Post by unfathomableArchitect on Aug 12, 2012 17:58:06 GMT -5
(( This hasn't been edited yet, but I wanted to post it anyways, so heh, here it is. I'm thinking of putting it on AO3 after I get the time to edit it and mess around with it. But for now, I hope you enjoy. :3 ))
(( Oh, yes, and it was inspired by uA being called a fatalist IC on a comment, so I decided to write about how a Smith of Hope would become a Seer of Doom and gain such a dark perspective... while secretly keeping a little bit of his native aspect in his own way. ))
Haha wow jegus it hurts when those stupid magic cueballs explode in your face. Jegus? Ugh. I've been hanging out with too many trolls. Mixed species sessions are so weird.
Okay, where was I? Ah, yeah. I'm unfathomableArchetect, better known around the forums as "Oh gog, that stupid fatalist again, not this shit again." Well, I'm here to give you all a message.
Keep playing.
~~~~~~~~~
Ninth session. I was our Bane of Blood. It was pretty routine at first. You know, game-breaking glitches, Void player's real self dying before entry and his dreamself becoming his real self. The usual.
You know, that Void player bit should've been my first hint that something was up.
Anyways, there was one special thing about our session that made me jump for joy.
Her.
Yes, her. The love of my life, nurseWhat, from my first session. She was a Witch of Life this time instead of a Dame of Time. We'd been doing some cross-incipisphere dating since then, but she split up with me during my sixth session. Said she just... couldn't go on away from me anymore and keep this up.
I said it was 0kay but it really wasn't.
Anyways, me and nurseWhat made a Union so Unbreakable you couldn't smash that thing with a Chaos Dunk. It was awesome. The game suggested we split apart so many times, but that just wasn't happening. Luckily we figured out this neat trick where you can get another Unbreakable Union with you and just keep trading partners like some kind of weird Blues Dance thing and create this big wheel of Unions.
It's a little bit unweildly and you need at least 8 players in your session to pull it off without dragging everyone off their plot timelines, but man when you can do it it's awesome and I recommend it forever.
Ahem. Anyways. Our UU partners were an older couple who were also in their first session together in ages Heir of Dreams and Maid of Heart who, partway through the session, got -pregnant-! How's that a thing? That's insane. But they were part of the Sburb Ending Mod group, so back then I figured 'Hey whatev I dun give a flip I got my nurseWhat and you can jus' get all big and waddle 'round the battlefield, Bane of Blood's got your back."
It was all going pretty good. Then one by one...
Our players start dying.
~~
At first it was just a dreamself here or a realself there followed by a Corpsesmooch. Our Scout of Time starts coming and kissing people like crazy and slapping poisoned items out of our hands. There was poison in everything. A festering poison. Danger behind every corner. Slowly, but surely, we were being killed off, one by one. Only the four of us were safe; safety in numbers, I guess. Even then the Scout showed up and saved /our/ butts a few times.
But jumping around saving everybody was wearing on him. It was wearing on all of us. We were being chipped away by something toxic, something evil.
When we found the scout dead with his pendant is when all of a sudden pain ripped through me from my liver, like it was going to explode, and with a scream our Heart and Dream player died. I only survived because of my Blood resiliance.
I looked back at nurseWhat and she only frowned. "I'm sorry," she said. "It was supposed to be instant."
tT: What's going on?
nW: u should have died already
nW: fuck I forgot about the bloody thing
nW: it was supposed to be quick.
tT: What do you mean, Ana?!
nW: i mean i wanted to kill u quick so you wouldn't suffer.
tT: What are you talking about?!
I was crying. Blubbering, inelegantly.
nW: arent u tired of it all
nW: runnin around
nW: gettin mature
nW: makin friends
nW: fallin in love
nW: dyin
nW: un-dyin
tT: Yeah but what the fuck what the fuck what are you doing Ana?
nW: they promised me
tT: They?
nW: they told me they would save us
nW: we could live together
nW: forever
nW: all i had to do was kill everyone
nW: and then we could share a dreambubble
nW: forever
tT: You don't mean... the others?
nW: i love u
nW: i always did
nW: will u marry me?
nW: will u dreamarry me?
tT: WHAT?!
tT: Are you crazy?!
tT: Seriously?!
nW: yes im serious!
nW: i want to spend forever w/u!
tT: Ana... you... look at you.
tT: How did you even do this?!
nW: they gave me this special session
nW: and this special power
tT: Power?!
nW: to hide my true title and aspect!
tT: ...What are you, then?
nW: n.n why a grace of doom silly
nW: how else would i know skeletondanse love
That one Doom skill that reduces poison resistance by as much as 200%? Yeah.
nW: now hold still so i can use it again
nurseWhat was so corrupted that she actually thought I would enjoy this. She was corrupted on a fundamental level, further than any number in any hidden stat could ever describe. Shit like that doesn't get numerical.
As for me? I was so hurt, so upset, so confused that I didn't know what was going on until Chaotic Strength went off, and so did her head.
So here I was, sitting alone, my eyes numbly on the body of my old flame, looking at the forms of the lovers who were going to defy the cruelty of Sburb and escape - with a child, no less, meteors beginning to fall onto a battlefield that /still/ wasn't complete because we still hadn't gotten the Void Player's house in!
I'm still here, on my fourteenth session, and in fact my fifth session both as unfathomableArchetect and as a Doom player (Protip: Try not to come to hate any aspect. If you do, Sburb will give it to you. Repeatedly), so obviously I found a way to win all by myself.
I ended up sending my dreamself back on a meteor using a Skaia Portal Map left by our Scout of Time, then suckerstabbing the Void player before he could enter the game... then waiting in the shadow of his void veil until the right moment, then prototyping a certain doll.
The Black King learned the hard way that the middle of a fight with a /Bane/ who was fighting for the sake of the dreams and wishes of his fallen /Blood/ Brothers is not a good time or place to have your total number of arms and eyes reduced to zero. His amazing blue hair did little to sway me.
~~~~~~
I later found out that at roughly the same time (relative to whatever...weird paradoxspace shit is going on on these forums) as my session, every single member of the Sburb Ending Mod group had been killed in a session wipe or near-wipe by an Others-corrupted PK.
So keep living. Keep playing. Spite the others. Win. Keep winning. One day we'll win without a doubt. One day we'll escape this hell and live in one of the universes that we make. Because I reject this unending hell.
This has been unfathomableArchetect, formerly known as teriyakiTinkerer.
~ Current Seer of Doom. Native Smith of Hope.
(( Oh, yes, and it was inspired by uA being called a fatalist IC on a comment, so I decided to write about how a Smith of Hope would become a Seer of Doom and gain such a dark perspective... while secretly keeping a little bit of his native aspect in his own way. ))
Haha wow jegus it hurts when those stupid magic cueballs explode in your face. Jegus? Ugh. I've been hanging out with too many trolls. Mixed species sessions are so weird.
Okay, where was I? Ah, yeah. I'm unfathomableArchetect, better known around the forums as "Oh gog, that stupid fatalist again, not this shit again." Well, I'm here to give you all a message.
Keep playing.
~~~~~~~~~
Ninth session. I was our Bane of Blood. It was pretty routine at first. You know, game-breaking glitches, Void player's real self dying before entry and his dreamself becoming his real self. The usual.
You know, that Void player bit should've been my first hint that something was up.
Anyways, there was one special thing about our session that made me jump for joy.
Her.
Yes, her. The love of my life, nurseWhat, from my first session. She was a Witch of Life this time instead of a Dame of Time. We'd been doing some cross-incipisphere dating since then, but she split up with me during my sixth session. Said she just... couldn't go on away from me anymore and keep this up.
I said it was 0kay but it really wasn't.
Anyways, me and nurseWhat made a Union so Unbreakable you couldn't smash that thing with a Chaos Dunk. It was awesome. The game suggested we split apart so many times, but that just wasn't happening. Luckily we figured out this neat trick where you can get another Unbreakable Union with you and just keep trading partners like some kind of weird Blues Dance thing and create this big wheel of Unions.
It's a little bit unweildly and you need at least 8 players in your session to pull it off without dragging everyone off their plot timelines, but man when you can do it it's awesome and I recommend it forever.
Ahem. Anyways. Our UU partners were an older couple who were also in their first session together in ages Heir of Dreams and Maid of Heart who, partway through the session, got -pregnant-! How's that a thing? That's insane. But they were part of the Sburb Ending Mod group, so back then I figured 'Hey whatev I dun give a flip I got my nurseWhat and you can jus' get all big and waddle 'round the battlefield, Bane of Blood's got your back."
It was all going pretty good. Then one by one...
Our players start dying.
~~
At first it was just a dreamself here or a realself there followed by a Corpsesmooch. Our Scout of Time starts coming and kissing people like crazy and slapping poisoned items out of our hands. There was poison in everything. A festering poison. Danger behind every corner. Slowly, but surely, we were being killed off, one by one. Only the four of us were safe; safety in numbers, I guess. Even then the Scout showed up and saved /our/ butts a few times.
But jumping around saving everybody was wearing on him. It was wearing on all of us. We were being chipped away by something toxic, something evil.
When we found the scout dead with his pendant is when all of a sudden pain ripped through me from my liver, like it was going to explode, and with a scream our Heart and Dream player died. I only survived because of my Blood resiliance.
I looked back at nurseWhat and she only frowned. "I'm sorry," she said. "It was supposed to be instant."
tT: What's going on?
nW: u should have died already
nW: fuck I forgot about the bloody thing
nW: it was supposed to be quick.
tT: What do you mean, Ana?!
nW: i mean i wanted to kill u quick so you wouldn't suffer.
tT: What are you talking about?!
I was crying. Blubbering, inelegantly.
nW: arent u tired of it all
nW: runnin around
nW: gettin mature
nW: makin friends
nW: fallin in love
nW: dyin
nW: un-dyin
tT: Yeah but what the fuck what the fuck what are you doing Ana?
nW: they promised me
tT: They?
nW: they told me they would save us
nW: we could live together
nW: forever
nW: all i had to do was kill everyone
nW: and then we could share a dreambubble
nW: forever
tT: You don't mean... the others?
nW: i love u
nW: i always did
nW: will u marry me?
nW: will u dreamarry me?
tT: WHAT?!
tT: Are you crazy?!
tT: Seriously?!
nW: yes im serious!
nW: i want to spend forever w/u!
tT: Ana... you... look at you.
tT: How did you even do this?!
nW: they gave me this special session
nW: and this special power
tT: Power?!
nW: to hide my true title and aspect!
tT: ...What are you, then?
nW: n.n why a grace of doom silly
nW: how else would i know skeletondanse love
That one Doom skill that reduces poison resistance by as much as 200%? Yeah.
nW: now hold still so i can use it again
nurseWhat was so corrupted that she actually thought I would enjoy this. She was corrupted on a fundamental level, further than any number in any hidden stat could ever describe. Shit like that doesn't get numerical.
As for me? I was so hurt, so upset, so confused that I didn't know what was going on until Chaotic Strength went off, and so did her head.
So here I was, sitting alone, my eyes numbly on the body of my old flame, looking at the forms of the lovers who were going to defy the cruelty of Sburb and escape - with a child, no less, meteors beginning to fall onto a battlefield that /still/ wasn't complete because we still hadn't gotten the Void Player's house in!
I'm still here, on my fourteenth session, and in fact my fifth session both as unfathomableArchetect and as a Doom player (Protip: Try not to come to hate any aspect. If you do, Sburb will give it to you. Repeatedly), so obviously I found a way to win all by myself.
I ended up sending my dreamself back on a meteor using a Skaia Portal Map left by our Scout of Time, then suckerstabbing the Void player before he could enter the game... then waiting in the shadow of his void veil until the right moment, then prototyping a certain doll.
The Black King learned the hard way that the middle of a fight with a /Bane/ who was fighting for the sake of the dreams and wishes of his fallen /Blood/ Brothers is not a good time or place to have your total number of arms and eyes reduced to zero. His amazing blue hair did little to sway me.
~~~~~~
I later found out that at roughly the same time (relative to whatever...weird paradoxspace shit is going on on these forums) as my session, every single member of the Sburb Ending Mod group had been killed in a session wipe or near-wipe by an Others-corrupted PK.
So keep living. Keep playing. Spite the others. Win. Keep winning. One day we'll win without a doubt. One day we'll escape this hell and live in one of the universes that we make. Because I reject this unending hell.
This has been unfathomableArchetect, formerly known as teriyakiTinkerer.
~ Current Seer of Doom. Native Smith of Hope.