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Post by horrorTerror on Aug 6, 2015 11:44:08 GMT -5
First Wave: First Gate. ==> In a flurry of violence and construction, the masses ascend.
??: ? ==> Wilma isn't here right now! Fine. Chogno: Reveal thyself! No. You refuse. ...fine.
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Post by horrorTerror on Aug 7, 2015 12:02:11 GMT -5
Bettie Crockr: Remember you can go faster than light. ==> You realize that is a perfectly good idea, having killed like dozens of first guardians by now. You shove an entire floor downward at several thousand times the speed of light with just enough psionics to direct the resultant explosive force also downwards, then with the way clear you dart forward in violation of the speed limit that is lightspeed.
CHOGNO: REVEAL THYSELF THAT IS AN ORDER ==> ==> ==> No. WHY?! You can't figure out what your last name would be if you put on a troll disguise! *FACEPALMS VIOLENTLY* Try...uh...also chogno? Fine. CHOGNO NO CHOGNO: REVEAL THYSELF FOR REALZIES! ==> You still need to get the High Priestess' staff before you can do that! The gate is welded shut and only little horrorterrors can pierce the gaps! ... ... fine.
High Priestess: Discard your staff and let shenanigans do the rest. ==> You will not do that! In fact, you will use your budding Law powers to personally discourage the mere chance of that possibility! You DID throw away a spare staff so the Secret Consort will be very easily noticed, as it has a tracking device inside it. Your sprite having absconded to Skaia and having handed you the LOCALAO Guidebook and pendant with Song of Life, leaving you wandering alone about the Land of Cats and Law and Order in her battle-form and casually slaughtering imps, you find a consort hamlet populated by cats! The law is strong here, but you consult your Guidebook nonetheless. The elder cat says hello and with many cat puns gives you an abbreviated version of the Guidebook's major points on the land quest. He directs you to help the Dishonored Consort. Well, that was easy (and you'll net a potential follower too!) so let's do that. Mister dishonored consort is...wearing a dog helmet? What? Several minutes of lengthy boring dialogue that eventually concludes in casting Speak with Dead and literally having the ancestors tell him it's fine already geez shut up later, you get some information out of him and let him stay home since if you have to visit your Denizen he won't come. A short flight/run later, you have reached a Skaian Summoning, as denoted neatly by the flowers-and-chains plus signs of the Law. A crystalanth sits there, neatly protecting the area. Enabling [Negative Aperture], which you learned upon making the dishonored consort be ok with dogface disguise, you see no bad luck around here, merely a nice concentration of Law warding away bad possibilities. Looks like a nice place to rest. You sing the Song of Life for the hell of it, and the Secret Consort and entourage pop up. A wild conversation begins!
what now...? nobody knows SHE IS ALREADY THERE
Did anyone else feel something hide in the narrative? No, just me? Ok then, probably just a glitch in space and time, Sburb's ripe with those you know.
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Post by Nefer Nightbug on Aug 9, 2015 8:27:58 GMT -5
Yåldõrf Münÿång: My aspects, it is time. Today, we stand and fight. Pick your champions, pick your gods, and PRAY. For the love of Jaw, Armor, and Jenna, PRAY.
The sprite containing the embodiment of gentlemanMannerism silently seethed in frumious fury. She/it knew that it was her/its duty to lead the charge, and that much hinged on keeping the Second Guardian alive.
gMsprite: My liege, how can this be? The primal furies of the Ultimate King of Time cannot stop the Crock-pot's advance, so how are we supposed to save the very reality we live in? Even the Goddess of Truth, Kormir, cannot stop her. Torsprite: We have tried very hard. But Lord Cover is dead, having sacrificed her life to stop the madness of the Unovan mob. gMsprite: Very well then. We have no hope. It is impossib--- Giratinasprite: NONSENSE. There is hope in each and every one of us. Look at this.
The sprites gather around a map. A dinner-obsessed king, a High Priestess, a dancing botanist, a bootleg Yoshi and a Floran researcher-warrior show extreme signs of increasing activity. A pirate parrot squawks in alarm, marking the hour. A bumbling bear falls down a flight of stairs, never stopping to land in a goosebush.
Yåldõrf Münÿång: Hurry. The life itself fades from these lands. I fear a desolation is coming. It must be stopped.
Just then, an aspect of Icingdeath, bound to a Kernelsprite, spoke out.
Icingdeathsprite: MY LORD. I. HAVE SEEN HIM. IN MY DREAMS. THE DOVAHKIIN, DRAGON BALL. A sudden tumult of voices erupted after Icingdeath butchered the Dragonborn's title. Again. gM, Tor, Ganondorf, Giratina, Malefor, Kefkasprites: IiIIIiiIicInnnNgDEAthhHHhh... IIttiit'''ss's DRRaaaArAaaggoOOnnNnbooOrnn! Iblissprite: DAMMIT ICINGDEATH WE KEEP TELLING YOU THAT IT TRANSLATES TO DRAGONBORN Iblissprite: AND THE DRAGONBORN IS NOT A PART OF THIS FIGHT Yåldõrf Münÿång: ENOUGH, ARCEUS, ZEUS, AND KANAKO DAMMIT! Silence your bickering at once! The dragonborn will come when he wants to, and no sooner!
A clock ticks in an adequate silence. When silence is adequate no words are needed Why narrate the necessary caesura? Learn that some meaning is anaerobic Wisdom can be an intuitive withdrawal
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Post by horrorTerror on Aug 9, 2015 10:08:24 GMT -5
Derpy Hooves: Summon the Dragonborn! ==>
You do the eldritch abomination thing, shredding your innocuous pony form but for a moment to release the cry of requesting countless dragonsouls. You nom them all.
You are the dovahkiin, it is you.
Since ponies are also very very compact you waltz right past the cell membrane of the incipisphere's edge, and curl up into a little ball of pony and dragons....then smash violently into Skaia.
Universe: Contradict. ==>
This session is damaged beyond repair and likely the Reckoning will not be enough even with a hideously swelled Veil, and will likely scratch soon.
In fact, it is doing so now. On the lands of multiple Time players, scratch constructs roar to life. Ahriman got pissed that he was bilocating in close proximity and nagged Echidna and Hequet for hours until the former gave in and handed out the quills.
But Betty Crocker has done no less than edit the session disc.
The Scratch bugs out. Error messages fly.
To a piano and guitar mess, glitch artifacts floating in frozen spacetime, the assets are copied across a retconned reality.
In a morass of green against green, sessions, host worlds, countless realities folded neatly together...
Are punched across the barrier by the fist of Her Imperious Condescension, multiple Skaias floating together in the sky.
Second Wave: Enter, and First Gate. ==>
Even more Lands pop into being to match the doubled-and-then-some bodies.
Bettie utters as Vast Expletive, its tones matching the Sufferer's but for a different encoded message.
The bugs coalesced. A second Scratch. A third. A fourth. A fifth! A sixth even!
Even more teleportations, with the slow mourning of a universe ordered to hard-reboot repeatedly.
In the flow of chaos, the summit of trolls everywhere flipped out.
Third wave: Fourth wave: Fifth wave: Sixth wave: Seventh wave! All to the tune of obscenities!
The Skaias just blorped together, now (thanking to duplicated assets and some idiot during the fourth wave who accidentally alchemized Skaia like a billion times over) one big fat skaia in orbit of the Green Sun directly, other sessions twinkling like stars between the legitimate stars of horrorterror eyes popping in from the edges of a very strained cell membrane.
Oh dear.
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Post by Nefer Nightbug on Aug 19, 2015 9:00:12 GMT -5
Yåldõrf Münÿång: LEAD THE GODSDAMMED CHARGE, MY ASPECTS! gMsprite: STRIFE AGAINST THE IMPOSSIBLE FORCES! BEAT THEM BACK! *EXPLOSIONS* *wilhelm screams* *MOAR EXPLOSIONS* gMsprite: PICK YOUR GOD AND PRAY! WE WILL RIGHT THIS SESSION! IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S HOLY, KILL THEM ALL! [Aspect Power: Rage Awakened]!
Torsprite: THIS ENDS NOW! Alpha Strike「Phantom Hammer」
Giratinasprite: Distortion World「Shadow Force」
Iblissprite: Desire Incarnate「Incarnadine」
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Post by horrorTerror on Aug 19, 2015 18:54:52 GMT -5
Chogno: REVEAL THYSELF ALREADY!!!! ==>
Ugh, fine already.
"Hi." you say, popping out of the Skaian Magicant to find everything on fire, and a troll empress who was little more than an overpowered )(er Imperious Condescension copy ripping the world apart and bonking sprites with more lasers.
You pause.
"Nevermind, going back into hiding." you conclude, retreating back into the magicant.
T_T
hah
Boisterous Quartermaster: Report. ==>
You grab your walkie-talkie and call Defense, who have just recuperated from the LAST spacetime-destroying menace. You sigh, staring out one of the station windows and watching spacetime crack like an egg. This is going to be a long day. You suppose it's time to [Psychogenesis].
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Post by hunterWarrior on Aug 28, 2015 13:22:36 GMT -5
hW's LOG: STARDATE 4451 >SESSION STATUS: SITUATION NORMAL ALL FUCKED UP >PERSONAL STATUS: ALL WORN OUT >INVENTORY: LOW ON pluckshakes, nanowrap bandages >CREDITS: 413,485,289,324,547 >ARMOR STATUS: JUST FINE >HEALTH: kept between 75% and 50% to avoid raising suspicions from dersite population >PLUCK: RECHARGING. AGAIN. >NOTES: finished exploring tower at 45"12'E 34"01'S, found consort village at 45"10'E 34"00'S, found dungeon at 44"75'E 33"45'S, found crystalanth at 45"00'E 34"00'S, noticed odd structure at 44"99'E 33"99'S, rescued consort from underlings at the odd structure, finished rigging explosives to earthsea, destroyed candy bed at 44"73'E 32"96'S, warped from gate at 44"50'E 32"50'S > found a new weapon, but I can't use it
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Post by Nefer Nightbug on Aug 29, 2015 6:14:18 GMT -5
> noticed odd structure at 44"99'E 33"99'S, rescued consort from underlings at the odd structure > found a new weapon, but I can't use it The weapon he found was actually a Titanium Greataxe with Flow powers, but he doesn't have AXEKIND or GAXEKIND. The odd structure looks not unlike a banana.
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Post by horrorTerror on Aug 29, 2015 10:26:48 GMT -5
From the memory of a dersite moon, spin a green citadel. ==>
You are now the Green Moon, resurrected across kaian and version by the limitless powers of the Green Sun and others besides, reconstituted from the collective power of a slain moon of Derse and an excessively powerful Liv Tyler. Your orbit is well within that of the Megaskaia's titanic Incipisphere's, keeping you safely outside of its strange song. kden.
Green John: Kill King Harkinian. ==>
"ok mister narrative prompt!" he says, then flies down to the Quest Crypt to kill King Harkinian's green dreamself by bashing him on the head with the Warhammer of Zillyhoo.
King Harkinian: Ascend excessively. ==>
The Vast Oah is released, as countless Harkinianselves from Aaa to Zzzyxn simultaneously ascend and fuse, rising from the Battlefield. A new Everything of Everything has risen.
Bettie Crockr: Release new Vast Expletive. ==>
You do so, your reverberating obscenity equaling the Sufferer's in all respects but the frequencies encoding your philosophy, and your natural voicetype differences, while simultaneously bashing Giratinasprite on the head with forks made of lasers.
Dovahderpy: Roar. ==>
A titanic dragon erupts from the Megaskaian conjoined Battlefields!
And it's also Derpy Hooves. Who is spamming FUS RO DAH. That can't possibly end well, right?
The session is currently relatively normal fuckedupedness, though King Harkinian has gone back to land questing and )(IC Expy is preoccupied with many MANY sprites attacking her with about as many lasers as she is producing.
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Post by Nefer Nightbug on Aug 29, 2015 11:54:26 GMT -5
hW's LOG: STARDATE 4452 >SESSION STATUS: SITUATION ABNORMAL ALL FUCKED UP >PERSONAL STATUS: ALL WORN OUT >INVENTORY: OUT OF pluckshakes, nanowrap bandages, red stim packs, dry dirt, blastrock; LOW ON torches, steak >CREDITS: 413,485,289,324,547 >ARMOR STATUS: JUST FINE >HEALTH: kept between 75% and 50% to avoid raising suspicions from dersite population >PLUCK: RECHARGING. AGAIN. >NOTES: found large underground mine complex at 56"12'W 12"00'N (didn't explore,) finally located lake mentioned in quest at 67"68'W 32"54'N, located magicant at 59"34'W 22"00'N, warped from gate at 70"00'W 30"00'N
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Post by Nefer on Sept 14, 2015 12:28:36 GMT -5
hW's LOG: STARDATE 4593 >SESSION STATUS: SITUATION ABNORMAL ALL FUCKED UP >PERSONAL STATUS: ALL WORN OUT, SCARED AS ALL HELL >INVENTORY: OUT OF pluckshakes, nanowrap bandages, red stim packs, dry dirt, blastrock; LOW ON torches, steak, glim, wood, moondust >CREDITS: 413 >ARMOR STATUS: PERFECT IN EVERY WAY >HEALTH: 1%. CRITICAL STATUS. >PLUCK: RECHARGING. AGAIN. >NOTES: killed the nightmare heir! then again, the earthsea's not in the same place as it spawned, so I currently have the burnt remains of my nightmare heir on me. decent alchemy results accidentally crafted myself using a red frog && nightmare heir's left fourth toe || blank fraymotif || avian doll && needlewands && corpse of azurite player killer that got squashed by the falling earthsea || tesla coil || bad fanfiction && red crayon || head of jack noir && dead baby angel || horrorterror tentacle && computer mouse bastard tried to kill me! thankfully he's tied up and stuffed into the ship's locker now discovered an intact session disk in the magicant at about 9234433w423456345x34678824234y76525764z! it's asking for a password. narrowed it down to 10^24 bits of entropy
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Post by horrorTerror on Sept 14, 2015 21:02:20 GMT -5
Fake!Hussie: Defend the disk! ==>
Nah. You'd rather party with yourself. And yourself. And these other selves. Seriously, you are just having a flailing orangey Waste of Space party up in here. There's still 10^24 bits of entropy of potential standing between that hunterWarrior and a disk security breach. Maybe later.
Fake!Hussie: Defend the session? ==>
No. You don't want to deal with the shenanigans right now. Like the wily Chogno, you're going to sit this one out until it reaches critical mass if and when that happens, and maybe escape at some point. Maybe later. 613 (no, not 612) year break sounds good.
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Post by Nefer on Sept 15, 2015 7:51:15 GMT -5
hW's LOG: STARDATE 4594 >SESSION STATUS: SITUATION ABNORMAL ALL FUCKED UP >PERSONAL STATUS: ALL WORN OUT >INVENTORY: OUT OF pluckshakes, nanowrap bandages, red stim packs, dry dirt, blastrock, steak; LOW ON torches, glim, wood, moondust >CREDITS: 413 >ARMOR STATUS: PERFECT IN EVERY WAY >HEALTH: 100%. DERSITE FORCES HAPPY. >PLUCK: RECHARGING. AGAIN. >NOTES: myself broke out of the locker and died. godtiered and suffered a just death. the body's gone, but his shiny was left behind. recrafted myself using myself's shiny && nightmare heir's shiny (the other option was the ultimate reward door, and that's still available.) sent myself to work on the password. so far he's at correc_ho___batt__s__a_le found denizen. died on me while I wasn't looking. stupid thing, was hoping for a new test subject because, you know, I'm a biologist first, researcher second, hunter third took down three candy beasts, one of which a black king stumbled across a small force of first guardians. they're getting murdered in droves out there! I must help them somehow. going to tinker with the corpses and shinies. didn't recover the denizen's shiny, though, just his corpse. >NOTES: I managed to make a new weapon! (that one weapon) && myself's shiny || denizen corpse && FG shiny also made an artifact object out of FG shiny && FG shiny && myself's shiny && nightmare heir's shiny. seems to be called 'Mapleland the Necro-Fantasy of Light' and it is a mysterious weapon that has allocated itself into my strife deck without permission. might be sentient. >NOTES: made a few backup myselves. FG shiny || FG shiny makes a kernelsprite. combined FG shiny && myself and got myself as a first guardian. he seems to be absorbing my myselves. he did leave the codecracker alone, though, so that's good. I think he's cominy
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Post by {ß;6ìºlo¬bŒ¬b½Žœ on Sept 16, 2015 9:45:43 GMT -5
hW: Two become One. The Green Sun... it becomes silent. The code to the session... correct... something something something. hW: Mapleland the Necro-Fantasy of Light. A weapon that is a first guardian. It has absorbed the kernelsprite and the greataxe, and has taken on the form of a colossal zweihänder of infinite density and zero mass. A blade that can cleave gaps in reality. Slice apart abstract concepts. Bifurcate bedrock, rend asunder slade, carve hearts. Splice stars into their atomic components. hW: I am who I am. This is my story. And you, SBURB, Crocker, are not part of it. hW: I am hunterWarrior, Second Guardian. I am absolute.
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Post by horrorTerror on Sept 16, 2015 17:28:01 GMT -5
Annej Day Instant: Freeze. ==>
You can finish your prank later.
Hurled across everything by the hand of chlorine gas at the order of the Queen of Frost within the Empress of Flame, your prongs tearing into the fabric of time and space, you stop. Not just yourself, everything.
A radiant green sun has coordinated with the light of Skaia.
The words of the angeldevil Vanguard muttered across past in future in her battle against the Nedben, in the battle that formally ended Or Something Like That, resound in the hearts of dead ghosts: This isn't your story.
"You forget." the troll smiles in a pocket of pseudotime antipassage, a new 2x3dent spun into her hands, both grinning the ancient smile of the Girl in the Machine fighting the Boy in the Monster.
Somehow, even the most complete silence, a withering of the chains of the kaian, is not enough.
In the words of Vanguard yet again: In a game of the gods, nothing is absolute anymore.
Reality weaves into infinite fractals, a magicant born of all aspects combined. It is unsurprising. Code and majyyks swirl about, as in the heart of a dying Green Sun collapsing into a small purple singularity merging with a dying fused Skaia firing billiard balls and sporadically sprouting shiny new black holes, an enantiomorph expy begins to form.
Observed by kings, the battle freezes. Annej Day Instant is cold.
A melted instant, and the battle is jammed in *slow time*.
The frazzled remains of the session watch in awe as moons and lands and veils alike join to watch...Nothing happening. The light is stalled.
Well, now that the two ones are locked down, what now?
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