
(the action done by McDonald is an atempt to change zaimars health, it doesn't matter wether up or down)
1/??? VariableEntity.CHR
+1 to whoever gets this reference "Posters tire-swing wagon candle camper sofa fork rubber-band" in form of all that and a bag of chips. (yes, it is a reference to something)
**yes there is such an amount.
*well it turns out this website does the weird thing of not having a dice rolling function
***my fourth character will be introduced next turn
...He blows off the debris fairly quickly, but the words left him forever changed. 1 damage to the Godmodder! Zamiar picks up some rock and crushes it into a "Legally Not Edgy" license, putting it in his Infinite Storage Space (pockets). "No more."
Red Faith rotates his 'eyes' in a full circle around his 'head', and stops abruptly upon seeing Zamiar.
"What luck! There's one right here! Pleased to meet you, whoever-you-are! I'm the Sage of Red Faith."
"And I'm going to build a Godmodder."
Absolute silence falls. And is quickly filled.
"...he's, um, exaggerating. (I hope.) It'll be versatile, able to counter somewhat, and potentially deal Godmodder damage... but it's not going to be a Godmodder."
"...you can call me the Higher One! Not much higher, though. Heh."
"Anfini" tosses an extradimensional Charge Baseball at the Higher One. (+1 to @DragonAegis)
The Shadows' Regards: [6/4] Complete!
The star grows brighter, and closer, and then makes it clear-it is not a star at all, but a sphere of metal, and much smaller and closer than what it had been mistaken for. With a mighty CRASH, the ball hits the earth. "Anfini" walks up to it and crouches next to it, concern spreading across her face.
Not in the best condition, are you?
She delivers a sharp tap to the rim, and four pointed legs force themselves out of discreet holes. A single, long, bending arm jerks out from the top with a shower of sparks.
...I'll just have to make do.
Sampling Machine ["Anfini" - AG]:
3 Charge into HP. Has significantly higher max HP than starting HP.
3 Charge into Attack, which the Sample Machine does by removing part of its enemies for study. Has 5,000 Attack but 25% chance for attack to fail.
Action: "Anfini" extends a hand, and a ray of light hits Zamiar's armour!
That plating of yours appears nigh-impenetrable...but I wonder if that could be a weakness as well as a strength.
As she speaks, the Godmodder notices his armour staring to feel somewhat...tight. As the strain becomes increasingly unpleasant, he realises "Anfini"'s meaning; she's shrinking his armour, and it's about to crush him! Pain flares up in his extremities...
The question, Zamiar, is this. Will your armour give, or will you?
She looks on pitilessly, waiting for her answer to make itself clear.
Green Metagnight said:
He looks at one while unsheathing his sword, aiming to kill the second most evil person in the arena, and then when he sheathes it again...
He realizes that he's the most evil person in the arena.
OOC: @Green_Metagnight, this is a very assumptive claim. I find it unlikely that this guy is more evil than both the explicit main antagonist and all of the various other horrors here.
Green_Metagnight said:
(That was a typo; I meant to say second most evil. I doubt anyone here is more evil than Xal.)
OOC: @Green_Metagnight. This remains a very assumptive statement, seeing as you are making moral judgements regarding characters you know very little about.
A tremor resounds through the coliseum. The soundwaves converge into a form, twisting and turning at every angle. To see them is a miracle already. The soundwaves disperse for a brief moment, whispering in the mind of the Godmodder.
Hello. You likely sensed my presence. Hold no worries, I come as ally. In fact, I wish to work under you, a humble apprentice. My name is Echo, or perhaps Belle. Yours is Zamiar, am I correct? Normally, I wouldn't ask for confirmation. However, your mind seems to be one near completely inscrutiable. How queer.
They stand by Zamiar, eagerly awaiting instruction.
OOC: @Green_Metagnight. This remains a very assumptive statement, seeing as you are making moral judgements regarding characters you know very little about.
Hello. You likely sensed my presence. Hold no worries, I come as ally. In fact, I wish to work under you, a humble apprentice. My name is Echo, or perhaps Belle. Yours is Zamiar, am I correct? Normally, I wouldn't ask for confirmation. However, your mind seems to be one near completely inscrutiable. How queer.
They stand by Zamiar, eagerly awaiting instruction.
Ah, there's everything I need, right there." She spends the rest of the turn walking to the colossal parcel, and scratching up a free charge to anyone who can claim it. (2/80)
It approaches the note, but before it can do anything else, the note approaches it, and sinks into it
[Attack Drone Factory 3/4] +1 from no other AG claiming this
[rpnull] Well, you see, I’ve been so many others. It can grow difficult to sift through the mist. Especially if it grows more obfuscated every time I look. Does it? It would appear I can’t remember.
Filar [5/13]
(From Sylveone46 and from O.R.I.G.I.N)
---
Hm. Perversion of life itself. Why it feels so familiar.
The appendages that form the Vessel's legs and arms split into two. Then another two. Then another two. Up until they're thin and sharp, like needles about to stab their target.
They promptly crack their neck at the Nekomancer, sprinting with tiny needles towards the rubble. Well well. Supporting your foe. They shall consider themselves lucky that I won't immediately attack them.
Back at the rubble, they merge the appendages into shovel-like hands, and start hurling the debris away from the trapped one... and straight into the Brick Phone.
"..."
Silence comes out, the many pebbles suddenly accelerating with the remaining needle-like appendages poking them like if they were hit with a cue and they were balls.
Straight into the phone with intent of destroying it with a barrage of rocky projectiles.
".t..."
They click, they hold out a spare hunk of metal... and they quickly inscribe a prayer to the Almighty to it with intention of helping the believer find their LORD. (+1 to O.R.I.G.I.N)
"tk...tk...tk..."
They click thrice, menacingly, as if to scare the rest of the undead away from the rubble.
With that... frankly disturbing technique, you remove some of the Rubble, and hurl it at the Brick Phone! 10% cleared! The Brick Phone takes 3,000 damage!
You attempt to scare the Undead.... but all you've done is alert them to its presence.
She narrows her lens with it flitting like some sort of metallic eyelash.
“A high horse is a great vantage point. I’m sure you’d know that quite well.”
She grasps it amidst her claws. It disappears in a flourish of dappled blues and grays, as if.. simply removed.
“Your cooperation has been accounted for. Consider yourself under my protection.”
She lazily lifts a hand, the air behind her shifting as a larger machine, built of dark grey, sharp plates, drops heavily beside her throne, kneeling, one fist to the ground, the other stiffly at its side. It’s offline.
The canister appear and cracks open over its shoulder, a very, very dim cyan light emerging from its frame. (Using the allied charge)
She nods towards the machine again, thick wires and cables snapping out from the thin air to connect with clicks and hisses to all parts of its body. It jolts slightly, charging further.
2/50 - Eschaton
She flicks her other hand towards the drone.. and it feels.. alive. Not in an energy sense, nor a literal one. It feels protected, safe, encouraged. Cyan strings, neither tangible nor perceivable, wrap around the drone for a moment, as if held in a helping hand.
The Mother’s will lies upon the drone, and such protection is reassuring indeed. ( +1 Charge back to @Robot # 207 :] )
Damage is done to the Godmodder, but truly, Who can be satisfied by a single damage, and What will they do after?
There now exists a Wall in the colosseum. It quite brings to mind a similarly-named individual; a foe to a peculiar arachnid-themed do-gooder. Memorable boasts to their name includes "NO ONE CAN STOP THE WALL!" and "HERE'S ONE WALL [SPIDERMAN]'LL NEVER CRAWL!" The first boast, of course, is disagreeable. Nothing is absolute, and the Wall will eventually be stopped. The second, well, they only claim it is Spiderman who will never crawl them.
Then, tell me, Who can crawl the Wall? As well, Who will eventually stop the Wall?
Of course, the Wall is not in this Colosseum. There is only a Wall. Now, tell me, Who will have honed their Wall-crawling skill and then be satisfied crawling over an inferior Wall? Who will gain gratification stopping the smaller Wall?
What is being charged? [3/10]
Who would dare share the same affiliation as the Machine? Who would dare gaze upon she who sits upon a hovering throne? Who would dare mistake a spear chucked at her to be a welcoming gift? (+1 to @Fluxxation)
"Full crowd today, huh? This is what I'm seeking, kinda. It's my first time making remixing for many instead to just myself. Hope to get some criticisms and praises for it, nothing too special."
TRANSITION TO CHARGES!/UNLEASH THE ACTION(S)!
"Now if you excuse me, I gotta wait for a delivery. I told them to follow where I went, and this seems to be the final stop for the package..." Up in the sky is a enormous container, held on by 8 flying drones (they are unrelated to the fabrication drone by the way, because ). In the center of the side facing up is a postman, who with the wave of a hand gives the command to drop the thing. Said postman leaps off first to the ground, landing in poise and getting the dj's signature, which was written as 'Candy Dandy.'
(NEEEEEEEOOOOoooow... SPLAT!) The box proceeds soon after somewhere in the enviroment, smashing a shamblers (or more if the guy dungeon mastering this game allows it) in the process. The postman is obviously horrified... at the fact the box didn't land with 'this side up's' arrow pointing the necessary direction. The delivery drones push it to the right direction, and thankfully nobody was hurt, except that unfortunate zombie(s?). With the job done, the drones coordinate to make a platform for the postman to sit on, and all nine go off to make another dispatch somewhere else.
"Ah, there's everything I need, right there." She spends the rest of the turn walking to the colossal parcel, and scratching up a free charge to anyone who can claim it. (2/80)
A shadow forms over the head of a Shambler. It holds up a sign. The sign says "SQDFGRHTY^MT%RFED", and then the Shambler is crushed. The postman, horrified over such a blatant display of poor shipping quality, gets the box tipped to be facing the right side up. Of course, in the process it flattens another 2 Shamblers, but accidents happen. He extends a heartfelt apology, and departs.
A vibrating sound can be heard. Almost like an "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA". Strange.
More strangely, it doesn't seem to be originating from any single point in space.
Or perhaps it is... just one that's higher. Whatever the case, it lends it a somewhat echoing effect.
Ah, the screaming's getting... closer? Even more curio- oh that's a lot of blood.
Ahem. For those of you unaware or staring in other directions, a mass of gore seems to have splattered itself onto a nearby pillar.
And oddly, it's reknitting itself as we speak. A blood elemental, perhaps?
"Aaaaah... ha... hahahahaha!" It takes on a somewhat-scarecrowish form, and continues (..?) laughing manically.
"I've just made the most incredible discovery! Did you know that some people... have more ontological weight?"
Another voice comes, also not originating from any single point in space. The echoing seems somewhat more... at home with them.
"Red Faith, what are you talking about? And... who are all these people? What- what happened here?"
The Sage of Red Faith continues talking, apparently deaf to his companion.
"You see, these people, in addition to having great reality-warping strength, are also unable to be defeated in one hit."
"It takes many different, unique powersets and people to defeat them, and even still it's a siege rather than a stomp."
"They're called Godmodders! And-" "Um. Do you see who you're standing next to?"
Red Faith rotates his 'eyes' in a full circle around his 'head', and stops abruptly upon seeing Zamiar.
"What luck! There's one right here! Pleased to meet you, whoever-you-are! I'm the Sage of Red Faith."
"And I'm going to build a Godmodder."
Absolute silence falls.
"...he's, um, exaggerating. (I hope.) It'll be versatile, able to counter somewhat, and potentially deal Godmodder damage... but it's not going to be a Godmodder."
"...you can call me Four, the Higher One! Not much higher, though. Heh."
[these brackets will contain all my OOC notes! bit different than what I used to do, but if we're putting charges in these...]
[anyways, my meeple are [N]. Attack them, help them, do whatever! Do talk to them, though.]
[Four's real name is the Four Dimensional Thing. Don't see any point in not mentioning that, y'all will figure that out in about two seconds.]
[It does give you an instant win condition against me, though. Please don't use it?]
[+1 to anyone who +1s me. Currently: "Anfini".]
[Foundation: 3/4] [CAPTAIN OF ALL SOULS: 0/4] +1 naturally, +1 from O.R.I.G.I.N., +1 from Anfini.
"Aha! I see, a rare technoflora of the species trappydoom clickything! I have no idea why that guy called them that."
"The obvious course of action in this case is- did you disassemble it already, Four?" There is a guilty-sounding unsound.
"Um. Well. Maybe it still works?" Red Faith presses it hopefully.
"There's always another secret."
[Oh, and my action. Didn't think I'd forget about that, did you?]
[...this is perhaps not the most clever way to hide it. Whatever! It's meant to be seen! By table, at least. But other people too!]
[stupid invisitext not existing on terrariaforums...]
[The point of a deterrent is that people will notice it, but I found this cool trick and I need to use it.]
Anyways, the Four Dimensional Thing shuffles around their internal workings in preparation.
If Zamiar, or one of his entities, or even one of the others, attacks them, the Higher One will make a quick judgement on who's actually at fault, coordinate, and strike.
(Zamiar specifically if it's one of his entities. And hopefully the attack's flavor is enough to at least stagger someone else.)
First, Red Faith will convert the target's blood to his own.
This renders it subject to his own internal authority, preventing any attempts to control it.
Plus, it lets Red Faith heat bits of the blood to plasma, and cool other parts to absolute zero. Fun!
(If it's a bloodless foe, Red Faith will use his own authority over blood (all, not his own specifically) to forcibly convert them into a biological organism. This will, of course, be painful.)
And Four won't be idle, either!
At the same time as Red Faith's assault, higher-dimensional homing missiles will already have arrived, detonating straight [above] and straight [below] (hyperdimensionally) the aggressor! This will be rather more dangerous than normal explosives. You need to set up your own 4D armor just to not have it pierce immediately to your vitals, and if you try to use the fact that 3D is [sharper] than 4D... well, that's only the edges, isn't it?
And these aren't just normal hyperdimensional missiles, either. The Four Dimensional Thing is all biotech, rendering Red Faith's blood authority completely applicable to them! These missiles drip with corrosive blood (which is the other counter for 3D sharpness), and their payload is of various splinters of 4D bone clipped into each other by an enemy reality-warper, ready to explode outwards as soon as their physics engine registers. Deals piercing damage, collision damage, and blast damage too, plus they're coated with corrosive blood because of course. Mere Blast Resistance isn't going to suffice against this thing. The biotech is also how their homing works (and it's advanced enough to work on robots, or clones, with a bit of sage advice.) Plus, regeneration!
...this attack shall have to do. Surprisingly difficult to do a Godmodder attack when your characters can only act physically.
(The Sage has some more tricks, though. And hopefully Four will too.)
Welcome to the game! As per your request, placing you in [N]
You casually(?) tell Zamiar about your plan to build a Godmodder. He laughs, but not in a mean way, more in a "that's the the funniest thing I've been told all week" way. "Well, if you're confident in building one, why not work for me!"
"Think about it! Fresh data whenever you need, I can almost certainly provide you with the resources required, and the presence of another Godmodder would all but guarantee victory. We'd be invincible! So what do you say? Care to join the right team?"
It's very concerning how he doesn't believe it to be an impossible task. I'll be so honest with you I didn't even see your Action I thought that was just your signature and didn't process it
Counter prepared! Zamiar doesn't seem inclined to fight you, at least not yet.
Wait wait wait. His name is Zamiar, not "Zalimar?" Wow. Would you believe me if I told you I totally misread that? I guess I need to install myself a new EyeOS. Any suggestions?
Berrun Prique has now been blessed with several more holes in his ugly face. Aaah. Sweet catharsis. I'm glad me and Zalimar can at least agree on one thing, because boy oh boy are we never coming to an understanding about this chucklehead's name.
"PRAISE!"
No, I don't think that's his name either.
[ACTION]
Despite his new- uh... "cosmetic surgery?" "Face piercings?" "Soup holes?" ...You know what, I'm just gonna call it how I see it. Despite the fact that his face is now more swiss cheese than it is smiling monk, Berrun pops to his feet, brushing off the marble dust of that wall he just exploded into.
"PRAISE THE LORD!" he exclaims, still not noticing that he should be DEAD. Like, REALLY DEAD. "I CAN FEEL IT WITH ME EVEN NOW!" You know, at this point, I'm not sure he's feeling anything other than the bullets in his brain. "!PRAISE IT!"
Berrun hefts his massive TV Remote over his shoulder and marches back into the battlefield. He looks at the zombies. Then he looks at Zalimar. Then he looks at- No. Nonono. NOOO! "!!PRAISE IT!!"
Somehow, Berrun Prique, in all of his negative perception, manages to notice the person stuck under the rubble. *sigh* I am not ready for this. He marches up to the broken patch of stone, swinging around his remote to ward off demons or something. IDK. He almost hits The Vessel up-side the head with it, but thankfully, THE LORD is merciful. It is too early for us to be starting any PVP.
"STOP!" Berrun shouts, leveling his TV Remote at the pile of rubble. "STRUGGLE NO MORE!! THE LORD HAS BLESSED ME WITH ITS DIVINE VISION, AND IT HAS SENT ME HERE TO SAVE YOU FROM YOUR PERILOUS STRIFE!!!" Every time he adds another exclamation mark to his sentence, I have to sell another 0.001 decibels of my voice to The DEV!L. When I started out, I thought that was a bargain. Now...
Like the true hero he isn't, Berrun strikes a pose, his brown robes licking at the wind. He starts screaming something totally incoherent. Well- more incoherent than usual, I mean. His thumb hovers dramatically over his remote's Big Red Button.
"!!THE LORD SHALL GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOU DESIRE!!"
Like a meteor falling upon an ancient world, Berrun's finger strikes the button and-
*click*
The rubble just... opens. Like- like a door. The rubble- it's flat now. Painted onto something?? I'm so lost. I thought Berrun was holding a TV Remote. This is clearly garage door opener behavior.
The rubble swings open on a pair of sparkling new hinges, hopefully releasing the person trapped within. Or- maybe not, because the first thing Berrun's gonna scream at them is "!!!PRAISE!!!"
[CHARGE]
PRAISE IT: [03/12] (+1 from Vella. (Translated, the inscription reads "I'm right here, dummy."))
A mysterious red button appears in Red Faith's charge pool. Will they press it? (+1 to @DragonAegis) ((DON'T DO IT!!))
I personally use the ALLSEEINGEYES of THEETERNALLAKE, but it's definitely not for everyone. I also misread Nyatailie's name and wrote it wrong, so hey! We're both blind.
Through the power of THE LORDS garage remote, you move the Rubble out of the way! Rubble 40% cleared!... wait, only 40?
Looking at how you moved it, you see that there is a hole in the ground, still filled in with miscellaneous rocks. The vague sounds of someone stuck seem louder, so they're under all that. Just how far did they get buried? And, perhaps more importantly, how did they survive it?
Nyatailie looks over the variety of undead arrayed before her. Admittedly she's rather jealous, her ability to summon things is... Lackluster at best. That said, you can't get better at something without practice.
Nyatailie swings her staff around, somehow bringing another Zombified Catgirl to the battlefield.
A young adult man appears, holding a sword. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Look... who... everyone we have here?"
"...Why am I so powerful? I don't know what to do with it!" He looks around some more... "Oh. This is just to spite me, isn't it? With his last dying breaths before I Shattered him, Supersequence must've sent me here. But he forgot one thing. I'm the main character. I'm incorruptible. What? What is that word? Was that autocorrect? I can do that? Wow! Now I can say incorruptible! I don't even know what that word means, but I can say it! Wow!" He starts getting excited... And then he sees the zombies. "DIE, UNDEAD FIENDS!" He looks at one while unsheathing his sword, aiming to kill the second most evil person in the arena, and then when he sheathes it again...
He realizes that he's the second most evil person in the arena.
Turning around, he perfect parries the attack he made against himself, only to strike himself with the counterattack.
A drop of blood drips down his cheek, flowing from the thin wound he made across the side of his head. "Am I... bleeding?" ...No I'm not.
[AG]
(EDIT 3: )
(That was a typo; I meant to say second most evil. I doubt anyone here is more evil than Xal.)
(EDIT 4: Now that I think about it, I should probably also talk about how evil the Shatterer is.)
(First, he constantly gets drunk and does bad things when drunk.)
(Second, he’s paranoid and kills anyone who he thinks has wronged him. For instance, one kingdom he arrived in was ruled by an evil king, and infiltrated by demon spies, so he killed every last villager for fear of one of them being a spy.)
(Third, and worst, he refuses to let anyone else be the hero. Most notably, his friend was developing a weapon with which to defeat Supersequence. The Shatterer killed him when he tried to use it, and then when his friend warned him not to Shatter Supersequence, he did so anyways out of spite.)
(Fourth, he’s blasphemous; he believes himself to be, as the main protagonist, perfect in every way.)
(Fifth; Anyone more evil than him here is probably tied with Xal for most evil person here.)
Welcome back to the game. As per your request, marking you as [AG]
You attack yourself! @Green_Metagnight If you fail to counter, you will be weakened next turn! Attack countered! You land the counterattack! Your next Action will be slightly weakened!
Zamiar watches this, and is quite confused. "Wait, you're the second most evil one here? Then why are you fighting me?! Get over here!"
Before you realize, Zamiar is next to you, one arm thrown around you like you're an old friend of his. "Picture this. You work for me. Make horrible schemes that inevitably get me in danger. Tell me every lie in the book. Plot to betray me at every moment but never get caught because 'it could never be him! He's the most loyal one out of you all!', even as you hold a dagger to my throat. Doesn't that sound fun?"
"Do your best, you might even become the most evil person here!... besides me, of course. I believe I am above such a scale."
The Fabrication Drone processes this new sensation... it attempts to comprehend it, the closest input it has to compare with this is... [Sector Clear, Base is Secured].
Despite the Fact that the Base is not Secure, it is currently under attack in fact.
But it still feels this way, it responds to Her, though in a way that might be unexpected.
It Speaks to Her with beeps, boops and some electronic noises, She understands this message to be conveying gratitude.
It then floats up to try and see what's happening to the wall, and what enemies are besieging it, using those delivery drones as cover to stay unseen.
After Scouting it then floats back down, without any visible propulsion on the outside, it questions why the enemy undead don't just walk past the wall, but since they currently aren't doing so it won't be completing the fort, it instead moves back close to where She is and once more the Hologram indicating its Building appears.
A Repeat of the last turn results in a Mortar Turret, the Fabrication Drone attempts to use its gathered scouting data to assist in this first shot, once that one is done, then the turret can simply adjust its aim using the previous shot as a basis.
[Attack Drone Factory 2/4] +1 from Machine Lady in the form of... Security.
Processing the positive output from its previous target, the Drone continues this course.
+1 to @Fluxxation in the form of the Drone carrying another Power Cell, this time it knows what the previous one was used for, so it floats to the Giant Machine, carrying a power cell with an obvious attachment at one end, it seems to be searching for a proper charging port, or a Reactor Input if one were less cautious.
A generic placeholder appears on top of one of the coluseum walls Choose faction ([A]nti [G]odmodder, [N]eutral, or [P]ro [G]odmodder)
>[N], the character concept doesn't allow anything else to make sense
Faction selected: please create a character
>Load from file, NotJoe. Error: File contains multiple characters. Please choose one to play
>All of them
The themes and power levels of the characters are incompatible, playing them at the same time would likely lead to glitches
>alternate between them
Interesting solution; Very well.
Initiating characters
the placeholder transforms into a young lady, >Enter Name
you already Have a Name you Dolt.
>Introduce yourself.
Your name is VIOLET CLOROPHYL, it just so happens that today the 15 of september 2025, the day that you have decided to explore a foregin land, and have seemingly stumbled on some kind of SKIRMISH is also your birthday, though it was 19 years ago you were given life it is only today you may have to allocate your strife specibus.
>Okay what about your interests.
Oh yeah you got a bit caught up in the current moment there.
You have allweays been a fan of BOTANY, Both in terms of growing FRUIT and vegies, as well as Flowers.
Your favorite fruit is the GRAPEFRUIT, because it's tasty and also cool, and your favorite flower is, Well the VIOLET of course.
You also practice MARTIAL ARTS, because it's fun and healthy.
Your Chumhandle is [PercivedBotanist]
>Be somone else for now, we can continue your introduction later.
you are nIn the blink of an eye the girl is replaced by Ronald McDonald, who jumps down from the coluseum walls. He lands next to Zaimar and say Ah hello Sir, You must be this Godmodder fellow I have heard so much about. Well I have a challenge for you. If yo can eat all this, at this point he snaps his finger and a gigant table with hundreds of burgers, packs of fries, boxes of chicken MCnuggets and sodas (thats hundreds of each of those things individually) on it appears next to him, within an amount of minutes equal to the highest amount of chicken nuggets it is mathematically impossible to order at our restaurants**. you canget a 50% discount on all menu items at all McDonalds for life. So you up for the Challenge? Regardless of if Zaimar accepts the challenge or not, after the time he would be given is up, McDonald is replaced by, Paper Daisy View attachment 513139
who looks around the area and is then replaced by....
a generic placeholder. Error: Velvet.CHR still initializing, please wait*** Error: Randomizer not found generating deterministic time share*
(the action done by McDonald is an atempt to change zaimars health, it doesn't matter wether up or down)
1/??? VariableEntity.CHR
+1 to whoever gets this reference "Posters tire-swing wagon candle camper sofa fork rubber-band" in form of all that and a bag of chips. (yes, it is a reference to something)
**yes there is such an amount.
*well it turns out this website does the weird thing of not having a dice rolling function
***my fourth character will be introduced next turn
Welcome to the game! As per your request, placing you in [N]
You propose your challenge to Zamiar! He looks at the buffet placed before him, then back at you. "I'm afraid I must personally decline. I am on a strict diet, you see. I do have a friend, however, who would love to take you up on your offer."
His armor grows a maw on the front of the chestplate, before it begins to eat the entirety of the feast, table included, like a particularly long piece of spaghetti. The maw smiles, before returning back to being a regular chestplate. "So do I still get the discount?"
The star grows brighter, and closer, and then makes it clear-it is not a star at all, but a sphere of metal, and much smaller and closer than what it had been mistaken for. With a mighty CRASH, the ball hits the earth. "Anfini" walks up to it and crouches next to it, concern spreading across her face.
Not in the best condition, are you?
She delivers a sharp tap to the rim, and four pointed legs force themselves out of discreet holes. A single, long, bending arm jerks out from the top with a shower of sparks.
...I'll just have to make do.
Sampling Machine ["Anfini" - AG]:
3 Charge into HP. Has significantly higher max HP than starting HP.
3 Charge into Attack, which the Sample Machine does by removing part of its enemies for study. Has 5,000 Attack but 25% chance for attack to fail.
Action: "Anfini" extends a hand, and a ray of light hits Zamiar's armour!
That plating of yours appears nigh-impenetrable...but I wonder if that could be a weakness as well as a strength.
As she speaks, the Godmodder notices his armour staring to feel somewhat...tight. As the strain becomes increasingly unpleasant, he realises "Anfini"'s meaning; she's shrinking his armour, and it's about to crush him! Pain flares up in his extremities...
The question, Zamiar, is this. Will your armour give, or will you?
She looks on pitilessly, waiting for her answer to make itself clear.
Zamiar's armor begins to shrink, slowly but surely constricting him. Sadly, though, it hasn't seemed to start affecting his lungs just yet. "Ooohhh, now this is something new. Clever, I must admit. You've got a knack for this. But unfortunately..."
Zamiar suddenly starts bulking up, pushing back against the crushing force with growing muscle! He winks at you, his mask for some reason having a blinking light to let him do that. "I'm just better."
By the time his armor stops shrinking, Zamiar is several feet taller, and far more muscular than he was. "Never liked this look. Always gave people the wrong impression."
Zamiar lets out a deep exhale, and goes back to his normal size. His armor makes a sound not unlike a rubber-band being used as a projectile as it snaps to fit him properly.
A tremor resounds through the coliseum. The soundwaves converge into a form, twisting and turning at every angle. To see them is a miracle already.
The soundwaves disperse for a brief moment, whispering in the mind of the Godmodder.
Hello. You likely sensed my presence. Hold no worries, I come as ally. In fact, I wish to work under you, a humble apprentice. My name is Echo, or perhaps Belle. Yours is Zamiar, am I correct? Normally, I wouldn't ask for confirmation. However, your mind seems to be one near completely inscrutiable. How queer.
They stand by Zamiar, eagerly awaiting instruction.
Welcome to the game! As per your request, placing you as [PG]
"Hmmm. Echo, yes? See if you can't find anyone to fight."
"After all, we have an army here, and yet none to use it on! It's a travesty, and the history books shall write of it on the same page as the End of Lemon-Lime."
"Do you want to be on the same page as the End of Lemon-Lime? I expect not."
The Sampling Machine aims to take a piece from a Rotten, and connects, killing it!
The Mortar Turret, helped by the Fabrication Drone, bombs the Zombified Catgirls! Both take 500 damage!
The Zombified Catgirls return fire, dealing 600 damage to the Mortar Turret!
...The Shambler crashes down on the remaining Rotten, and both are killed!
Zamiar walks over to the Zombified Catgirls, and whispers something to them. You don't know what it was he said, but something about them changed. Their claws seem a lot sharper. Their skin seems almost bulletproof. "You keep tearing through my army before they can even do anything. At least these two have made progress."
The Aura of Undead raises more troops....
Undead: Abilities that trigger upon an Entities death or by killing an Entity do not trigger.
GOALS: [AG]: Defeat Zamiar! [N]: Achieve your own desires! [PG]: Assist Zamiar!
TERRAIN: AuraOfUndead
-The earth reeks of necromatic energies. Every turn, summons an arbitrary amount of Undead creatures. The power of these creatures increases the longer this Terrain lasts!
-Given form by the Brick Phone. Disappears when it dies.
BATTLEFIELD:
Zamiar [GM]: 19/20 HP, Godmodder
ENTITIES:
Mortar Turret [Drone-AG]: 400/1000 HP, 500 Attack, Bombard: Attacks hit every instance of targeted Entity.
Sampling Machine ["Anfini"-AG]: 8000/25,000 HP, 5000 Attack, 75% Accuracy.
Welcome back to the game. As per your request, marking you as [AG]
You attack yourself! @Green_Metagnight If you fail to counter, you will be weakened next turn! Attack countered! You land the counterattack! Your next Action will be slightly weakened!
Zamiar watches this, and is quite confused. "Wait, you're the second most evil one here? Then why are you fighting me?! Get over here!"
Before you realize, Zamiar is next to you, one arm thrown around you like you're an old friend of his. "Picture this. You work for me. Make horrible schemes that inevitably get me in danger. Tell me every lie in the book. Plot to betray me at every moment but never get caught because 'it could never be him! He's the most loyal one out of you all!', even as you hold a dagger to my throat. Doesn't that sound fun?"
"Do your best, you might even become the most evil person here!... besides me, of course. I believe I am above such a scale."
Undead: Abilities that trigger upon an Entities death or by killing an Entity do not trigger.
GOALS: [AG]: Defeat Zamiar! [N]: Achieve your own desires! [PG]: Assist Zamiar!
TERRAIN: AuraOfUndead
-The earth reeks of necromatic energies. Every turn, summons an arbitrary amount of Undead creatures. The power of these creatures increases the longer this Terrain lasts!
-Given form by the Brick Phone. Disappears when it dies.
BATTLEFIELD:
Zamiar [GM]: 19/20 HP, Godmodder
ENTITIES:
Mortar Turret [Drone-AG]: 400/1000 HP, 500 Attack, Bombard: Attacks hit every instance of targeted Entity.
Sampling Machine ["Anfini"-AG]: 8000/25,000 HP, 5000 Attack, 75% Accuracy.
"Idiot. I'm the main character. Your lies can't trick me, Godmodder. I'll never fall for your tricks; there are too many people counting on me!" He spins around, swinging his sword at Zamiar in an attempt to Shatter him and banish the pieces of him to random other dimensions which are difficult to escape.
The Vessel notices. It had always noticed the scummy tactic of getting reinforcements from the tough phone.
"Kamiń-kamiń- sł-b."
Thus, it picks the brickphone up, its shovel-appendages slowly rending its surface.
"Pwdz.... kt-gn-d-mcz-mcz."
With a raspy voice, it then sends the phone to its shadow realm. A realm of regret. A realm of abandon. Their personal hell.
The faces slowly lean to the phone. All, featureless. All, unable to speak. All, telling the fate of the phone. It'll be forgotten. It will not have a legacy. One day, it will go defunct and Zamiar won't shed a tear about it. "You will cease to exist and all will go on without you. How do I know? Personal abandon. Like new, shining toy, you willbe toyed with until they get bored of you and discard YOU!"
Vessel rends more of the surface of the phone as they continue telling the truth. "Brick to clay, clay to mud, mud to soil, soil to dust, dust to ashes. And then, ashes to nothingness. Nothing. Nada. And now. You will have to obey this natural order."
The 'realm' implodes. What happens in reality was the Vessel snapping their 'fingers'-
wait, how did they form new fingers out of nowhere?
On the other... set of appendages, the phone appears to be fine, only for it to crumble into dust upon the wind making contact with it.
Then it screeches, louder than it was before, a sign of their victory.
The Vessel then detaches a part of its 'finger', transmutes it into gold and inscribes a +1 on it, before giving it to the DJ for their services. [+1 to @ANDDIIIIIIIIIIIEWITHA:} ]
The arrival of a newcomer is shortly made apparent as something propels itself towards Zamiar. It looks to be an umbrella?
"Maybe I should have arrived a bit sooner, nevermind that. Greetings over there, I think you know the drill by now, i'm someone seeking to defeat you." The newcomer says with crossed arms, paying attention to the countless others in the area.
"As for these guys, they have their own goals, some might align with mine and some might clash, i'm not associated with them." He slowly steps forward, preparing to adapt to the battle.
"And what shall you call me? Well honestly I haven't really came up with an alias, so just come up with any placeholder name you got, I suppose." He shrugs, watching the umbrella propel forward towards Zamiar, there appears to be a sharp end on the umbrella.
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