Single Thread RP Destroy the Godmodder: What A Perfect World

[Robot # 207]

The Fabrication Drone follows up on the objective marker that it set for itself, moving to where the Mortar got showered in Sparks and burnt to a Wreck.

Now, you might expect it to just... I dunno absorb the wreck into energy and then remake it, but No, that's not what happens.

The Fabricator Beams shoot out from the Square Lens Face of the Drone, they move over one of the panels on the wreck and eventually... turn it back into raw unburnt Metal Plates.
This continues for many of the components, targeting computer into chips and circuits, ammo back into shells and gunpowder, etc, turning Salvage into Raw Materials and Simpler Components like Subnautica's Fabricator.

And then, when it finally Reprocesses all of the Wreck's Salvage, it drags some of the looser parts into the pile, then it once again Fabricates the Mortar, though this time there's material already there to Refine and Assemble, which makes the Mortar Turret, Slightly stronger than before.
That might not make sense, but the Fabrication Drone made the Mortar from nothing before, so making it from Something this time...

Anyway, it observes the Frenzy that the Vein of Madness has put everything into, so it sets the objective markers appropriately

The Mortar Turret has a Target Marker on the Group of Voidlings, and then a Subsequent follow up marker on the Hordes.
The Attack Drones get a single Target Marker on the Shambler
Finally, The Spike Launcher also gets one marker on the Void Eater

The Fabrication Drone then Beeps and Boops at Alaphet, punctuating with some Electronic Noises, The Message is interpretable as emphasizing the danger posed by entities that get stronger with increasing Casualties.
ALAPHET probably has enough intelligence to prioritize the enemy that has the most attack by the time his turn rolls around, he only has to choose between the Viral and the Void Eater, so it should be a simple matter.
Edit: Of course when both of those very targets are vaporized, the Fabrication Drone... only manages to Tone a "RECOMMENDATION NULL, INITIATIVE REQUIRED, OPPORTUNITY SEARCH"

With Zet The Fabrication Drone Beep Boops at him with something like interpreting the structural deficiencies of the enemy machine.

Attempting to perhaps guide the Heartless, The Fabrication Drone flies down next to it and points its Fabricator Lasers at the Patchwork, then the Necro Golem.
[Shield Generator 2/6]
+1 to @Fluxxation, in the form of the Fabrication Drone Projecting a Lighting Rod that it then Fabricates on to Eschaton

Edit:

One of the suns, surprisingly safe to touch, lands in the Fabrication Drone's pincers. (+1 to Robot #207)

The Fabrication Drone inspects this... Testament of Fusion Power, it decides that the power of a Star in the grasp of its Claw, will be just the thing it needs for a Miniature Fusion Reactor
[Shield Generator 3/6]
...then again, it doesn't need to sustain the reaction, so perhaps other designs are available?

OOC: Guess the Fabrication Drone has basic pincers now, it makes sense I guess, but now I'm just thinking about how this character got so far without me mentioning it doing anything that implied it had any form of manipulator...
Probably because all of its previous games died too quickly I guess.

 

[Vella]

[Filar: 12/13]

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Then, the Vessel looks at the... dust. Empty, wasteful. It seems to stir up a dust storm... only to stop it before it came into reality. Dust would be overkill. Dust in that form would be doing disfavor to their side.
They suck in the dust. Glare at the Viral. Glare at the GM side. Too full.
Suddenly, they spew up fiery ashes. Purified, transmuted into pure mini-suns, ashes. They fly only in one direction. Viral. Behind Viral, the Void Eater. Both of them, cleansed by the fiery-hot ashes that the vessel spewed. The earth under them, scorched to the point the molten ground and stone swallows the purified remains.

And thus, it began to crack after firing the ash. Krrck.

One of the suns, surprisingly safe to touch, lands in the Fabrication Drone's pincers. (+1 to Robot #207)

 

[DragonAegis]

[Action]
Four takes out a clover! Not of their namesake, but it's four-leaved anyways.
They pin it to Red Faith's lab coat. Though that's a dimension above its owner, it has a connection strong enough to transfer the benefits anyways.
...benefits which don't exist. "You know it's just a symbol, right?"
Four tries to edit the clover's... everything, but they keep opening the DNA instead of their ontology.
Instead, Four elects to edit all the genes to be the luckiest they could've been, demonstrating the power of FAKE LUCK.
Red Faith's lab coat is inspired! It copies Four and begins granting Red Faith the power of FAKE LUCK.

[1 CP]
The Erebus gaineth mass. Boring, I know. To repent, from now on we'll be flavoring all +1s.

[Orders]
"Please do not eat gambling. Yet. Oh, and head... down? Whichever direction that is for us, go there."

[+1 to @Robot # 207 in the form of a copy of the Anti-Gravity Bone. It does the Mass Effect and lets you make shields, go FTL, float, bunch of sci-fi stuff.]
[Debt: none]
[Foundational Reinforcement: 0/10] +1 naturally, -1.
[Rivers Beneath: 0/6]
[Of Fire]
[Of Ice]
[Of Loss]
[Of Ends]
[Of World]
[Of Oaths]

 

[O.R.I.G.I.N.]

What is skin but a shell? What are bones but a frame? What is the body other than an empty bag of blood masquerading as something full?
For the first time in a long time, Berrum Prique has asked a question of THE LORD. "...PRAISE?"
Is it right? Is it wrong? Does that even mean anything? Is there a difference?
The ragged worshipper lacks the words to describe his sudden doubts. IT promised him safety. IT promised him purpose. IT promised him ALL THAT HE DESIRED.
And yet here he is, on the battlefield, kneeling before the ashes of the only thing that felt like it mattered to him.
It was a doll, yes. An object made of string- of thread- of little lines THE LORD could prod and pull, unravelling into the letters of ITS will.
But it was more than that. It was a companion. It was a warm face in his arms. It was the perfect reflection of Berrum's holey self.
Now it was gone. Now Berrum was gone. And there was nothing that could bring it back. Bring IT back...

Circumstantialy simultameously to this,on the real battlefield, an ultrashroom comes flying in from the distance and lands by the feet of the cultist. (+1 to @O.R.I.G.I.N. in the form of an ultra shroom, (or would that be two ultra shrooms?))

A wise man once told me, "SHROOMS, MAN! Dey da answa to evythin! Truss me, bruh. Wood I evah lie do you?"

Truer words have never been spoken. I think it was Gandhi who said, "Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are HIGH AS FRENCH FRIES! I FOUND THIS MOLD OUT BACK IN THE DUMPSTERS AT MY LOCAL MCDONALDS, AND I AIN'T NEVUR GOIN' BAK!" After all, Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

Berrum Prique picks up the Ultrashoom, looking at it without seeing, touching it without feeling. He is already so numb. There is no drug that can dull his pain.

[ACTION]

Not knowing what else to do, Berrum plants the green mushroom in the dust of his friend. It stands like the nameless headstone of a soldier lost at war. An ultrashroom. A 1-UP. A "Get-A-Life!". The prefix "ultra-" means above. Beyond. Transcendent to these mortal coils that bind us and our souls. It's the type of high that can't be real. It is a gateway to the other side.

IT comes from the land of aged dairy and cured meats. Of metaphor cheese and absolute bologna. Nothing makes sense anymore in ITS realm above. And The Magician tells us, "As above, so below."

The soil is poison, rotted by the dead, and yet the ultrashroom grows. Not in size, not in shape, but in color. The green of its bulbous head fades away, replaced with a glaring eye of red.

"PR-" Berrum sputters. "PRAISE?!"

When we have forgotten everything else about ourselves, what is the last piece that will remain?

On hands and knees, Berrum peers into the red ultrashroom, panting like a dog at the edge of revelation. He recognizes something in it- the way it sproings back and forth between the bellows of his breath. A mushroom is a detrivore. It feasts through decay. In the darkness, THE LORD has always found Berrum. Through every bullet hole, IT eats the pain away.

Berrum's finger hovers over the mushroom. The language of THE LORD is simple. It is all about kiss and touch. About pressure. About PRAISE. It's like falling in love all over again. The attraction puckered with red lipstick.

Right or wrong? Does it mean anything? Is there a difference?

What is the right way to fill a heart?
What is so wrong about letting it break?
Crawl down off your high horses and hear me.
Do you know the line between love and hate?

If Berrum Prique could have understood these words, he would have said them all. But the monk cannot hear them. His finger brushes against the red mushroom top. Then, with barely a glimpse of pressure, the button... goes... click.

"praise..."

The Brick Phone hears the whisper, but it does not know ITS name. The ultrashroom disappears into the earth, and in return, the coliseum quakes. If THE LORD can move above the surface, so too can IT move below.

I think it was Gandhi who said, "In a gentle way, you can shake the world."

The Brick Phone's world shakes. Then explodes. An enormous mushroom cloud erupts beneath it, swallowing it in the storming stomach of a red phoenix.

[CHARGE]

PRAISE IT: [11/12] (+1 from Algot)

The button is still there in Paper Daisy's inventory. As the shaking subsides, it feels just a little bit heavier. (+1 to @Algot 120)

[ENTITY]

...Oh crap! I think our guy might be losing this fight!

Um... Game & Watch learns the error of his ways. Like- I mean- I think it was Gandhi who said, "Non-violence is the summit of bravery." idunno. [AG] Game & Watch puts down his arsenal of comedically 2-D weaponry and approaches [N] Game & Watch. He stares at his fellow countryman with his lack of eyes. Then, in an act of peace, he-

Game & Watch: ""

The only thing left to do is prays...

 

[Krill13]

[Random Bit]

What is the body other than an empty bag of blood masquerading as something full?

Hey it ain't all just blood. I got organs and stuff. And also the food I eat. And microplastics. And also this Optimus Prime model I swallowed when I was like, 20.

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[Action]

In this time of personalized turmoil for the Brick Phone, Who is there to pick it up? Who is there to make use of its service? Who is there to call... Whack-my-Phone Industries?

The Brick Phone is immediately dropped to the ground, left to the mercy of the aforementioned Whack-my-Phone Industries, there indeed to Whack the Brick Phone- o-oh it's the mafia version of Whacking. Knives, Thompson submachine guns... a whole portable drowning pool. The phone is shanked, shot at, and ultimately tied to a brick and dropped into the drowning pool.

...Who even is this sort of service marketed to?

(Uhhh if the Brick Phone is already dead then this Action is instead giving the Necromancer a Neck to Romance. Currently ain't in me to Who-ify this backup Action.)

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[Charge]

What is being conjured? [3/10]

"Mirabel". A satisfactory name for one of considerable mystery. Who would dare ruin this mystique by pinning upon her a "Hello, my name is Paul" nametag? (+1 to @Anfini)

 

[Anfini]

"Mirabel" spies the cat parts haphazardly deposited onto the Sampling Machine. Instantly schematics and possible applications draw across her mind.

So if I...

Action: "Mirabel" picks up the catgirl parts, whips out a syringe, and extracts the anthropomorphism. They quickly degrade into regular cat parts, which she tosses at...Who exactly? (+1 to @Krill13) Then, she stabs the syringe and injects all of the anthropomorphic cuteness directly into the Sampling Machine. It begins to shudder...

On the bright side, this will probably improve its durability and skill. On the more unfortunate end, it's going to be a cute humanoid probably-anime robot. "Mirabel" shudders at the thought.

"Mirabel". A satisfactory name for one of considerable mystery. Who would dare ruin this mystique by pinning upon her a "Hello, my name is Paul" nametag? (+1 to @Anfini)

"Mirabel" does nothing at all. The name on the tag, however, quickly devolves into indecipherable symbols before becoming an indistinct black smudge.

NULLIUS IN VERBA: [9/24]

 

[Orchamut]

The guardian grabs a Vein of Madness and begins to strum it like a guitar.
But it seems like he's never had any experience with guitar, as the only music that comes out is the sound of the Vein being shredded by his claws.
Either that, or these veins weren't made to be played as instruments at all... which is also likely.

Actually, one music note does materialize from this, but the poor thing is so bent out of shape that it can only weakly float a few meters away before falling down to the ground, motionless. (+1 to whoever grabs it)

Undesired company - [4/119] (+1 from Fluxxation)

Xal taps the side of her head, sending a PNG directly back to the sender of the garbled data.

It's an image. (Attached with a +1 to @Orchamut !)

The guardian does nothing for a moment until silently cutting communication, before she has the chance to upload 80 terabytes of who-knows-what into his mind.

 

[DragonAegis]

Actually, one music note does materialize from this, but the poor thing is so bent out of shape that it can only weakly float a few meters away before falling down to the ground, motionless. (+1 to whoever grabs it)

It is quickly squirreled away to the fourth dimension.

 

[ANDDIIIIIIIIIIIEWITHA:}]

During the time her roleplayer was away, the music mixer grabbed her disc, and it swirled out to grab her laptop. Now, the good news is that the device was retrieved, but it's unfortunately chipped a little from the journey back and not very resilient against the terrain that went between her house and the coliseum. "Th... That sucks. The show must go on though..."

UNLEASH THE ACTION(S)!

C.D. snags the brick phone and attempts to call a repair shop using it. Unfortunately, as it can only hold up a barrier for the dead to rise, she grows frustrated with it quickly. Out of this upsetness, she bashes the screen with her bare fists, but it doesn't do much except ruin the block. She eventually throws it off, attempting to find another way to make contact for fixing.

TRANSITION TO CHARGES!

Certainly within the logic of the place, there should be a phone booth around here. She scurries through the ground level, but just finds an outlet within the building, or rather a large cube with the top side having the outlet in question. This could be handy to plug it all in at the end (7/80). There is a socket cover on it, and she pulls it out to properly use the cube; it proceeds to blow away and land on VioletMcPaperVelvet ( +1 to @Algot 120 ).

 

[ScienceWorm]

[Charges]
5/5 Healing Nanobots. 3 Charges diverted to HP, 2 to Healing. It then merges with Patchwork!
+1 to @Sylveone46 in the form of negating the need for so many charges to be put into it, lowering the requirements for this specific summon (by one charge, odd, its as if I'm just giving a charge to you)
[Action]
I help the Healing Nanobots merge, healing Patchwork and also making sure their different methods of healing synergize by specifically changing the Healing Nanobots code to do so, and if necessary alter Patchwork a bit, just to make sure that they are more than the sum of their parts.

 

[Algot 120]

the chaos bullets strike the chaos heart, the wodden carving, and the entity consisting Zaimar being abscent.

The button is still there in Paper Daisy's inventory. As the shaking subsides, it feels just a little bit heavier. (+1 to @Algot 120)

Certainly within the logic of the place, there should be a phone booth around here. She scurries through the ground level, but just finds an outlet within the building, or rather a large cube with the top side having the outlet in question. This could be handy to plug it all in at the end (7/80). There is a socket cover on it, and she pulls it out to properly use the cube; it proceeds to blow away and land on VioletMcPaperVelvet ( +1 to @Algot 120 ).

Daisy catches the socket cover

You are carying too many items choose one to toss

She chooses the red button, because pressing it would be a bad idea and is imediately replaced with the velvet room attedant with the sword kimono from earlier, who pushes the button while its flying through the air. Well, so much for not pressing it.
Having done that, she then goes up to the hole with the metal walls and uses Mazionga. zaping the metal with extremely large amounts of electricity

​

+1 to whoever proves wether or not the twin prime hypothesis is true (like actually proves it IRL, and also links their proof in their post) in the form of an amount of grains of rice equal to the larger member of the last pair of twin primes if it isn't or the color puce if it is.
Variable entity.CHR 9/25 (+1 from @O.R.I.G.I.N. )

​

 

[Anfini]

+1 to whoever proves wether or not the twin prime hypothesis is true (like actually proves it IRL, and also links their proof in their post) in the form of an amount of grains of rice equal to the larger member of the last pair of twin primes if it isn't or the color puce if it is.

If the world's best mathematicians can work on this for years and not solve it, what makes you think we can?

...Luckily, "IRL" is technically ambiguous! "Mirabel" visits a laboratory owned by a man named Richard and uses the tools there to solve the hypothesis, thus having solved it IRL (In Richard's Laboratory). Then she posts about it on an internet forum and includes a link in her post. Thus, she takes the +1.

 

[Algot 120]

If the world's best mathematicians can work on this for years and not solve it, what makes you think we can?

...Luckily, "IRL" is technically ambiguous! "Mirabel" visits a laboratory owned by a man named Richard and uses the tools there to solve the hypothesis, thus having solved it IRL (In Richard's Laboratory). Then she posts about it on an internet forum and includes a link in her post. Thus, she takes the +1.

sure, that works.

 

[Fluxxation]

following this she walks up to the robot lady (aka Xal @Fluxxation )
Error: character Dialogue format incompatible with display technology*
Recalculating

HI I'M DAISY!!! and wo are you?!

"Clearly not meant to meet you, that much is for sure. This place is a mess."

That's.. one way to answer??? Good on her, stating the obvious.

She does attempt to poke one claw onto, or perhaps, into(?) "Daisy" 's forehead, imparting what could either be the machine's trillion-years of existing memory..... or a +1 charge. (It's a +1 charge.)

____________________________

ALAPHET AND Zet Presumably idle for the time being, ready to KILL THINGS / analyze things.

The Fabrication Drone then Beeps and Boops at Alaphet, punctuating with some Electronic Noises, The Message is interpretable as emphasizing the danger posed by entities that get stronger with increasing Casualties.

"OH HAHA THAT'S CRAZY."

ALAPHET probably has enough intelligence to prioritize the enemy that has the most attack by the time his turn rolls around, he only has to choose between the Viral and the Void Eater, so it should be a simple matter.
Edit: Of course when both of those very targets are vaporized, the Fabrication Drone... only manages to Tone a "RECOMMENDATION NULL, INITIATIVE REQUIRED, OPPORTUNITY SEARCH"

".... GOD. DAMN. IT."

ALAPHET instead stares down the necro golem. He slams both clawed hands into the earth as he kneels down, bracing against the ground. A secondary array of missile salvos unfurls as he rains hell (now with twice the active rounds! Thanks Zet!) Upon his undead(?) foe.

With Zet The Fabrication Drone Beep Boops at him with something like interpreting the structural deficiencies of the enemy machine.

His lens snaps shut like a camera shutter a few times. Blinking hard, maybe.

"Okay."

Rubbing his rounded chin, he moves to survey the battlefield once more.

The guardian does nothing for a moment until silently cutting communication, before she has the chance to upload 80 terabytes of who-knows-what into his mind.

She directly glances over, smugness gleaming in her cyan-diamond lens.

"Pus[PG -13 BARRIER APPLIED]."

She narrows her lens.

"You know what I said."

[Shield Generator 2/6]
+1 to @Fluxxation, in the form of the Fabrication Drone Projecting a Lighting Rod that it then Fabricates on to Eschaton

The machine looks over. ESCHATON is like some sort of royally ed robo-unicorn with that rod sticking squarely out of its massive, dark faceplate.

"Really. I take several bil- nevermind. Nevermind."

She arcs a bit of current from her claws to the rod as well.

ESCHATON: 9/200

______________________________

Seeing as ALAPHET is a defective pile of useless scrap metal who probably wont even scratch the golem, Xal decides to try to speed up the process.

With the sharp, almost blade-like bottom of her throne, she hovers up and... very quickly and violently attempts to use her throne to stab the golem in the face. She just keeps going. What the hell? Damn, it's fine now. You probably did damage, you can stop.... uhm.. can someone... oh god why is she laughing... Is she like. Magnetized to that thing? She isn't even moving? Regardless of the monologue going on here, she's continued to stab at the necro-golem the entire time. We're at what, like 25, 30 seconds now?

 

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