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.
She snaps her hand towards it, and it dissolves, energy weaving in strands that flit to fill the machine's dull frame.
ESCHATON: 5/200
"Your aid is noticed, though I have to divert help to my.. other.. benefact-"
ZET AND ALAPHET 5/5
(Confirmed already with table!)
Two machines tumble down from thin air, slamming into the larger, kneeling machine, fully sapping its energy as they land on the ground.
As they slowly boot up, one stands triumphantly, raising long, thick arms, three fingered claws curling around burning palms....
The other sits on some rubble, wide lens spinning a bit, as if dizzy.
"FRET NOT, MS. XAL-"
"Does the word covert mean nothing to you, Alaphet?"
The larger machine pauses, tilting his head as his three lenses narrow in confusion.
"NO."
"Xal" does not look pleased.
"I did not summon for you."
"BUT YOU SAID AID-"
"I was not referring to yours."
" . . . "
"..."
The bigger machine strikes a combat pose.
"I SHALL FIGHT FOR YOUR HONOR, LADY XA-"
"UHM."
"THE MOTHER. MOTHER? MOTHER."
Both machines stare over in annoyance.
"Idiot." "Dumbass."
_______________________________
She opts to begin charging the large machine once more, sighing again as she slumps forwards.
ESCHATON: 1/200
With debts to repay, she starts by offering a raised hand towards Whomsoever it was that launched the spear, repaying their pointed kindness with a sharp blast of almost-electricity from her fingertips. It's silent, though as it connects with their form, or perhaps, lack thereof, they can't help but feel a surge of raw, tangible power. (+1 Charge to @Krill13 !)
Nyatailie hums in thought overlooking the upgraded catgirls. Certainly, they were effective for her purposes; menial labour, cheap frontline fighters, and throwing banger parties.
But Nyatailie lacks... Variety, yes. Certainly throwing another into the fray would work but they're rather lacking without Zamiar's direct enhancement.
"Pwactice and wefinement. They say thwee's a cwowd, wet's make it a pawty!"
Another undead Catgirl is called to the fray, but this one is a little different. Armed with glow sticks and a similarly glowing weapon, the Raving Rascal rushes into the fray.
As for the empowered duo, Nyatailie leans over to them;
"Hey, mew tuwu see those guys ovew thewe? Give them a good thwack!"
Command given, the Zombified Catgirls attempt to attack some of the AG players, if for no other reason than to see if they can actually slow them down.
[ This Charge Isn't Even Real: 6/14] (+1 from... Somebody.) (+1 from Molly) (+1 from Red Faith)
+1 to @DragonAegis in the form of a vial of necroenzyne.
"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.
Red Faith presses The Red Button without any desire but hope. The Button gives a *click*. Nothing happens. Hope is not a thing that can be given. Once you have received your hope, there is nothing left of it to hope for.
As the "trappydoom clickything" springs back up, Red Faith feels ITS red face watching him, daring him to press IT again. Does he hope THE BIG RED BUTTON will work this time? In the name of THE LORD, It remain.
[ACTION]
"!PR-!! PRAISE!" Berrun gasps. Despite lifting only a single finger to dig that 40% of a hole in the rubble, the ragged monk looks exhausted. He leans on his giant TV Remote, huffing to catch his breath.
Seriously, I don't get this guy. He can take I-Don't-Even-Know-How-Many shots to the head, but he can't last long enough to dig a simple hole? This is the exact opposite of survival-game protagonist behavior. But hey! Maybe the blood loss is finally getting to him!!
Yet Berrun isn't bleeding. Not from the sweat on his brow. Not from the holes in his head. No sanguine ichor drips from his wounds. When the flesh recedes, what rises from it is-
Berrun Prique collapses, falling face-first into the hole of splintered debris. His body goes still. His chest doesn't rise. A weight bears down on him, pressing him into the shape of...
"Me." Berrun's voice squeaks, grinning into the earth. Like a lever, he rights himself, heels planted in place. His eyes- No. ITS eye stares down at the rubble, tittering to ITSELF. "Another durable one, I see."
On balancing strings, THE LORD leans back down into the hole, illuminating the crevice in a phosphorescent red shadow. THAT WHICH GIVES stretches out ITS single arm, reaching into the rubble. Even in the cover of skin, ITS grasp is beyond this realm. ITS fingers touch the stone and pass through it, effortlessly unabated. ITS limb continues to trickle, stretching through the mortal plane.
IT comes from the land of aged dairy and processed meats. No wait is too long. No form is immutable.
THE LORD reaches out to the stranger buried beneath the stone. As IT finds them, ITS hand becomes a thing of this realm once more. A shiny red button glimmers on ITS palm, beckoning to the buried victim in words without sound. "Take my hand. Ascend." Suffocating below, they want nothing more than to escape. The stranger's grip presses down on the button, and IT GIVES ALL THAT THEY DESIRE.
[CHARGE]
PRAISE IT: [04/12]
A red light glimmers in The Guardian's face of stars. (+1 to @Orchamut)
With debts to repay, she starts by offering a raised hand towards Whomsoever it was that launched the spear, repaying their pointed kindness with a sharp blast of almost-electricity from her fingertips. It's silent, though as it connects with their form, or perhaps, lack thereof, they can't help but feel a surge of raw, tangible power. (+1 Charge to @Krill13 !)
But Where shall the electricity course? What is there to accept the power? Who will be grateful for such an act?
The Rubble is put into focus. What lies within? Who is trapped beneath? When were they buried?
...
Rumbling is felt... something seems to be rising up from it, but What? What incredible force is being exerted from beneath? Who is making what seems to be a forceful ascent?
What is being charged? [5/10]
...Who gave the hyperactive catgirl a 10x10x10 rubix cube? (+1 to @Sylveone46)
The Star Wars Droid Speak that emits from the Drone says something interpretable as an acknowledgement followed up by it turning to pitch Up and then pitching Down.
The Fabrication Drone notes the wall mysteriously falling over, it decides to just replace it with a new defensive wall, this one covers 3 sides and has a small open space at the back, meaning that if the undead wanted to get past they would have to walk all the way around, or just break it down again.
[Attack Drone Factory 4/4]
The Fabrication Drone now has enough stored power, it uses the small amount of space it left inside the Defensive Wall to place the attack Drone Factory next to the Mortar Turret
Once again, a Hologram of the intended structure appears, but this one is a bit bigger than everything else, or maybe the term is more solid?
Either way, the Attack Drone Factory is fabricated, it has HP and it creates Attack Drones, you might expect it to be fragile, but no it's as durable as it needs to be to support its assembly line (Balanced Building ability and HP)
The Attack Drones are fairly simple designs, consisting of a body that uses Tank Tracks supporting a Turret wielding a Minigun styled Rotary Machinegun.
The Fabrication Drone Finally designates the largest group as targets for the Mortar.
Then it spots the Guardian, carving something...
The Drone floats closer to try and see what is being created, perhaps it could find something to mimic for its next factory
[searching for potential designs... 1/?]
+1 to @Orchamut in the form of a Floating Angular Fabrication Drone quietly watching The guardian carve its effigy
She needs to get used to every feeling of this ever, still.
Molly clasps her hands together, knowing at least.. a little bit of what to do maybe, here. She still has her soul stone, she still has.. all of her capabilities, it'll be easy! It'll be fine! It's.. it's just another combat. It's a combat she'll be used to in just a couple turns.
she still hates that that's a statement she says now.
[ EPITHET: RETEACH ]
Molly ends up in a thrown about teacher's uniform suddenly, slacks and a button up and everything, though her bear hoodie remains. "Alright, class - we're learning about the war on Drugs! And also, what's the right side!"
Screw it, she doesn't know anything about this stuff, but a couple of this she can probably just, make up on the spot! She snatches up the skeleton and Shambler into this, forcing them into a long-winded lesson that shows what's the right side for a Drug War - which is, probably what this is now to them! Because her epithet is rewiring their mind and Wow she doesn't like that thought but if it WORKS!!
Those two are switching sides, being converted into intense anti-drug beings!!
"man i'm really rusty at this,,"
[ Augment: 2 / 50 ]
Her epithet power shoots out - it's straight into the Catgirl! ( +1 to @Sylveone46 )
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."
"Anfini" remains totally undisturbed by the failure of her assault. She smiles as she observes Zamiar's counter.
Very good, very good! You're an excellent test subject.
She paces forward, her right hand swiping in front of her- drawing a bow over a violin of air. Reality shudders at the gesture. Across the battlefield is heard a roaring echo of the music of the spheres.
...But that is all you are.
She draws her invisible bow across the sky again. The music roars once more. In it, Zamiar hears the infinity of the universe. He hears the totality and grandeur of Creation. He hears how he is but a tiny, grey speck of dust on the tapestry of reality.
Hear, and know you are no god. This world is too great to be caged by petty divinity.
She calls the music further, bringing it to a stunning crescendo. The weight of infinity crashes on Zamiar, bearing down behind behind every beautiful, terrible note. It is a wonder few can bear. The other fighters should feel lucky that this is the Godmodder's private concert.
Hear, and know your power is thin, and futile. That it will wear away on eternity's tide.
And the absolute concert reaches its destined peak.
And something comes to "Anfini"'s hand then, something with all the fire and the fury and the force of cosmos.
And she draws it back-
Hear, and know your doom.
RIGHT HAND OF FATE - ETERNITY'S TIDE
And the Godmodder, crushed by the weight of futility, can do nothing.
And the tide rushes forth, with infinite force and unending power.
And Zamiar is worn away.
As the tides of eternity grind Zamiar to dust, "Anfini" turns to more pressing matters.
"Anfini" accidentally drops a large, conspicuous pile of money labelled "DEFINITELY NOT A BRIBE TO JOIN THE AGS" at the Higher One's foot-analogues. (+1 to @DragonAegis)
The Sampling Machine extracts samples from the group of Rotten, if they are attackable collectively, or the skeleton if not.
the "+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)" offer from last turn still applies, it will apply until somebody sucesfully claims it.
Hint: the source matterial can be found on YouTube.
(why do I only have 8 fonts to playu with?, stupid site.)
(I forgot to write down what fonts I use for each thing)
Velvet.CHR fully loaded.
the placeholder is replaced by Nothing a door made of blue light Meanwhile, last turn.
No but your armor friend does ,He says, in a completely serious tone.
Even meanwhileer, in the present.* A girl with spotless skin, silvery hair (not just gray, the color of real silver) styled in a long, conserningly whip like ponytail, and golden glowing eyes (again the color of real gold, not just yellow), who is wearing a Velvet Blue Kimono with images of crossed swords on it appears where the placeholder just was strides onto the field through the blue door that just replaced the placeolder.
She jumps into the air and lands in a flashy pose, Zamiar she shoutsays, I have heard tales of your power, you are supposedly one of the only people who could even stand a chance against one of my kind, and one can only spar with their own siblings so much before it gets boring. she delivers a punch in zamiars general direction, So lets put that power to the test, Shall we? REVERSE GROUND SLAM! as she shouts last part, she grabs the ground and jumps, pulling the entire planet up with her, and slamming it into Zaimar. to follow this up she grabs a rock, throws it into the air, and runs straight up the coluseum wall. jumps of it, doing a flip in the process, and yells METEORIC WHIPLASH!! As she yells this her flip results in her ponytail hitting the rock, with a force of [intiger overflow error] PSI, sending it crashing down towards zamiar at imposibly high speed while also launchimg herself further into the sky.
From her newly elevated position she Performs the "Ultimate Swallow Dive of Doom" which is essentialy a dive kick, except enhanced with the power of explosives propultion from her hands. of course Zamair would see this move coming and dodge. What he might not expect is for the force to be so strong that she passes straight through the ground, leaving a hole in her wake, only to come back up from underground right where he is standing with an unanounced uppercut, AFTER which she says "Sneak attack;-)"
+1 to Zaimar in the form of a an email from a mathematically impossible IP adress (it contains theta prime as one of its parts for one) reading "Greetings from the Velvet Room it appears Zynthia, one of our attendants, has taken an interest in you, We apologize profusely for her behavior, she isn't one who is easily disuaded."
aparently the trick to make quotes in a post stay when the post is quoted doesn't work on this site
VioletMcpapervelvet is the best name
*that really doesn't work that well in a place where the present is a meaningful concept, huh
(yes the vevet room is why she's Velvet.CHR)
"No problem, sir! I'm just happy the box arrived." Dj C.D. rubs her hands in glee, for It's time to open it. But there is one problem, and it's the fact she forgot a box knife. "Oh... Wait..." She thinks about how to deal with this, scratching her- wait a minute, she could use her head! Does she have to though, in fear of judgement? Well as long as nobody stares...
Before anyone could see what was inside the mask, a finger is handed to the D.J. What a good coincidence. "I appriciate it!" Sharpnening the nail with one of her records, it glides along the tape with relative ease. (4/80)
"You have my thanks, and this!" With that in mind, she scratches up a new charge, but this time the music note is plated upon her other vinyl weapon and tossed towards the Vessel. As the two things reach them, the charge is given, and the disc shield floats behind. (You can hand it to a friend or summon to tank one attack for them, absorbing all damage before it retreats back. Once activated, it has just 1 hp though, so use it carefully!) "No worries, I can fix it up should it be damaged, though it will take a while."
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.
"Hm... tempting... but I'm not going to build just one, you know. This is a testing ground, the seed for a new paradigm of soldiers!
"Having the direct help of a Godmodder would make it just too easy, and it wouldn't be replicable."
"But perhaps a lesser deal can be m-"
"Hold on a second, Mister Zamiar!"
"I have some important questions! What are your goals? Are you going to permanently kill people? Are you conquering anywhere with people?"
Red Faith gets a slightly annoyed look, which fades.
"Anfini" accidentally drops a large, conspicuous pile of money labelled "DEFINITELY NOT A BRIBE TO JOIN THE AGS" at the Higher One's foot-analogues. (+1 to @DragonAegis)
Red Faith stares at the money for a few moments ("I won't fall to bribes, I won't fall to bribes... ugh fine") before snatching it up with a sigh. "You've successfully ensnared me in a psychological trick! Now I have no choice but to reciprocate! But I can choose how." Red Faith leans over to "Anfini", and whispers a secret.
"armor is good"
[Not reallllly sure how to handle multiple people +1ing me when I have this trade active, so I'll just keep a debt ledger for now.]
Red Faith gets back to staring at the field. Someone variable, someone two-faced, someone chaotic, someone Who may not exist, someone who's doing meta shenanigans, someone who is- "Hey." -currently only distinguished by being- "Red Faith?" -an umbrell- "What."
"That's a child." Red Faith harrumphs. "Yeah, you think that matters? She could have any Icon! All at once! Just because she's small-" "-and is either was recently using that backpack, and in a part of life with stickers and pins, or isn't used to warfare, or is cosplaying-" "-doesn't mean she couldn't have the memories of her ancesto- oh. Good point."
Red Faith shuffles around awkwardly.
"Also, remember I can see internal monologues." "I always forget about that ability. Such a blessing when I do, it's so annoying."
Red Faith waves nebulously in Molly's direction. "Go and talk. You'll handle this better than me."
He sighs. "I learned that a long time ago." "..."
@MzFuchsia A voice comes from no specific location. "Hey! What brings you here? Why do you look like a child? What powers do you- oh, anything related to a word. Are you willing to help make an afterlife for this area?"
[+1 to anyone who +1s me. Currently: @Sylveone46 ]
[Debt: 1 CP, to "Anfini"]
[Foundational Reinforcement: 6/10] [CAPTAIN OF ALL SOULS: 0/4] +1 naturally, +1 from Sylveone, +1 from Anfini.
"There's always another secret."
[Alas, there is no longer any point in doing this. One last time, because it's on-theme for my action.]
The pile of rubble disappears. Not the one that someone's trapped under- the various rubble strewn across the ground.
The rubble that got shoveled. The rubble that got opened. The rubble that someone used to be trapped under but got pushed away already.
It disappears, and no one notices. It had already disappeared from the story, after all. It is important no longer.
Except to Four.
[Preparing an HP base for an entity, mayyyyyybe made cheaper by the rubble being something that already exists/a byproduct of another's action.]
[Not actually summoning anything yet, though.]
Red Faith presses The Red Button without any desire but hope. The Button gives a *click*. Nothing happens. Hope is not a thing that can be given. Once you have received your hope, there is nothing left of it to hope for.
As the "trappydoom clickything" springs back up, Red Faith feels ITS red face watching him, daring him to press IT again. Does he hope THE BIG RED BUTTON will work this time? In the name of THE LORD, It remain.
"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.
You try and stab Zamiar... he just grabs the blade. He also gives you a look. "Trick? TRICK?! Ha! Buddy, tricking someone is the last thing I'd do. The greatest trick of them all is telling the truth, as they say."
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:} ]
You tell the Brick Phone all about how pointless its struggle is against entropy... I'm not sure why, because it is a phone and very much not alive, but you do!
Oh, it was to distract me, clever. The Brick Phone has suffered from a sudden lack of integrity! It takes 3,000 damage and loses its Armor!
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.
Welcome to the game! Assuming you to be [N], please correct me if this is wrong.
An umbrella flies out at Zamiar! Thinking quickly, he draws his own umbrella and parries it! The umbrella gently floats back into your hands. "I do appreciate the gift, but I am afraid I already own one. Even if it is a tad cursed."
Zamiar holds the umbrella over his head, and a thunderstorm rolls in from seemingly nowhere, striking him with lightning. He puts the umbrella away, and the storm fades just as fast. "I think I'll call you.... Minion! And as you are my Minion, I hereby order you to go deal with those machines."
She opts to begin charging the large machine once more, sighing again as she slumps forwards.
ESCHATON: 1/200
With debts to repay, she starts by offering a raised hand towards Whomsoever it was that launched the spear, repaying their pointed kindness with a sharp blast of almost-electricity from her fingertips. It's silent, though as it connects with their form, or perhaps, lack thereof, they can't help but feel a surge of raw, tangible power. (+1 Charge to @Krill13 !)
Nyatailie hums in thought overlooking the upgraded catgirls. Certainly, they were effective for her purposes; menial labour, cheap frontline fighters, and throwing banger parties.
But Nyatailie lacks... Variety, yes. Certainly throwing another into the fray would work but they're rather lacking without Zamiar's direct enhancement.
"Pwactice and wefinement. They say thwee's a cwowd, wet's make it a pawty!"
Another undead Catgirl is called to the fray, but this one is a little different. Armed with glow sticks and a similarly glowing weapon, the Raving Rascal rushes into the fray.
As for the empowered duo, Nyatailie leans over to them;
"Hey, mew tuwu see those guys ovew thewe? Give them a good thwack!"
Command given, the Zombified Catgirls attempt to attack some of the AG players, if for no other reason than to see if they can actually slow them down.
[ This Charge Isn't Even Real: 6/14] (+1 from... Somebody.) (+1 from Molly) (+1 from Red Faith)
+1 to @DragonAegis in the form of a vial of necroenzyne.
Red Faith presses The Red Button without any desire but hope. The Button gives a *click*. Nothing happens. Hope is not a thing that can be given. Once you have received your hope, there is nothing left of it to hope for.
As the "trappydoom clickything" springs back up, Red Faith feels ITS red face watching him, daring him to press IT again. Does he hope THE BIG RED BUTTON will work this time? In the name of THE LORD, It remain.
[ACTION]
"!PR-!! PRAISE!" Berrun gasps. Despite lifting only a single finger to dig that 40% of a hole in the rubble, the ragged monk looks exhausted. He leans on his giant TV Remote, huffing to catch his breath.
Seriously, I don't get this guy. He can take I-Don't-Even-Know-How-Many shots to the head, but he can't last long enough to dig a simple hole? This is the exact opposite of survival-game protagonist behavior. But hey! Maybe the blood loss is finally getting to him!!
Yet Berrun isn't bleeding. Not from the sweat on his brow. Not from the holes in his head. No sanguine ichor drips from his wounds. When the flesh recedes, what rises from it is-
Berrun Prique collapses, falling face-first into the hole of splintered debris. His body goes still. His chest doesn't rise. A weight bears down on him, pressing him into the shape of...
"Me." Berrun's voice squeaks, grinning into the earth. Like a lever, he rights himself, heels planted in place. His eyes- No. ITS eye stares down at the rubble, tittering to ITSELF. "Another durable one, I see."
On balancing strings, THE LORD leans back down into the hole, illuminating the crevice in a phosphorescent red shadow. THAT WHICH GIVES stretches out ITS single arm, reaching into the rubble. Even in the cover of skin, ITS grasp is beyond this realm. ITS fingers touch the stone and pass through it, effortlessly unabated. ITS limb continues to trickle, stretching through the mortal plane.
IT comes from the land of aged dairy and processed meats. No wait is too long. No form is immutable.
THE LORD reaches out to the stranger buried beneath the stone. As IT finds them, ITS hand becomes a thing of this realm once more. A shiny red button glimmers on ITS palm, beckoning to the buried victim in words without sound. "Take my hand. Ascend." Suffocating below, they want nothing more than to escape. The stranger's grip presses down on the button, and IT GIVES ALL THAT THEY DESIRE.
[CHARGE]
PRAISE IT: [04/12]
A red light glimmers in The Guardian's face of stars. (+1 to @Orchamut)
IT offers ITS hand to the one stuck below. They press the button (although you note an odd difficulty in actually making the button go down)... and they are out.
You don't see anyone, though. You know they are, so where would they be?
...They then turn sideways, and you can see them. A perfectly black, 2 dimensional figure looks at you, its movements very... odd. It extends a hand out (no movement between the previous pose occuring), and it waves a bell in 2 static poses. Game & Watch:
Seems they're gonna listen to you, being the one to free them.
But Where shall the electricity course? What is there to accept the power? Who will be grateful for such an act?
The Rubble is put into focus. What lies within? Who is trapped beneath? When were they buried?
...
Rumbling is felt... something seems to be rising up from it, but What? What incredible force is being exerted from beneath? Who is making what seems to be a forceful ascent?
What is being charged? [5/10]
...Who gave the hyperactive catgirl a 10x10x10 rubix cube? (+1 to @Sylveone46)
The Rubble, while still present, has had its victim freed. You still clear it, and- Game & Watch:
...Another one pops out? Rubble 100% Cleared! With it gone, you can see down the hole, which reveals... metal. Odd.
The Star Wars Droid Speak that emits from the Drone says something interpretable as an acknowledgement followed up by it turning to pitch Up and then pitching Down.
The Fabrication Drone notes the wall mysteriously falling over, it decides to just replace it with a new defensive wall, this one covers 3 sides and has a small open space at the back, meaning that if the undead wanted to get past they would have to walk all the way around, or just break it down again.
[Attack Drone Factory 4/4]
The Fabrication Drone now has enough stored power, it uses the small amount of space it left inside the Defensive Wall to place the attack Drone Factory next to the Mortar Turret
Once again, a Hologram of the intended structure appears, but this one is a bit bigger than everything else, or maybe the term is more solid?
Either way, the Attack Drone Factory is fabricated, it has HP and it creates Attack Drones, you might expect it to be fragile, but no it's as durable as it needs to be to support its assembly line (Balanced Building ability and HP)
The Attack Drones are fairly simple designs, consisting of a body that uses Tank Tracks supporting a Turret wielding a Minigun styled Rotary Machinegun.
The Fabrication Drone Finally designates the largest group as targets for the Mortar.
Then it spots the Guardian, carving something...
The Drone floats closer to try and see what is being created, perhaps it could find something to mimic for its next factory
[searching for potential designs... 1/?]
+1 to @Orchamut in the form of a Floating Angular Fabrication Drone quietly watching The guardian carve its effigy
She needs to get used to every feeling of this ever, still.
Molly clasps her hands together, knowing at least.. a little bit of what to do maybe, here. She still has her soul stone, she still has.. all of her capabilities, it'll be easy! It'll be fine! It's.. it's just another combat. It's a combat she'll be used to in just a couple turns.
she still hates that that's a statement she says now.
[ EPITHET: RETEACH ]
Molly ends up in a thrown about teacher's uniform suddenly, slacks and a button up and everything, though her bear hoodie remains. "Alright, class - we're learning about the war on Drugs! And also, what's the right side!"
Screw it, she doesn't know anything about this stuff, but a couple of this she can probably just, make up on the spot! She snatches up the skeleton and Shambler into this, forcing them into a long-winded lesson that shows what's the right side for a Drug War - which is, probably what this is now to them! Because her epithet is rewiring their mind and Wow she doesn't like that thought but if it WORKS!!
Those two are switching sides, being converted into intense anti-drug beings!!
"man i'm really rusty at this,,"
[ Augment: 2 / 50 ]
Her epithet power shoots out - it's straight into the Catgirl! ( +1 to @Sylveone46 )
You grab the skeleton and a Shambler, and very rapidly give them a crash course on how to wage war against drugs! What this does will be seen in the EOTB!
She paces forward, her right hand swiping in front of her- drawing a bow over a violin of air. Reality shudders at the gesture. Across the battlefield is heard a roaring echo of the music of the spheres.
...But that is all you are.
She draws her invisible bow across the sky again. The music roars once more. In it, Zamiar hears the infinity of the universe. He hears the totality and grandeur of Creation. He hears how he is but a tiny, grey speck of dust on the tapestry of reality.
Hear, and know you are no god. This world is too great to be caged by petty divinity.
She calls the music further, bringing it to a stunning crescendo. The weight of infinity crashes on Zamiar, bearing down behind behind every beautiful, terrible note. It is a wonder few can bear. The other fighters should feel lucky that this is the Godmodder's private concert.
Hear, and know your power is thin, and futile. That it will wear away on eternity's tide.
And the absolute concert reaches its destined peak.
And something comes to "Anfini"'s hand then, something with all the fire and the fury and the force of cosmos.
And she draws it back-
Hear, and know your doom.
RIGHT HAND OF FATE - ETERNITY'S TIDE
And the Godmodder, crushed by the weight of futility, can do nothing.
And the tide rushes forth, with infinite force and unending power.
And Zamiar is worn away.
As the tides of eternity grind Zamiar to dust, "Anfini" turns to more pressing matters.
"Xal." Your name is mine now.
That infernal grin is plastered over her face.
"Anfini" accidentally drops a large, conspicuous pile of money labelled "DEFINITELY NOT A BRIBE TO JOIN THE AGS" at the Higher One's foot-analogues. (+1 to @DragonAegis)
The Sampling Machine extracts samples from the group of Rotten, if they are attackable collectively, or the skeleton if not.
You play a symphony of entropy, of futility, of pointlessness. You show Zamiar his placement in reality, how meaningless his efforts are... and he
starts
to laugh. "Ha...hahaha....HAHAEHEHEHAHAHAAHHAhahehehahahaaaaaaa...."
"Oh, you precious child."
At Zamiar's waist, something that never was but always will be, is the hilt of a blade. Zamiar draws his sword, and it is perfectly unremarkable, if not for how weird the coloring is. The base of the blade is a vibrant green, the middle is a deep red, and the tip is a light purple. Zamiar swings his sword out, and you hear it. Or rather, fail to hear it anymore. BLADE OF THE SPECTRUM: MEANINGOFALL "I accepted that fact the moment this title was thrust upon me."
The music cuts out, and in its place is an absolute silence. Zamiar looks at you, something different in his eyes than his typical unseriousness. "Word of advice. That only makes me angry."
the "+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)" offer from last turn still applies, it will apply until somebody sucesfully claims it.
Hint: the source matterial can be found on YouTube.
(why do I only have 8 fonts to playu with?, stupid site.)
(I forgot to write down what fonts I use for each thing)
Velvet.CHR fully loaded.
the placeholder is replaced by Nothing a door made of blue light Meanwhile, last turn.
No but your armor friend does ,He says, in a completely serious tone.
Even meanwhileer, in the present.* A girl with spotless skin, silvery hair (not just gray, the color of real silver) styled in a long, conserningly whip like ponytail, and golden glowing eyes (again the color of real gold, not just yellow), who is wearing a Velvet Blue Kimono with images of crossed swords on it appears where the placeholder just was strides onto the field through the blue door that just replaced the placeolder.
She jumps into the air and lands in a flashy pose, Zamiar she shoutsays, I have heard tales of your power, you are supposedly one of the only people who could even stand a chance against one of my kind, and one can only spar with their own siblings so much before it gets boring. she delivers a punch in zamiars general direction, So lets put that power to the test, Shall we? REVERSE GROUND SLAM! as she shouts last part, she grabs the ground and jumps, pulling the entire planet up with her, and slamming it into Zaimar. to follow this up she grabs a rock, throws it into the air, and runs straight up the coluseum wall. jumps of it, doing a flip in the process, and yells METEORIC WHIPLASH!! As she yells this her flip results in her ponytail hitting the rock, with a force of [intiger overflow error] PSI, sending it crashing down towards zamiar at imposibly high speed while also launchimg herself further into the sky.
From her newly elevated position she Performs the "Ultimate Swallow Dive of Doom" which is essentialy a dive kick, except enhanced with the power of explosives propultion from her hands. of course Zamair would see this move coming and dodge. What he might not expect is for the force to be so strong that she passes straight through the ground, leaving a hole in her wake, only to come back up from underground right where he is standing with an unanounced uppercut, AFTER which she says "Sneak attack;-)"
+1 to Zaimar in the form of a an email from a mathematically impossible IP adress (it contains theta prime as one of its parts for one) reading "Greetings from the Velvet Room it appears Zynthia, one of our attendants, has taken an interest in you, We apologize profusely for her behavior, she isn't one who is easily disuaded."
aparently the trick to make quotes in a post stay when the post is quoted doesn't work on this site
VioletMcpapervelvet is the best name
*that really doesn't work that well in a place where the present is a meaningful concept, huh
(yes the vevet room is why she's Velvet.CHR)
You make your grand entrance! "...I have never heard of your people in my entire life."
You throw a perfectly generic punch at him! He just grabs your arm and looks at you.
"Are we sure we're talking about the same type of Godmodder? Because honestly, I'm not seeing much."
You break out of his grip, and perform a Reverse Ground Slam!... nothing happens, because Zamiar was standing on the ground, so he got pulled up at the same rate as everything else. The seasons are gonna be messy, though.
You perform Meteoric Whiplash! Drawing his sword, Zamiar dramatically cuts the rocks in mid-air, both halves flying on other sides of him like bullets.
You perform the Ultimate Swallow Dive of Doom! Zamiar grabs you by the leg before you hit the ground, and throws you, cancelling the attack!
"Word of advice. When you decide to scream the name of every one of your attacks, it gives me an idea on how to deal with them."
You give a +1 to Zamiar! He takes the email (which he is holding as a physical letter), crunches the actual letter part of it out, and gives the remaining +1 to Nyatailie (@Sylveone46) "You could use this far more than I."
"No problem, sir! I'm just happy the box arrived." Dj C.D. rubs her hands in glee, for It's time to open it. But there is one problem, and it's the fact she forgot a box knife. "Oh... Wait..." She thinks about how to deal with this, scratching her- wait a minute, she could use her head! Does she have to though, in fear of judgement? Well as long as nobody stares...
TRANSITION TO CHARGES!/UNLEASH THE ACTION(S)!
Before anyone could see what was inside the mask, a finger is handed to the D.J. What a good coincidence. "I appriciate it!" Sharpnening the nail with one of her records, it glides along the tape with relative ease. (4/80)
"You have my thanks, and this!" With that in mind, she scratches up a new charge, but this time the music note is plated upon her other vinyl weapon and tossed towards the Vessel. As the two things reach them, the charge is given, and the disc shield floats behind. (You can hand it to a friend or summon to tank one attack for them, absorbing all damage before it retreats back. Once activated, it has just 1 hp though, so use it carefully!) "No worries, I can fix it up should it be damaged, though it will take a while."
"Hm... tempting... but I'm not going to build just one, you know. This is a testing ground, the seed for a new paradigm of soldiers!
"Having the direct help of a Godmodder would make it just too easy, and it wouldn't be replicable."
"But perhaps a lesser deal can be m-"
"Of course it could be replicable! You just need to make one, and then they can help you make more. It feeds into itself, you know."
"Even beyond that, you're implying I'd only help you with one? Please. I find this work fascinating as well, you know."
He leans in, giving you a funny look. "If you join me, I might be able to tell you about a little something I'm working on myself that you'll enjoy."
"Hold on a second, Mister Zamiar!"
"I have some important questions! What are your goals? Are you going to permanently kill people? Are you conquering anywhere with people?"
Zamiar waves a finger, making a "tsk" sound. "Now where's the fun in spoiling the surprise, my friend? That's the point of being a Godmodder, no? To have all manner of machinations churn away in secret?"
"As for killing, well..."
"Where'd you think the zombies came from?"
Red Faith gets a slightly annoyed look, which fades.
Hm.. I'd guess making something the same color as the post background?
Red Faith takes stock of the battlefield for the first time he's been here. Loads of small entities... glass cannons... ooh funding-
Red Faith stares at the money for a few moments ("I won't fall to bribes, I won't fall to bribes... ugh fine") before snatching it up with a sigh. "You've successfully ensnared me in a psychological trick! Now I have no choice but to reciprocate! But I can choose how." Red Faith leans over to "Anfini", and whispers a secret.
"armor is good"
[Not reallllly sure how to handle multiple people +1ing me when I have this trade active, so I'll just keep a debt ledger for now.]
Red Faith gets back to staring at the field. Someone variable, someone two-faced, someone chaotic, someone Who may not exist, someone who's doing meta shenanigans, someone who is- "Hey." -currently only distinguished by being- "Red Faith?" -an umbrell- "What."
"That's a child." Red Faith harrumphs. "Yeah, you think that matters? She could have any Icon! All at once! Just because she's small-" "-and is either was recently using that backpack, and in a part of life with stickers and pins, or isn't used to warfare, or is cosplaying-" "-doesn't mean she couldn't have the memories of her ancesto- oh. Good point."
Red Faith shuffles around awkwardly.
"Also, remember I can see internal monologues." "I always forget about that ability. Such a blessing when I do, it's so annoying."
Red Faith waves nebulously in Molly's direction. "Go and talk. You'll handle this better than me."
He sighs. "I learned that a long time ago." "..."
@MzFuchsia A voice comes from no specific location. "Hey! What brings you here? Why do you look like a child? What powers do you- oh, anything related to a word. Are you willing to help make an afterlife for this area?"
[+1 to anyone who +1s me. Currently: @Sylveone46 ]
[Debt: 1 CP, to "Anfini"]
[Foundational Reinforcement: 6/10] [CAPTAIN OF ALL SOULS: 0/4] +1 naturally, +1 from Sylveone, +1 from Anfini.
"There's always another secret."
[Alas, there is no longer any point in doing this. One last time, because it's on-theme for my action.]
The pile of rubble disappears. Not the one that someone's trapped under- the various rubble strewn across the ground.
The rubble that got shoveled. The rubble that got opened. The rubble that someone used to be trapped under but got pushed away already.
It disappears, and no one notices. It had already disappeared from the story, after all. It is important no longer.
Except to Four.
[Preparing an HP base for an entity, mayyyyyybe made cheaper by the rubble being something that already exists/a byproduct of another's action.]
[Not actually summoning anything yet, though.]
click click click click click
Red Faith puts his head on the button. Another click. Empty, hollow, like all the ones before it.
(Its actually through creating a different kind of spoiler, then giving it a name.)
You swipe and repurpose the forgotten material left around, and construct a shell for new life to grow within. We will see how effective this plan is in time.
The Mortar Turret, lacking orders, continues to bomb the Zombified Catgirls for 500 damage each!
The Attack Drone Factory spits out an Attack Drone!
The Sampling Machine attempts to extract some calcium from the skeleton... and just barely fails (as in, you rolled the exact threshold needed to miss.)!
The two Game & Watches are busy talking with each other.
ZET and ALAPHET await commands!
The skeleton and Shambler, having been educated on how to wage war against drugs, look at each other. skeleton: "its a good thing i can't take them anyway. can you?" Shambler: "[WAILS OF THE DECAYING]"
They then look at the Zombified Catgirls, who were given drugs not too long ago. skeleton: "i think we need to kill them, phil." "Phil": "[SCREAMS OF THE UNDEAD]"
The skeleton lifts a hand, and a disturbingly realistic bone stabs through the earth and into one of the Catgirls, dealing 2,000 damage total!
"Phil" follows up, biting into them for 1,000 damage!
The Zombified Catgirls rush at... some players! Specifically (through the power of number generation!) "Anfini"!.... twice! Both of them have independently chosen to attack you! @Anfini Failure to counter both will result in your power being lowered! (Reminder, counters are entirely free moves!)
The Raving Rascal decides to swat the Attack Drone like its a very gun-shaped red dot. This ends up entirely breaking it.
Zamiar... doesn't do anything? "I believe you lot have this sorted out, yes? You'll be taking your time here, anyway." "And as much as I've enjoyed... whatever you would call this, I have been reminded of some other matters I need to attend to." "As such, I'm afraid I'll be departing shortly. Just need to wait here a moment, is all."
Seems he'll be leaving next turn!
The Aura of Undead raises more troops.... The Aura of Undead has grown more powerful!
Undead: Abilities that trigger upon an Entities death or by killing an Entity do not trigger.
AD: Anti-Drug. Lives to wage war on drugs, and any who use them.
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, preparing to leave.
ENTITIES:
Defensive Wall [Drone-AG]: 2500/2500 HP.
Mortar Turret [Drone-AG]: 400/1000 HP, 500 Attack, Bombard: Attacks hit every instance of targeted Entity.
Attack Drone Factory [Drone-AG]: 10,000/10,000 HP, spawns one Attack Drone every turn.
Sampling Machine ["Anfini"-AG]: 8000/25,000 HP, 5000 Attack, 75% Accuracy. Game & Watch[Berrum-AG]: 15,000/15,000 HP, 5,000 Attack, 10% Dodge, Plane: Flat
G&W can be either Flat Plane, having 5,000 Attack and 10% Dodge, or Thin Plane, having 1,500 Attack and 40% Dodge.
Disc Shield [DJ-AG]: 1/1 HP, Guard: Can be used to block a single Attack with less than 5,000 Attack.
"Phil" [AD]: 1000/1000 HP, 1000 Attack. Undead.
skeleton [ad]: 1/1 hp, 1 attack, attack triggers 2000 times, base attack value cannot be altered. 25% dodge.
Then it spots the Guardian, carving something...
The Drone floats closer to try and see what is being created, perhaps it could find something to mimic for its next factory
[searching for potential designs... 1/?]
+1 to @Orchamut in the form of a Floating Angular Fabrication Drone quietly watching The guardian carve its effigy
[4/4] It's a small wooden carving of the guardian. Thecarvingisfinishedbeforeherealizes,andheendsupcuttinghishandwiththeknife. In a sudden fit of rage he hurls the knife at the ground, causing it to shatter into components. (+1 to whoever picks it up.)
The Vessel picks the Guardian's knife remains up, sensing an use for it.
Then, they look at the phone again. Not good. Not good enough.
They quickly make their appendages as sharp as the knife that got shattered, before leaping at the phone. Stabbing it and tossing it at the walls. At the pillars, into the floor. Leaping into it and impaling it from everywhere it could be feasibly impaled from, even the underground, where two of the spikes sneakily formed to raise.
They look at the Guardian, then back at Phone. "Wy-wykończ..." As an example of what do they mean, they slice the phone down in half. The shards are cold. Cold enough to be put in their project.
A +1 appears in form of a USB stick, that is then given to Xal.
Xals patters her fingers on the arm-rest of her uncomfortable looking throne. She's getting bored already.
Reaching a hand out, she curls her clawed index finger and thumb, glancing towards Zamiar.
As she makes a flicking motion, a massive hand, identical to hers, seems to dip from the air itself, large enough to perhaps fit Zamiar whole in its palm.. though it simply mirrors the flick, aimed at the back of his head.
With that done, as she lowers her arm, it raises back up into the air, vanishing from sight.
She looks down at her hand, as if she has no idea where the flick has come from...
In reflecting for a moment, she realizes her debts remain unpaid.
In a snap, a little gift box, grey with a cyan ribbon across it, drops before Nyatailie. If opened it reveals. Nothing! Except for a burning rage at being duped with such an appealing looking present. (+1 charge to @Sylveone46 )
Xal remembers her lovely friend, the fabrication drone.
She glances to Zet and Alaphet, still posing beside her.
"Go aid the drone. I don't know if it can talk, but listen to whatever it wants. Don't bother coming back unless sent back."
"DAMN. ALRIGHT."
Zet quietly nods.
Both machines move off to find the drone, with Alaphet leaping in long strides, and Zet. Walking.
(The duo are now under the command of @Robot # 207 !(if I'm allowed to have them work for someone else, and still write them?))
EDIT: Charges!
Xal glances towards Eschaton, energy silently seeping through the massive wires into ports across the machine. (+1 Charge!)
She takes the USB, staring at it curiously.
"Where do you expect me to insert this?'
She flicks it towards Eschaton, where it lands with a bang before dissolving. (+1 Charge!)
"Of course it could be replicable! You just need to make one, and then they can help you make more. It feeds into itself, you know."
"Even beyond that, you're implying I'd only help you with one? Please. I find this work fascinating as well, you know."
He leans in, giving you a funny look. "If you join me, I might be able to tell you about a little something I'm working on myself that you'll enjoy."
"Someday I will be summoned, again, to an empty battlefield. None of my armies with me, a hostile Godmodder before me and a reality-warping lynch mob behind me.
"On that day, I must be prepared."
"...to prepare someone else! That's too tough of a mission for me. No research potential."
"Sorry, neutrality has some benefits I don't want to give up. But I'll still help you! Just not always."
Zamiar waves a finger, making a "tsk" sound. "Now where's the fun in spoiling the surprise, my friend? That's the point of being a Godmodder, no? To have all manner of machinations churn away in secret?"
"As for killing, well..."
"Where'd you think the zombies came from?"
Zamiar... doesn't do anything? "I believe you lot have this sorted out, yes? You'll be taking your time here, anyway." "And as much as I've enjoyed... whatever you would call this, I have been reminded of some other matters I need to attend to." "As such, I'm afraid I'll be departing shortly. Just need to wait here a moment, is all."
Seems he'll be leaving next turn!
"...going already? Huh, why?"
"Scratch that! Can I have some of your blood? You don't seem to have shed any..."
[Action]
Zamiar presumably says no. "You can have some of mine!" An infinitely thin slice of a four-dimensional blood droplet appears, in that case.
Red Faith 'picks' it up. "Yes... still has traces of otherworldliness. And engineeredness. Very engineered blood, this is."
The blood is stretched and flipped like a pizza- but where dough would get thinner, this seems... to get thicker. Red Faith flips it and flips it from finger to head to elbow, power seeming to flow into it as it's juggled. The size of a table, then a car, then a mansion- and the blood, finally, seems to have run out, all squeezed into the third dimension.
Red Faith sets it down, holding it more by hemokinesis than actual strength. The blood stays perfectly firm, as if it were a solid- and perhaps it is. It darkens, until you can see that it's not blood, but crimson-tinged steel. "Behold! The base of... hm... I don't remember. Well, it wasn't going to be a Godmodder, that I know."
Red Faith pats it. "Well, it's there!"
[The shell is incorporated! As is 7 CP, and this action. 5 CP goes to Mass Increase [III], which buffs the HP and MHP of an entity, and 1 CP goes to 1,250 Armor. Should be around... 25,000 HP, with the two actions and 1 CP? Less 'cause the actions weren't as effective, maybe?]
[It's a cube of metal. Dunno what you expected. All the biological-ness is hidden in the center, less organismlike as you get further.]
[Oh yeah, the center is rapidly evolving neuron-like iron atoms. I'm sure this isn't going to cause aaaaaany problems.]
[we'll upgrade it with other stuff next round! sensors, outputs, better brain equipment, the works. only flavorwise, mechanically it's still a lump of HP.]
[It is not the CAPTAIN. Yet.]
[+1 to @Anfini ]
[Debt: none!]
[Foundational Reinforcement: 0/10] [CAPTAIN OF ALL SOULS: 0/4] +1 naturally, -7 on Action
"PRAISE!!" Berrum Prique spits, jolting up from the hole in the ground where all the rubble used to be. He blinks hard, reminding me which of the holes in his head are for his eyes and which ones are from his gunshot wounds! He also twists his right hand awkwardly, picking out little flakes of stone. It seems THE LORD forgot to phase his hand back out of the dirt. A common mistake really. Especially for a-
Berrum gasps. "THIS!" he says, inspecting the scratches on his arm like the letters of an ancient scripture. "THESE ARE THE LORD'S WORDS!!" He pull his arm up close to his heart. "!!!THE LORD IS WITH ME!!!"
...He can't be serious.
Then Berrum notices the Game & Watch ringing beside him. With a revelatory grin, he gasps at the flat little guy. "YOU!" he cries. "YOU HAVE BEEN SAVED BY THE LORD!! PRAISE IT!!!"
...If those are his entity orders for this turn, I swear I'm going to get a bigger gun and-
[ACTION]
Berrum's holy senses tingle. And by holy senses, I mean... Actually, I have no clue what I mean by that. Honestly, I'm not sure Berrum has any senses. His nervous system is shot. LITERALLY.
Berrum grits his teeth. "THE UNDEAD." Did- did he forget about the zombies? I swear he saw them just two turns ag- "HERETICS!!!"
The blood vessels in Berrum's eyes start bulging red. He hefts his massive TV Remote up on his shoulder and crushes is singualr Big Red Button. Suddenly, the device starts to transform. Its plastic panels start folding out, revealing deep red currents flowing around a barrel of steel. The remote's infra-red diode grows, bubbling like a crimson eye. And around Berrum's grasp, the remote snaps into a pistol grip.
"PRAISE," Berrum growls, pointing his giant plasma cannon at the Infected. "RELINQUISH YOUR DECREPIT GODS AND !!!PRAISE THE LORD!!!"
Without an ounce of remorse, Berrum presses the big red trigger gleaming on the side of his weapon, and a massive bolt of frenzy blasts out of the cannon, consuming the Infected in a blaze of ITS glory.
[ENTITIES]
...Yeah, since Berrum's busy, I'm just gonna- have Game & Watch stick with Flat Plane and fry up some bacon for the Zombie Catgirls. Extra crispy. Extra sizzly. Extra FIRE. You know. The chef's signature Neutral Special. Second-degree burns guranteed!
[CHARGE]
PRAISE IT: [05/12]
The Fabrication Drone finds a new feature installed on its... whatever it's working on! That feature being A BIG RED BUTTON! Surely, this must be useful. (+1 to @Robot # 207)
"Ha...hahaha....HAHAEHEHEHAHAHAAHHAhahehehahahaaaaaaa...."
"Oh, you precious child."
At Zamiar's waist, something that never was but always will be, is the hilt of a blade. Zamiar draws his sword, and it is perfectly unremarkable, if not for how weird the coloring is. The base of the blade is a vibrant green, the middle is a deep red, and the tip is a light purple. Zamiar swings his sword out, and you hear it. Or rather, fail to hear it anymore. BLADE OF THE SPECTRUM: MEANINGOFALL "I accepted that fact the moment this title was thrust upon me."
The music cuts out, and in its place is an absolute silence. Zamiar looks at you, something different in his eyes than his typical unseriousness. "Word of advice. That only makes me angry."
As Zamiar goes on his rant, "Anfini" pulls out a black sphere and presses a button on top. She waits, observing silently, throughout his speech and his manoeuvre. Then she presses the button, and...his speech is echoed. Anfini produces a pen from nowhere with a flourish and begins to write it down, playing it back several times. She keeps speaking as she does, in an unchanged conversational tone:
Good thing I keep this around. I would have hated to ask you to go through that whole talk again. Accepted...fact...moment...
And so on.
Counter: As the Catgirls bear down, "Anfini" uses a technique that, for almost anyone else, would be incredibly dangerous and inadvisable: The Shield of Names. To protect yourself, this burns away aspects of your identity. Most of you will live, and some of you will inevitably die. But "Anfini" has a thousand identities, all thin and disposable as paper. She activates the power, and a current of words flows around her. To reinforce it, she takes a little of the quotes around other names. "Phil" is now Phil. "Minion" is now Minion. She is now """Anfini""".
The catgirls strike, clawing through the lines of text and defence...but the shield does its job, and they are repelled before they can reach she who lies beneath. But her name is broken. She will need a new one.
All of you, call me "Mirabel". It also isn't my name. But it'll serve in substitute of the one I've lost.
Action: "Mirabel" then steps forward, resting a quiet, patient hand on one of the Catgirls' shoulders.
You've interrupted my research.
RIGHT HAND OF FATE: DUSTTO DUST
The catgirl's state of decay advances far faster than it has any right to. Flesh rots away, bones bend and snap and crumble, and within seconds all that is left is a heap of pale, bone-dry dust. She repeats this procedure with the other, if there is any power left to do so. Then, she gazes down coldly at the remains.
Thus you receive your just reward.
"Mirabel" gathers up the dust and scoops some of it into a newly appeared pot, which she hands to Natalie. (+1 to @Sylveone46)
Let this remind you of the fate of those who intervene. Now, can someone please attack Zamiar for me?
NULLIUS IN VERBA: [4/24]
The Sampling Machine takes a sample from the Infected.
The Raving Rascal will bonk the Mortar Turret.
If one of the Zombie Catgirls survive, it attacks the Defensive Wall.
Nyatailie, meanwhile, is considering her options. For all intents and purposes this is going as well as it can be.
For now, she holds her action... At least until something not undead is, well, killed. Then she will attempt to revive it as a zombie. Sure the field consists mostly of machines at the moment but it can't be that difficult right?
Of course, if nothing not already dead dies, she'll simply summon a new Zombie Catgirl.
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