Post by horrorTerror on Jul 25, 2015 14:56:55 GMT -5
A thousand cosmos died. No, more than that. Millions, billions, trillions, quadrillions, quintillions even. Each froggy decaying into nothing. Perhaps googolplexians of infinite forevers, countless TREE(3)s of Skaias drifting in the bosom of Paradox Space vast and eternal, only to die in darkness as surely as they were born in light. Unending gods slain across endless seas of incomprehensible wars, a war rivaling the oblivious crux in its banality to continuation, the harsh thorns of angelsong within in competition with broodfester without and strata below, a song rivaling the worldsong of omnicidal genesis.
But that was currently totally irrelevant. A young(ish) horrorterror taking the form of a young troll for the lulz stands in a room of a house that was not originally his, now at the edge of an Incipisphere ripe for invasion, and it is neither his birthday nor his naming-time. With the aid of an AI and a goddess, he is about to plunge into a long-term intervention and wreck the place in the name of science. Meanwhile, **error_#404null TRANSLATION OVERRIDE** T̴͒̓̀ͣ̑ͨ́͆̾̆ͪ̎̾̂̆͏̰͉̙̫̫͓̲H̩̰͚̤̣̮̗̰̝̜̙̗͗ͧ̍̓̈́̓ͣ͌͛̃̀́͡I̷͙̯̤͉̤̣͙̱̺̪̩͐ͫͮ͒̾ͬͪ̋ͬ̎̀̂̿͂S̼̖̳̳̦̠̳͎̳̖̘̱̉ͨ̒̒ͩ̍͒͗̄̊́͌͌́̀͢͜͝ ̺̙̻̘͔͓̮̤͓̾͑́͊͛̄͂̏ͦ̄̔͊ͨ͗̂̇͝I̷̵̻̪͈͍ͪͪͦͩ̍͒ͦͨ͗̆͐ͩͤ̀̀͘S̵̴̢̢̞͖̤̺͔͔͍͚̳̙̻̜͗̀̐̒͛ͫ̋̒ͧ̀ͬ̿̚ͅ ̉ͨ̿ͤ̉͂̅̍́ͫ͛ͣ̾̋̚҉̬̲̻̳̦̹͚͍͎̘̺̰̼̤̭̥̠̫̣N̡̲̖̤̭̲͈̠̔ͫͥ̉ͪ̈͊ͮͨ̀̚͘Ǫ͔̤̠͎͓̟͙̠͒ͩ́͊͐̓́͌̾̉̓̎͌̌͑ͪ͆̐͜͝͡T̶̛̲̩̰͇̖͛͒ͩ͋ͪͤͤͬ̃ͤ̒ͤ͘ ͎̣̣̗͈̒́ͪ͒͐͗ͮ̆͑͠Ḫ̶̡͇̰̪̩̯͕͓̙̦ͬ̂͛̅̽͂͐̉̒̈́̑ͣ͒̒̚͟͠͞Ọ̸̡̥̳͇͍͙̝̩͕̯̙͙̩̈͋ͯ͊ͤ̓ͮͩͬ͗ͪ̾̃̄̂̓̏̏͜͟W̬̳̬͇͕̊̔ͤ̌̑̿̐̇̐̀͞ ̨̛̖̤̥͍̜̻̰̯͎̠̳̳͙ͪ̅̌̒̔̽͑̈̆͋̿̈͒ͤ̽̚͟I̶̷ͮ͒ͦ̀̇̉̃̅̍̈҉̸̯̭̱̠̪̣̙̻͔̼͖͍͟Tͯ̔́ͤ̏̑̊͂̈̽̒͛̿͌͗ͭ̆̎̊͟͜͏͚̩̩͓̻̠̳ ̶̤͎̜̟̰̗̮̳̝̹̲̍̽̈́ͧ̆ͯ͑̌̌̽̓ͯ́̕H̴̠͍̺͖̲̜ͩͮͫ̉̑̓̑̓ͯ̒ͪ͑̄̆̍Aͥ̄̂͆́̀͏͏̴̭̬̭̦͔̭̰̫̥̩̣͉̩͍̦̭̝̝P̷̶̷̢̯̤̱͈̦͙͙̼̣̫̅̍̋ͥ͋ͤͯͦ͆͋̓ͨͫ̇̃̓̆͢P̸̡̘̬̬͕̮̗͇͎̬͈̝͔̺̾͐̉̂̓͌͑̋̋ͣ̈̔́̍̍̄̃̽ͪ͡Ę̛͇͈͚̖̺̦̝̩̺̰̬̝̳̳̥ͨ͂ͧ̔́̿́̀͞ͅN̶̡̮̠͙͓̳͕̜̳̦͐̍ͩ́̋ͧ̃ͭ̐ͪ̒̿ͬ̆͊̄̇̀̚͞͡E̴̢̡̻͖̙̪͓̯̘̝̯̻͎̼̔̅ͫ̌̽ͭ͋̈ͦͣ̿̀̚D̨̞̩̼̘̣̙̦̝͖̰͙̠̱̗͓̦͈̃͐ͮ̾ͭ̈́́́ͅ ̪͔͕̭̝͛̿̊̓͗̔ͣ́ͥ͢͡Ĝͧ̋̀͆ͪ̍͂ͫ̾̓ͭ̋ͥ̉͞͏̡͇͇̞̥͓̲̘̠̦̟̺͓̘̳̱͘͝ͅͅͅĘ̶̴̶̱͇̺̬̠̯̦͕̭̻̹͔̟̘͚̗ͭ̓̊̒̌͛̆ͫ̇ͧ̑T̴̸̛̲̜͈̻̣̗̪̩̟̠̱̳͑ͦ̔̎͂̓͂̎ͭ̒ͩ̐ͫ̀͗ͤ͌̏̍͢ ̧̳̩̗̠̺̤͎̍̌̋̐͆̅̃̊̈́͛ͧ͟Ȯ̴͈̟̗̭̪̜̥ͬ̔̈̽͑̊͘ͅŬ̜͉̹̩̩̥̫̜̯̮̯͕̬̻̎͂̆̎̉̈̏͐̿̾̄͞T̹͍̞̬̣̼̘̼̄̓ͪͭ̂́̑ͨͦͦ̉̿́̕ ̸̸̱̼̝̬̤̯̫̗̽͒͌̃̐͐͢͟͠O̿̏͆̊̈̃̋ͦ̓͝҉̸̸͙̯̭̬͚̬̙͈F̑̏̃ͭͤͣͭͨ͗͌̅͏̰̰̻̼̬͇͉͝ ̈͑ͩ̈́ͯ̎͂ͦ̿̊̇ͦ̀̉̚͜͏̸́͏̹̞̤̥̩͕͎̖̗ͅM̤͇̟̺̺̻̖̫̰͇̅͆̉̂͊̋̐̔ͫ̀͐͆̿̈́̇ͫ͜͠͡Y̴̧̛̟̻̖̦͕̙͉͍̺̬̫̲̣͙̱̯̠̹̑̅̈͊̎̂̓̿̃̇̓͗͋͐͋͝ͅ ̶̨̧͓̤̖̊̽ͮ͗̋ͮ̃̎̾̿͂̑ͪͯ͛̄ͨ̈͋͝͝ͅH̵̭̪̫̗̭͑̎̈́ͮ̉̈́͌̎ͨͮ̈ͥ̓́E̡͊̄ͧ̅ͬ̽̋ͦ̇̆́͟҉͙̘̹̹̭͚̻͓Å̵̢̡̢̹͇̯̰̝͔͇̤̘̗̂̀ͩ̓̊ͮ̈́̃̉͗͊̒̅̐̈́D̨̢̧̯̤͎́̑̾ͦ̐͌ͣͦ͋̃̉̎́ͬ̾̌̌͝ ̢̧̡̭̜̯̖̘͕͈̣̼̣͙̺̭͙͕̜ͮͪ͗̎ͣ́ͯ́ͤͮ͌͝ͅD̫̺͕͖̺͓̳̦̘͖ͨ̉͂̈́͑̽͗̓ͤ͛͐̿͋̀́ͅͅI͌ͭ̊ͫ̒̇͂ͨ̌ͦ̾ͧͯ̇҉̛̯̟͍̻̞̼̳̼̦̞̭̩͚̙̬̙̱̀͡E̛̲͙͔̳̭͎̻̣͙̘͓̱̤͔̠̲̓ͪ̽͊̐͜͡͞ ͚̻͇͓͇͉̻̰̣͌̅̑̑ͬ̍̈́ͪ̉́͢D̸̷̡̦͇̯̺̬͉̩̱̯̯̻̤̐ͫ̔́̓̐͋̍̉́̚͟I̬̠̖̥̟̦̫̝͎̽̀̋̐ͮ͌̾̉ͨ̾ͯ̾ͭ͘͠ͅE̎̃̉ͫ̂̄̅͋̄͂ͥ͗̽̄͏̴̰̟̝̮̗̠͓͕͜ ̨̞͔͕͉̪̱͙͔͔̯̥̱͕̗̯̥̳̪͎ͯ̐͊̌͟͠D̶̡͈̼̳̙̮̳̭͖̺̗̫̳̟͚̪̜͉̻͗̑ͨ̄͒̐͗̈́͝I̧̢͔͉͎͖ͦ̃̆͒̑̏ͩ́͌͝É̷̟̬̬͕̼̜͔̱͒͂̄ͫͫ̈́̀͡!̵̉̋̄̕͏̷҉̥̟̺̻̯̪͓̟̟̠̝̝͓̞̬̞!̸̵̳̤̖̖̜͙͚̭̥̥̦͒͛ͪ̂͛̉̇̆ͯ̌̾̇͋͐̌͛͐ͧ́̚!̪̞͎̟̹̐ͩ͋́̑ͤ͜͜ [CORRUPTED] **CONTINUITY RESTORED**.
But more importantly, who or what will Skaia allot to its defense, to create an Ultimate Reward even in the face of this undesired intrusion? Perhaps some replayers who finished off their session and found their way here, or even first-timers? The host world(s? Nothing is certain, not anymore.) below could be anything, and their entry is cast in far less stone and text than normal. Even the towers are strangely indeterminate as of yet, with infinite strange construction bashing about wildly, and strange outside communications burrowing in.
What have we here? No, really. I have no idea and could use a little help here.
((OOC: This is basically whatever session horrorTerror is primarily messing about in at the moment, mostly run by me, but feel free to work as you like, I'll get around it somehow no matter WHAT you do, no matter how utterly disastrous or egregiously misplaced, I'm serious, I can bullshit-write my way through whatever you counternarrate. If you would like to join, go right ahead and post a coherent player and do as you like. There are also an indeterminate and probably large number of other players and entities running around who will be contributing quietly to the gears of the session and sometimes less quietly as the situation demands. I'll leave it to someone else to set the number of players in stone if absolutely necessary. The session is the highly abnormal spawn of a mutant and/or poorly crafted genesis frog of a universe, full of everything from cancer to frog-STDs to mods to weird bugs and not the rangoon-curing kind and all sorts of new weird stuff. Things are generally acting strange and lore may prove more or less important than usual.
This occurs in the generic (though mostly reboot-neutral or pre-reboot version because I like lifecakes and pluckshakes) Replay Value AU at large with all the wrathful dummkopf Sburbery and permanent death problems, albeit with many of its former pillars of the community mysteriously disappeared and presumed dead or having lost contact rendering much of the replayer community in confused tatters and mass agitation. There are also some strange shifts in cosmology going on so if this gets off the ground, expect something special. >B33
))
You have been warned. Begin?
((OOC: wow that opening was weirdly supervillain-sounding to me anybody else get that vibe))
But that was currently totally irrelevant. A young(ish) horrorterror taking the form of a young troll for the lulz stands in a room of a house that was not originally his, now at the edge of an Incipisphere ripe for invasion, and it is neither his birthday nor his naming-time. With the aid of an AI and a goddess, he is about to plunge into a long-term intervention and wreck the place in the name of science. Meanwhile, **error_#404null TRANSLATION OVERRIDE** T̴͒̓̀ͣ̑ͨ́͆̾̆ͪ̎̾̂̆͏̰͉̙̫̫͓̲H̩̰͚̤̣̮̗̰̝̜̙̗͗ͧ̍̓̈́̓ͣ͌͛̃̀́͡I̷͙̯̤͉̤̣͙̱̺̪̩͐ͫͮ͒̾ͬͪ̋ͬ̎̀̂̿͂S̼̖̳̳̦̠̳͎̳̖̘̱̉ͨ̒̒ͩ̍͒͗̄̊́͌͌́̀͢͜͝ ̺̙̻̘͔͓̮̤͓̾͑́͊͛̄͂̏ͦ̄̔͊ͨ͗̂̇͝I̷̵̻̪͈͍ͪͪͦͩ̍͒ͦͨ͗̆͐ͩͤ̀̀͘S̵̴̢̢̞͖̤̺͔͔͍͚̳̙̻̜͗̀̐̒͛ͫ̋̒ͧ̀ͬ̿̚ͅ ̉ͨ̿ͤ̉͂̅̍́ͫ͛ͣ̾̋̚҉̬̲̻̳̦̹͚͍͎̘̺̰̼̤̭̥̠̫̣N̡̲̖̤̭̲͈̠̔ͫͥ̉ͪ̈͊ͮͨ̀̚͘Ǫ͔̤̠͎͓̟͙̠͒ͩ́͊͐̓́͌̾̉̓̎͌̌͑ͪ͆̐͜͝͡T̶̛̲̩̰͇̖͛͒ͩ͋ͪͤͤͬ̃ͤ̒ͤ͘ ͎̣̣̗͈̒́ͪ͒͐͗ͮ̆͑͠Ḫ̶̡͇̰̪̩̯͕͓̙̦ͬ̂͛̅̽͂͐̉̒̈́̑ͣ͒̒̚͟͠͞Ọ̸̡̥̳͇͍͙̝̩͕̯̙͙̩̈͋ͯ͊ͤ̓ͮͩͬ͗ͪ̾̃̄̂̓̏̏͜͟W̬̳̬͇͕̊̔ͤ̌̑̿̐̇̐̀͞ ̨̛̖̤̥͍̜̻̰̯͎̠̳̳͙ͪ̅̌̒̔̽͑̈̆͋̿̈͒ͤ̽̚͟I̶̷ͮ͒ͦ̀̇̉̃̅̍̈҉̸̯̭̱̠̪̣̙̻͔̼͖͍͟Tͯ̔́ͤ̏̑̊͂̈̽̒͛̿͌͗ͭ̆̎̊͟͜͏͚̩̩͓̻̠̳ ̶̤͎̜̟̰̗̮̳̝̹̲̍̽̈́ͧ̆ͯ͑̌̌̽̓ͯ́̕H̴̠͍̺͖̲̜ͩͮͫ̉̑̓̑̓ͯ̒ͪ͑̄̆̍Aͥ̄̂͆́̀͏͏̴̭̬̭̦͔̭̰̫̥̩̣͉̩͍̦̭̝̝P̷̶̷̢̯̤̱͈̦͙͙̼̣̫̅̍̋ͥ͋ͤͯͦ͆͋̓ͨͫ̇̃̓̆͢P̸̡̘̬̬͕̮̗͇͎̬͈̝͔̺̾͐̉̂̓͌͑̋̋ͣ̈̔́̍̍̄̃̽ͪ͡Ę̛͇͈͚̖̺̦̝̩̺̰̬̝̳̳̥ͨ͂ͧ̔́̿́̀͞ͅN̶̡̮̠͙͓̳͕̜̳̦͐̍ͩ́̋ͧ̃ͭ̐ͪ̒̿ͬ̆͊̄̇̀̚͞͡E̴̢̡̻͖̙̪͓̯̘̝̯̻͎̼̔̅ͫ̌̽ͭ͋̈ͦͣ̿̀̚D̨̞̩̼̘̣̙̦̝͖̰͙̠̱̗͓̦͈̃͐ͮ̾ͭ̈́́́ͅ ̪͔͕̭̝͛̿̊̓͗̔ͣ́ͥ͢͡Ĝͧ̋̀͆ͪ̍͂ͫ̾̓ͭ̋ͥ̉͞͏̡͇͇̞̥͓̲̘̠̦̟̺͓̘̳̱͘͝ͅͅͅĘ̶̴̶̱͇̺̬̠̯̦͕̭̻̹͔̟̘͚̗ͭ̓̊̒̌͛̆ͫ̇ͧ̑T̴̸̛̲̜͈̻̣̗̪̩̟̠̱̳͑ͦ̔̎͂̓͂̎ͭ̒ͩ̐ͫ̀͗ͤ͌̏̍͢ ̧̳̩̗̠̺̤͎̍̌̋̐͆̅̃̊̈́͛ͧ͟Ȯ̴͈̟̗̭̪̜̥ͬ̔̈̽͑̊͘ͅŬ̜͉̹̩̩̥̫̜̯̮̯͕̬̻̎͂̆̎̉̈̏͐̿̾̄͞T̹͍̞̬̣̼̘̼̄̓ͪͭ̂́̑ͨͦͦ̉̿́̕ ̸̸̱̼̝̬̤̯̫̗̽͒͌̃̐͐͢͟͠O̿̏͆̊̈̃̋ͦ̓͝҉̸̸͙̯̭̬͚̬̙͈F̑̏̃ͭͤͣͭͨ͗͌̅͏̰̰̻̼̬͇͉͝ ̈͑ͩ̈́ͯ̎͂ͦ̿̊̇ͦ̀̉̚͜͏̸́͏̹̞̤̥̩͕͎̖̗ͅM̤͇̟̺̺̻̖̫̰͇̅͆̉̂͊̋̐̔ͫ̀͐͆̿̈́̇ͫ͜͠͡Y̴̧̛̟̻̖̦͕̙͉͍̺̬̫̲̣͙̱̯̠̹̑̅̈͊̎̂̓̿̃̇̓͗͋͐͋͝ͅ ̶̨̧͓̤̖̊̽ͮ͗̋ͮ̃̎̾̿͂̑ͪͯ͛̄ͨ̈͋͝͝ͅH̵̭̪̫̗̭͑̎̈́ͮ̉̈́͌̎ͨͮ̈ͥ̓́E̡͊̄ͧ̅ͬ̽̋ͦ̇̆́͟҉͙̘̹̹̭͚̻͓Å̵̢̡̢̹͇̯̰̝͔͇̤̘̗̂̀ͩ̓̊ͮ̈́̃̉͗͊̒̅̐̈́D̨̢̧̯̤͎́̑̾ͦ̐͌ͣͦ͋̃̉̎́ͬ̾̌̌͝ ̢̧̡̭̜̯̖̘͕͈̣̼̣͙̺̭͙͕̜ͮͪ͗̎ͣ́ͯ́ͤͮ͌͝ͅD̫̺͕͖̺͓̳̦̘͖ͨ̉͂̈́͑̽͗̓ͤ͛͐̿͋̀́ͅͅI͌ͭ̊ͫ̒̇͂ͨ̌ͦ̾ͧͯ̇҉̛̯̟͍̻̞̼̳̼̦̞̭̩͚̙̬̙̱̀͡E̛̲͙͔̳̭͎̻̣͙̘͓̱̤͔̠̲̓ͪ̽͊̐͜͡͞ ͚̻͇͓͇͉̻̰̣͌̅̑̑ͬ̍̈́ͪ̉́͢D̸̷̡̦͇̯̺̬͉̩̱̯̯̻̤̐ͫ̔́̓̐͋̍̉́̚͟I̬̠̖̥̟̦̫̝͎̽̀̋̐ͮ͌̾̉ͨ̾ͯ̾ͭ͘͠ͅE̎̃̉ͫ̂̄̅͋̄͂ͥ͗̽̄͏̴̰̟̝̮̗̠͓͕͜ ̨̞͔͕͉̪̱͙͔͔̯̥̱͕̗̯̥̳̪͎ͯ̐͊̌͟͠D̶̡͈̼̳̙̮̳̭͖̺̗̫̳̟͚̪̜͉̻͗̑ͨ̄͒̐͗̈́͝I̧̢͔͉͎͖ͦ̃̆͒̑̏ͩ́͌͝É̷̟̬̬͕̼̜͔̱͒͂̄ͫͫ̈́̀͡!̵̉̋̄̕͏̷҉̥̟̺̻̯̪͓̟̟̠̝̝͓̞̬̞!̸̵̳̤̖̖̜͙͚̭̥̥̦͒͛ͪ̂͛̉̇̆ͯ̌̾̇͋͐̌͛͐ͧ́̚!̪̞͎̟̹̐ͩ͋́̑ͤ͜͜ [CORRUPTED] **CONTINUITY RESTORED**.
But more importantly, who or what will Skaia allot to its defense, to create an Ultimate Reward even in the face of this undesired intrusion? Perhaps some replayers who finished off their session and found their way here, or even first-timers? The host world(s? Nothing is certain, not anymore.) below could be anything, and their entry is cast in far less stone and text than normal. Even the towers are strangely indeterminate as of yet, with infinite strange construction bashing about wildly, and strange outside communications burrowing in.
What have we here? No, really. I have no idea and could use a little help here.
((OOC: This is basically whatever session horrorTerror is primarily messing about in at the moment, mostly run by me, but feel free to work as you like, I'll get around it somehow no matter WHAT you do, no matter how utterly disastrous or egregiously misplaced, I'm serious, I can bullshit-write my way through whatever you counternarrate. If you would like to join, go right ahead and post a coherent player and do as you like. There are also an indeterminate and probably large number of other players and entities running around who will be contributing quietly to the gears of the session and sometimes less quietly as the situation demands. I'll leave it to someone else to set the number of players in stone if absolutely necessary. The session is the highly abnormal spawn of a mutant and/or poorly crafted genesis frog of a universe, full of everything from cancer to frog-STDs to mods to weird bugs and not the rangoon-curing kind and all sorts of new weird stuff. Things are generally acting strange and lore may prove more or less important than usual.
This occurs in the generic (though mostly reboot-neutral or pre-reboot version because I like lifecakes and pluckshakes) Replay Value AU at large with all the wrathful dummkopf Sburbery and permanent death problems, albeit with many of its former pillars of the community mysteriously disappeared and presumed dead or having lost contact rendering much of the replayer community in confused tatters and mass agitation. There are also some strange shifts in cosmology going on so if this gets off the ground, expect something special. >B33
))You have been warned. Begin?
((OOC: wow that opening was weirdly supervillain-sounding to me anybody else get that vibe))
sure why not
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