ENTITY ACTIONS: Darkness and Bicyclops, destroy the Wall for once and for all.
How do you kill this Empty Chimera thing? Destroy its appendages and do absolutely nothing to its vital organs, if it even has any?
ACTION 1: Whatever the case, I begin to stand completely still. So completely still that not even a hair on my head is moving, that I appear like a statue, though an incredibly lifelike statue. The Empty Chimera notices the statue, and with its eye-hole-thing, regards it as a particularly nice statue. Then the statue moves, as in I move, as I was the statue, and pulls out a gun. Before the Empty Chimera can react, I shoot both its legs with two bullets, shattering them forcibly.
ACTION 2 (CHARGE): The two bullets I shot split into shrapnel, and immediately are attracted by the glowing crystal. The metal shrapnel attaches to the crystal, and begins to form a metal shell.
Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chicken eat a toast. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer cast "Turn Wall" on Trumps wall to turn it into our wall.
I use the unique factory to turn the shards of the mask of the empty chimera into an energy diamond for my mask.
I create a Rock-Miner made out of rock, who is supposed to mine rock for me.
I introduce my minions including the interns to the salt pyramid scheme.
Action 1: I offer to buy health insurance for the assassins. This specific insurance plan completely covers any life-saving medication, which would include the antidote to their poison, although it has lousy dental coverage.
Action 2: I show Googleguy the search engine Yahoo. He loves Yahoo so much, he becomes Yahooguy. Due to the fact Yahoo is worse than Google, Yahooguy is now worse than Googleguy was.
Action 3: I order the Inter-Dimensional Elephant to create a portal to the Amazon Rainforest. I go through and start looking for poisonous frogs.
Orders: Salt Elemental, create salt! Pyramid Pigmen, distribute salt! Not-Aegislash, survive and assassinate Yahooguy!
ACTION 3: I pull out a sniper, and place my eye to the scope. Settling on my target, the Empty Chimera's dragging arm, I fire the bullet. When the bullet hits its target, it explodes in a flash of green, spreading acid onto the Empty Chimera's dragging arm, which starts melting.
(NULL) Also, you shouldn't target googleguy due to only one round of actions.
Action One: Within the black and white scarred shell remaining of his former self, the "wi- No, that couldn't be accurate. The corpse may still be weird, but it has changed. It no longer looks like some D&D reject who forgot his dice bag. It lacks the sort of nonchalant chaos it held before. It is not the form of some odd being or a "wizard," except if you follow the paths of necromancers and dark mages, twisted by their own deeds and magical practices. No. It can only be called something else. The scarred one? No, everyone knows "the scared one" would be more accurate. The Tortured Soul? No, too edgy. Hmm... Yes. That's it... ZEBRA MAN! Perfect... Actually, that's almost not serious enough. Its close, but no cig-
Some guy in a suit sneaks onto the battlefield and whispers to no one in particular, "Smoking is bad. If you say it, you're out of a job."
-significance! That was obviously where that sentence was going. Anyways, no soup for Zebra Man. No soup. But, maybe it isn't the corpse that is the problem. Sure, it was burnt by forever white flames while encased in the black of shadows. But such an experience would never run just skin deep. No one (other than the Godmodder and maybe Hunger for Eggs on Toast (I have no idea how his HP works)) could survive such an attack with mere surface wounds (Granted, he did loose his whole midsection). It would touch the mind and, more relevantly, the soul. He could not merely stay a charismatically purple individual with no concept of real reality. Those scars run deep and may never truly be erased. That may be why whatever is left, if anything is, has chosen to stay in this malformed creation. It is left with no other concept of self, everything else burnt away through shadowed acids and cursed flames, emptying the once full being. What is left must now define it. And what it is is the Remainder.
-Within the black and white shell that is its new self, the Remainder lifts off the ground. It does not jump to its feet or slowly sit up. It just raises up, floating vertically in midair, its limbs remaining limp and unmoving. Slowly, its eyes open, revealing two marbles, one shining an eerie white and the other cut a silent black. Then, its head rises and it blinks as if it just awoke from a light nap. Its face is a pure swirl of frozen black and glowing white, converging near the center on its flattened nose. Twisting stripes run off its neck and diverge to run down its arms into the thin, sharp fingers of its new form. On the chest, the lines run in a pinwheel centered on the hole in its torso. From there, the lines twist down unrealistically slim legs to its feet, spinning about the bulging flesh that warps the feet into its own land of hills and valleys. As a whole, the body seems like a twisted mirror of its creator.
Suddenly, the Remainder's arms leap out, holding its palms forward as if being pulled apart by chains. There, it can be clearly seen that the two hands share a mirrored pattern, but are inhabited by the opposite colors in its swirls. Where black is on the one is white on the other, and where white is there is instead black. Then, its legs bend and shift as its hands rise up in fists just a few inches in front of its forehead. Obvious pain seemed to radiate from its forehead. Its eyes are wide with searing pain, but its mouth doesn't open; it doesn't scream. Suddenly, it falls limp back onto the ground. It stays there for some time, curled up in a ball of shining shadows.
Slowly, a black dawn rises through the small sphere and the Remainder rises. This time, it crawls to its feet, not in a possessed way, but an almost natural way. Its opposing eyes scan the battlefield, revealing nothing but unfeeling secrets. Then, its head slowly nods down to look at its left shoulder. Its right hand reaches up to its upper left arm and pulls down, grabbing nothing but air. However, as its hand lowers and it looks down at its palm, the "wizard's" safe rests in its hand. The Remainder regards the safe with mild disinterest and tosses it to the side. The safe should fly somewhere off and land hard on the ground and crushing under the new being's force. However, the safe instead crashes through an orange flash and disappears. The Remainder continues on without notice.
Actions 2 & 3: The Remainder rubs both its eyes. As its fingers remove themselves from the eyes, they hold two substances. The one that touched its empty white, is covered in a white flame. It dances with seeming delight, shining brightly while the new being doesn't flinch. On the other finger, black liquid drips from a slimy blob, like a head nodded down in despair. As the drops land on the ground, the dirt is stained with shadows.
For now, it seems disinterested in the white flames. It discards this and allows it to swiftly burn out on the fuel-less ground. Instead, it focuses its attention on the black goop. Its empty hand reaches up to its black eye and sort of squeeze it, pinching out a large strand of black goop. It grabs this strand with its other hand and pulls it apart, stretching it into a fine sheet. The being drops the sheet in its left hand and reaches under it. Some strange magnetism elevates the sheet as the left hand rises from below, making the goop horizontal once again. Its right hand drops its side of the sheet, yet the goop remains, held tighter by the other hand than by gravity itself.The right hand forms a tight fist and points out a black tipped index finger. As it does, more black goop shoots out, but instantly freezes, forming a long, sharp finger.
The Remainder then goes to work, cutting words into the liquid parchment. Its finger moves in a frenzy, fear alight in its eyes. It senses some meaning it cannot grasp, and must reach out to it as it taunts at escape. Its white eye burns with some forgotten spark, while its black eyes stares coolly at the task ahead, knowing the need of an end, but not knowing what it is. This is what it writes:
"What is fear but an arousal of sense? Without knowledge, without thought, none can fear. A deer would not fear the wolf if it did not understand its danger. If it was not aware of the hungry gleam and ferocious grin as the beast smelled prey. If it felt no pain as claws ripped through its hind legs. If it did not think of the jaws tightening around its torso as it was flung to the ground. If it had no understanding of life's fragility. No, it would not feel fear, for it would not feel anything. It would not have the sense to eat or drink. It would not breathe. Such a creature would die as birth just began, not knowing its needs and fear of death. Need brings fear. Power brings fear. Life brings fear. And, the greatest fear, the source of all fear, is death. For one to be fear, they must embody death. They must reach out into one's most sacred desires and tear them all to ruin. Death is not the opposite of life. Death is the destruction of one's goals, one's dreams. If a man does not fear death, death must take the man's strength, his confidence, his pride. Death takes all from those unwary of it. Death is, and always shall be, even as life ends, for, across the cosmos, life hopes to build, and death must destroy."
As the being ends its writing, its whole body seems to go limp. While it still stands, it seems to have lost. It cannot know what it had, but it has it no more. It looks down at the parchment and the slightest glare enters its eye. The black parchment suddenly solidifies into an almost true paper, and the being rolls it up and stuffs it into the hole in its chest, causing it to hide within its shadowy meld.
Spawning of Reapers: 2/5
Entity Order... : The Demogoblin watched as its client died. He saw the new, crumpled being rise in its ruined form. He had no answer. For all of the trapped evil in his mind, he knew not of the forces currently at play. With nothing better to do, he sighs. "I'll sue them real good. I've just gotta finish the job at hand." And so he takes his next bomb and throws it at the Wall.
A Testament to the "Wizard".
His Last Thoughts (for now at least):
The weirdo finds himself in a black cage with white bars. Or maybe a white cage with black bars. Maybe both. He doesn't know. He feels dead. From within, he pulls out a crystal ball. As he stares into its misty gloom, he sees some black and white corpse with a hole in it floating where he was. He squints at it and notices that the corpse is of his unspecified height, length, and width. He then notices it is the same colors as his cage. "Oh, come on! I'm dead, aren't I!? Or at least stuck! Come on! And the Chimera didn't even go for my face! I told it my face was fair game, and it made me lose my lunch instead! And it burnt my shirt off! I liked that shirt. It was simple and to the point. Jerk. And what about my plans!? There's no way that thing knows what to do with the safe! Please let me out. Please. I already got stuck in a snail trial! Why do I have to do this? I'll have Demogoblin sue that Chimera if it's the last thing I do... Oh, right." He groans and watches as the invisible chains pull his new self's limbs. Suddenly, he himself is bound by those same chains. "Oh no." He watches as the creature curls up and reaches for its mind. "No. No. No no no no no no no no." And, just like that, the Remainder becomes empty.
Action 1: Tell Professor Cthulhu to make everyone forget Acerack.
Action 2: Eat a magic donut.
Action 3: Kill Not-Aegislash
Cthulhu makes himself forg... who was he making himself forget again? he can't recall... oh well. You eat a magic donut. You attempt to kill Not-Aegislash. Due to your later transformation into Yahooguy, this attack is weakened. Due to Not-Aegislash's damage resistance, the weaker attack does no damage.
Silently, I start a small fire in front of the Bovemist's church's doors, and cast invisibility on myself.
Joe: 24/50
Steve: Go shank Googleguy to death. I've got work to do, and nobody dares cross me.
You start a fire. It doesn't take long for someone to notice it, and soon enough they put it out, but the church's doors and general area are destroyed. Some Bovemists are injured, but you're not sure if those are His cultists.
ENTITY ACTIONS: Darkness and Bicyclops, destroy the Wall for once and for all.
How do you kill this Empty Chimera thing? Destroy its appendages and do absolutely nothing to its vital organs, if it even has any?
ACTION 1: Whatever the case, I begin to stand completely still. So completely still that not even a hair on my head is moving, that I appear like a statue, though an incredibly lifelike statue. The Empty Chimera notices the statue, and with its eye-hole-thing, regards it as a particularly nice statue. Then the statue moves, as in I move, as I was the statue, and pulls out a gun. Before the Empty Chimera can react, I shoot both its legs with two bullets, shattering them forcibly.
ACTION 2 (CHARGE): The two bullets I shot split into shrapnel, and immediately are attracted by the glowing crystal. The metal shrapnel attaches to the crystal, and begins to form a metal shell.
Bodhisattva Bullet: 2/20
Orders given. Yeah, the Empty Chimera will just... die, after enough of its bits are broken. I think the amount for that was like... three to five, depending on which limbs and what order. You shoot the Chimera! However, the Chimera isn't the sort to appreciate statues, keeping it from being surprised enough to not dodge, which it does. Your charge continues!
Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chicken eat a toast. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer cast "Turn Wall" on Trumps wall to turn it into our wall.
I use the unique factory to turn the shards of the mask of the empty chimera into an energy diamond for my mask.
I create a Rock-Miner made out of rock, who is supposed to mine rock for me.
I introduce my minions including the interns to the salt pyramid scheme.
You give the mask of hungry visitation an Energy Diamond! You use 33 rocks to make a rock miner! It's nature is equivalent to a rock crab, so it will be folded into that list unless you need it for something in particular. Pyramid Scheme increased!
Action 1: I offer to buy health insurance for the assassins. This specific insurance plan completely covers any life-saving medication, which would include the antidote to their poison, although it has lousy dental coverage.
Action 2: I show Googleguy the search engine Yahoo. He loves Yahoo so much, he becomes Yahooguy. Due to the fact Yahoo is worse than Google, Yahooguy is now worse than Googleguy was.
Action 3: I order the Inter-Dimensional Elephant to create a portal to the Amazon Rainforest. I go through and start looking for poisonous frogs.
Orders: Salt Elemental, create salt! Pyramid Pigmen, distribute salt! Not-Aegislash, survive and assassinate Yahooguy!
One of the assassins accepts your offer. The other one is suspicious (and rightfully so, since as it turns out the poison reacts badly to almost all attempts to cure it. the first assassin dies soon after). You change Googleguy into Yahooguy, making him weaker! You... do that? Orders given!
ACTION 3: I pull out a sniper, and place my eye to the scope. Settling on my target, the Empty Chimera's dragging arm, I fire the bullet. When the bullet hits its target, it explodes in a flash of green, spreading acid onto the Empty Chimera's dragging arm, which starts melting.
(NULL) Also, you shouldn't target googleguy due to only one round of actions.
The Empty Chimera pulls its dragging arm up in a crescent, striking the bullet in midair and causing it to spread acid over the claws instead. They seem to not be vulnerable to corrosion...
Action One: Within the black and white scarred shell remaining of his former self, the "wi- No, that couldn't be accurate. The corpse may still be weird, but it has changed. It no longer looks like some D&D reject who forgot his dice bag. It lacks the sort of nonchalant chaos it held before. It is not the form of some odd being or a "wizard," except if you follow the paths of necromancers and dark mages, twisted by their own deeds and magical practices. No. It can only be called something else. The scarred one? No, everyone knows "the scared one" would be more accurate. The Tortured Soul? No, too edgy. Hmm... Yes. That's it... ZEBRA MAN! Perfect... Actually, that's almost not serious enough. Its close, but no cig-
Some guy in a suit sneaks onto the battlefield and whispers to no one in particular, "Smoking is bad. If you say it, you're out of a job."
-significance! That was obviously where that sentence was going. Anyways, no soup for Zebra Man. No soup. But, maybe it isn't the corpse that is the problem. Sure, it was burnt by forever white flames while encased in the black of shadows. But such an experience would never run just skin deep. No one (other than the Godmodder and maybe Hunger for Eggs on Toast (I have no idea how his HP works)) could survive such an attack with mere surface wounds (Granted, he did loose his whole midsection). It would touch the mind and, more relevantly, the soul. He could not merely stay a charismatically purple individual with no concept of real reality. Those scars run deep and may never truly be erased. That may be why whatever is left, if anything is, has chosen to stay in this malformed creation. It is left with no other concept of self, everything else burnt away through shadowed acids and cursed flames, emptying the once full being. What is left must now define it. And what it is is the Remainder.
-Within the black and white shell that is its new self, the Remainder lifts off the ground. It does not jump to its feet or slowly sit up. It just raises up, floating vertically in midair, its limbs remaining limp and unmoving. Slowly, its eyes open, revealing two marbles, one shining an eerie white and the other cut a silent black. Then, its head rises and it blinks as if it just awoke from a light nap. Its face is a pure swirl of frozen black and glowing white, converging near the center on its flattened nose. Twisting stripes run off its neck and diverge to run down its arms into the thin, sharp fingers of its new form. On the chest, the lines run in a pinwheel centered on the hole in its torso. From there, the lines twist down unrealistically slim legs to its feet, spinning about the bulging flesh that warps the feet into its own land of hills and valleys. As a whole, the body seems like a twisted mirror of its creator.
Suddenly, the Remainder's arms leap out, holding its palms forward as if being pulled apart by chains. There, it can be clearly seen that the two hands share a mirrored pattern, but are inhabited by the opposite colors in its swirls. Where black is on the one is white on the other, and where white is there is instead black. Then, its legs bend and shift as its hands rise up in fists just a few inches in front of its forehead. Obvious pain seemed to radiate from its forehead. Its eyes are wide with searing pain, but its mouth doesn't open; it doesn't scream. Suddenly, it falls limp back onto the ground. It stays there for some time, curled up in a ball of shining shadows.
Slowly, a black dawn rises through the small sphere and the Remainder rises. This time, it crawls to its feet, not in a possessed way, but an almost natural way. Its opposing eyes scan the battlefield, revealing nothing but unfeeling secrets. Then, its head slowly nods down to look at its left shoulder. Its right hand reaches up to its upper left arm and pulls down, grabbing nothing but air. However, as its hand lowers and it looks down at its palm, the "wizard's" safe rests in its hand. The Remainder regards the safe with mild disinterest and tosses it to the side. The safe should fly somewhere off and land hard on the ground and crushing under the new being's force. However, the safe instead crashes through an orange flash and disappears. The Remainder continues on without notice.
Actions 2 & 3: The Remainder rubs both its eyes. As its fingers remove themselves from the eyes, they hold two substances. The one that touched its empty white, is covered in a white flame. It dances with seeming delight, shining brightly while the new being doesn't flinch. On the other finger, black liquid drips from a slimy blob, like a head nodded down in despair. As the drops land on the ground, the dirt is stained with shadows.
For now, it seems disinterested in the white flames. It discards this and allows it to swiftly burn out on the fuel-less ground. Instead, it focuses its attention on the black goop. Its empty hand reaches up to its black eye and sort of squeeze it, pinching out a large strand of black goop. It grabs this strand with its other hand and pulls it apart, stretching it into a fine sheet. The being drops the sheet in its left hand and reaches under it. Some strange magnetism elevates the sheet as the left hand rises from below, making the goop horizontal once again. Its right hand drops its side of the sheet, yet the goop remains, held tighter by the other hand than by gravity itself.The right hand forms a tight fist and points out a black tipped index finger. As it does, more black goop shoots out, but instantly freezes, forming a long, sharp finger.
The Remainder then goes to work, cutting words into the liquid parchment. Its finger moves in a frenzy, fear alight in its eyes. It senses some meaning it cannot grasp, and must reach out to it as it taunts at escape. Its white eye burns with some forgotten spark, while its black eyes stares coolly at the task ahead, knowing the need of an end, but not knowing what it is. This is what it writes:
"What is fear but an arousal of sense? Without knowledge, without thought, none can fear. A deer would not fear the wolf if it did not understand its danger. If it was not aware of the hungry gleam and ferocious grin as the beast smelled prey. If it felt no pain as claws ripped through its hind legs. If it did not think of the jaws tightening around its torso as it was flung to the ground. If it had no understanding of life's fragility. No, it would not feel fear, for it would not feel anything. It would not have the sense to eat or drink. It would not breathe. Such a creature would die as birth just began, not knowing its needs and fear of death. Need brings fear. Power brings fear. Life brings fear. And, the greatest fear, the source of all fear, is death. For one to be fear, they must embody death. They must reach out into one's most sacred desires and tear them all to ruin. Death is not the opposite of life. Death is the destruction of one's goals, one's dreams. If a man does not fear death, death must take the man's strength, his confidence, his pride. Death takes all from those unwary of it. Death is, and always shall be, even as life ends, for, across the cosmos, life hopes to build, and death must destroy."
As the being ends its writing, its whole body seems to go limp. While it still stands, it seems to have lost. It cannot know what it had, but it has it no more. It looks down at the parchment and the slightest glare enters its eye. The black parchment suddenly solidifies into an almost true paper, and the being rolls it up and stuffs it into the hole in its chest, causing it to hide within its shadowy meld.
Spawning of Reapers: 2/5
Entity Order... : The Demogoblin watched as its client died. He saw the new, crumpled being rise in its ruined form. He had no answer. For all of the trapped evil in his mind, he knew not of the forces currently at play. With nothing better to do, he sighs. "I'll sue them real good. I've just gotta finish the job at hand." And so he takes his next bomb and throws it at the Wall.
A Testament to the "Wizard".
His Last Thoughts (for now at least):
The weirdo finds himself in a black cage with white bars. Or maybe a white cage with black bars. Maybe both. He doesn't know. He feels dead. From within, he pulls out a crystal ball. As he stares into its misty gloom, he sees some black and white corpse with a hole in it floating where he was. He squints at it and notices that the corpse is of his unspecified height, length, and width. He then notices it is the same colors as his cage. "Oh, come on! I'm dead, aren't I!? Or at least stuck! Come on! And the Chimera didn't even go for my face! I told it my face was fair game, and it made me lose my lunch instead! And it burnt my shirt off! I liked that shirt. It was simple and to the point. Jerk. And what about my plans!? There's no way that thing knows what to do with the safe! Please let me out. Please. I already got stuck in a snail trial! Why do I have to do this? I'll have Demogoblin sue that Chimera if it's the last thing I do... Oh, right." He groans and watches as the invisible chains pull his new self's limbs. Suddenly, he himself is bound by those same chains. "Oh no." He watches as the creature curls up and reaches for its mind. "No. No. No no no no no no no no." And, just like that, the Remainder becomes empty.
The(Images! just as copypasteable, easier to read, and look cooler!),throws the Safe aside, before writing... stuff, preparing to summon an entity! charge interference... hm... your scroll reacts with the base structure of the universe, but not perfectly. is Death not neutral, unfeeling? there are those who value killing, and death does not prevent that value, though it will come to them in their time, too. How do you intend to align the creation of constructs, ones aligned and not unfeeling, to that death which does not feel? Demogoblin ordered. (I haven't finished the image yet- it took a while for me to decide exactly how to portray the face. Faces are very important to make things look creepy instead of just alien, I find.)
Steve shanks Yahooguy. Yahooguy is now lightly injured! They'll keep doing this until ordered otherwise. The mask is there to defend the base. The Pelicans gather rocks! the crabs also gather rocks(4+3+5+2+3+3+3 of them). the toast tree grows toast, and the toaster boy sees the toast is toasted and takes out/puts in toast. The chicken eats a piece of toast. The Wallomancer which is still ambiguous in terms of existance takes control of the wall! The interns collect 5 rocks. (And there was a hateful mirror.) Not-Aegislash prepares to assassinate Yahooguy... and it sees its chance, sinking its blade into their neck before moving away. Yahooguy received Major Wounds! the pyramid pigmen distribute 1 salt each! they're going to need more salt elementals... The astral plane chicken might as well be ignored until the end of this section. In fact, since it's not remotely likely to get attacked or do anything interesting for a while, let's just say it's in functional stasis. The Bicyclops attacks the wall, doing 14+17=31 damage! the Demogoblin follows up, destroying the Wall entirely! the Darkness given Form moves on and attacks Trump, doing 20 damage! In the darkness, flesh shifts... Poutine conjures some poutine, which they feed trump, healing them for 20 HP! Trump heads over to the patent office and declares every type of Cyan pigment a medicine through some esoteric legal argument he got from his team of superlawyers. Then, he spends more hella dosh on medical trials involving each pigment. The Pumpkin Snails confer, and agree- The trials cannot be held without one to try. some of the snails were very set on trials, and find this very distressing. The Empty Chimera approaches the Demogoblin,crimson claws slashing out and catching them in the chest. The long cuts start bleeding in moments...37 damage! Not stopping for a moment, its slender arm reaches past them and grabs Yahooguy, throwing them bodily into the pyramid pigmen, killing all 7 and giving Yahooguy Serious Wounds. Then, its Shadow arm oozes into the soil beneath it, coming out elsewhere and changing something, though it is unclear what.
[A-naturewriter] Terror Pants 127/200 HP (Bulletstorm, Spray and pray, machine gun, rockets, The big gun(locked on: None).). towering outside shopkeeper emporium. [A-naturewriter]Flying Spageti monster 32/55 HP 20 A/-15 A. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...? [OG-Acerak] Steve 43/25 HP, 0.5 Dig||Magic!A (Tunnel: 20.5/20) out of the battlefield! [OG-Moose/Acerak]Squidship of the Meese. 0/30 HP, In constant pain, a method of transport. 4A. out of the battlefield! [OG-Shard-Shard-Hunger For Eggs on Toast] Eishalon III: Mask of Hungry Visitation for Eggs on Toast (75% accuracy. can hit enemies by accident. stuck to HV. Mask instarepairs. ) 1/3 Energy Diamonds, 0 Awakening integrity (depleted) BUFF. [ OG-srovy?] Kittenish Pelican 91 rocks, on HfEoT's head. awakened (9/9 integrity) , awake. Earth Pelican 76 rocks, rock suit. O look the pelican. on the kitten on HfEoT's head. ( 1/8 integrity) Rock Crabs 33 Rocks x7 awakened x4(13x4 integrity) [OG-Hunger(y) for Eggs on Toast]Toast Tree, 10/10 HP, Awakened(23/23 integrity), 0 toast.(+(1d2)d2 -1 pSnail/r) Intolerance Defence! Toaster 30/30 HP. Toasting 1 Toast Toasterboy 13 Rocks. Awakened (0/30 integrity), 5 Toast III and 1 stone egg Stone chicken 17+$@ Rocks. fed + toast. processing food I. is a stone chicken. Awakened(0/26 integrity) Bunker (surrounding Pantheon) 45 Rocks. Launcher (launches rocks. a little jammed with poutine. manned by 7-rock gunner with 13 awaken!) Awakened(30/30 integrity) Interns 1/1x30 HP, Interning!Ax30 (bribed, Cyan, mindless.) [OG?-Arjan] Toast Pantheon 20/20 HP, immune to mold, surrounding tree. (awakened, 25/25 integrity) Turrets 1x4 HP 1x4A, (awakened 25/25 integrity) [OG-TheGreatOne] Not-Aegislash 20/20 HP, -10 to incoming damage, 0/1d8: Assassinate. Pyramid Pigmen 1x0 hp, scheme exaggeration A!x0 Inter-Dimensional Elephant 150/200 HP, 5 IDMT(+1/R),Healthful Hygene, . Salt Elemental 21 HP, +4/R, HP is Salt. Waluigi has left the premises. Waluigi Thyme! [AG-Shard II]Eishalon II - Manifest Of Folly Some people know exactly what's going on, until they don't. the Eishalon may have been one of those... fryer, fryer, corpse on fi-er. [OG-naturewriter] Cosmic Monolith 46/100 HP 75% dodge chance. Dark Pulse(65) Antimatter(25x3) Flash (?) 4/4 Doomsday. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...? [OG-Bardymcbardyface] Astral Plane Chicken 150/150 HP 10A, lays eggs! Perceptive Potential. in Shopkeep shop in a Colosseum! Egg(x1d2 to 3+1d2) 20/20 HP (fostered III, Nurtured III. Warmed IV. any new ones lack these buffs but all have +2 fostered, +3 Warmed, and +1 Nurtured) [OG-LyricsDusk*] Some Dosh. Bicyclops 25+25 HP, 17x2A [OG-Origin] Demogoblin 33/70 HP, 1/3 20A bombs. [All Hallows Eve-Lyricsdusk] Darkness given Form 50/50 HP 20A, blades of abyss,lightless onslaught. Darkness Given Soul ✦✦✦✦✦ SP, and something crawled out, but a hateful mirror. Darkness with purpose. •••••. heritage of the black star and the reign of none. [OG] faithful Dog 200/100HP -33 to incoming damage! Solid diamond Deal with the Godmodder Pumpkin Snails! 15x7 HP Pumpkin!A [AG] Assorted Assassins, 9 HP, 40% dodge. Poisoned: -1 HP/r! 5/1d8 : Assassinate. [AG]Trump 80/50 HP. has hella dosh. is being payed even hella-er dosh. 4/4 for Namesake. The Wall 0/20 HP, was on HV's side by the end? Awakened (0/25 integrity) Poutine, 81+30 HP. +4 HP/turn. Is made of fries, cheese, and a person. [WAAAAAAAAA]WALUIGI HAS LEFT THIS LOCATION WITH ALL OF ITS... LUIGIS. IT IS TIME. WALUIGI THYME. AND WALUIGI THYME WAITS FOR GNOME ANN! [AG]100, 100% HP, item in 4%! leaving in 3! Numerology!A, 2,102 total HP! In stasis due to seasonal event! [All Hallows Eve] Empty Chimera. Slender Arm- Blemished. Draggingarm- Pristine. Claws- Razor Sharp. Shadow Tendril- Oozing. Legs- Duo. ???, ???.
[GM] Godmodder: 272 /300 HP 1/4 dimensionality, has rock snake (corpse?). Maintaining Empty Chimera. currently immune to attack. Hunger For Eggs On Toast: Founder, 66% skill. Owns a Unique'Magic Factory', Needs stuff he doesn't have. like FLEX TAP? woodworking skill which is not the same thing as cutting down trees: sufficient+. 1C.AC. Stuck to Mask of Hungresitation. Rock Mask, 131 rocks,23 cakes , Gathering Pickaxe FAICE!, Stone Rose, Is a fusion of Hungry Visitor and Srovy (6 actions! Actions must be self-consistent! Potential power boost. or not. more resistant to attack!) Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6 / 2), depleted. on battlefield. has several voidshards (~5). Completely untrustworthy. Ridiculous Wounds. SLight Wounds. pretty buff. has protected 14 Er... . Aeisenberg: with Phil swift, but not in the update room! rapier (minor attack buff)... +1?, Favour of the Deva, Coronal Relic (cyan), Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6), Probably Not a Martian. OrcalordBeyond: On battlefield, is a god which is possessing an air elemental which has turned into a offbrand flex sealed old yellow fire-breath animal and is flying. in Paradox Tennis (If an update passes between their post and the next P.tennis one, they can post in the main dop too.) Dracoflamer: on battlefield, probably(?)! deserves to be remembered forever. f'real. Cannot exhaust or over-strain muscles. ADrunkenDwarf: hand cut! Large Voidshard- sharp. 4 unknown objects(radiating bits of magic every so often), 6 practical joke implements. Yellow Eishalon Mask (5.7) - Storms Squire II, Thunder Twitches I, 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔇ominance VI (Draconic Dominance.). SirNatureWriter: just check their sector. shiny, !shiny! scrap metal, 2070ish? bottles of Restricted Godmodder energy. isn't currently being a shopkeeper. Book from the Globglogabgalab's set (Animated). Acerak the Eternal. <Garfield the Tabaxi: Reviled by Globglogabgalab! slightly wounded. guardian spirits, summoning mount, shielded, 1 charge stored. Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Pong-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Thumb War-Monopoly-Tennis is a sane game for sane people?!> BardymcBardface: light wounds! historianism III! 2 charges! in weird lobby! The- Purity embodied. (Signed photo of Waluigi! Box of Thymemicrophoneamen. has a Safe. full of stuff. and a spike-bush.) The Great One: Minor Wounds. LyricsDusk:. 6 Soul Points. Tenebrous Leverage. Yahooguy(googleguy): Serious Wounds!
ENTITY ACTIONS: I think the Darkness and Bicyclops should appreciate Poutine's self-confidence in his identity by destr.
ACTION 1: It seems like the best option is to go for the Empty Chimera's legs, as they're stuck in the ground.
I take a piece of paper out, scrunch it into a ball, and shape it into a bullet. Then I place the paper bullet in my pistol and shoot it at the Empty Chimera's left leg.
The paper bullet shoots out, and smashes directly into the Empty Chimera's left leg because it was unpapered.
ACTION 2: For my next target, I take the Some Dosh that Trump gave me, and offer it to Trump. Trump accepts because of the scent of Dosh is too overwhelming for him to resist, and he doesn't resist that the Dosh is actually explosively armed until it explodes, dealing high damage to Trump.
Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chicken eat a toast. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer turn Rocks into Bricks.
I create another Rock Chicken and order it to eat toast too. There is a too high toast to egg production ratio, which I am going to fix.
I also create a Rock Chicken tender out of rocks, who tends to the chicken and defends them.
Action 1: The(that is better. Thanks) stares blankly into space. It blinks in a way that may almost be disbelief. Its head turns back and forth slowly as one of its hands cover its white eyes. Its empty hand slowly reaches into the hole in its gut and pulls out its scroll. Its black eye scans over it, dazed. It finishes reading, and its head continues to slowly rotate. It seems to have no recollection of what it wrote. But there is a flaw. It knows this flaw, it understands this flaw, it understands those words, but it lacks a spark. The connection. What the words mean and how they were written are lost to him. It feels a vague sense of invasion, as if it was not who it is, but someone else. It looks back to the subtle rage it felt looking at the scroll just moments ago and cannot understand why. The scroll almost represents death. Almost. It could be used. It could fulfill its plans. Why did it not understand?
Regardless of its personal afflictions, the being recognizes that the scroll needs completed. It stuffs the scroll back into its chest (I never meant that as a pun, but...) and removes its hand from its face, reaching out off to its left. Its claw-like fingers leap out and slice down, leaving five white lines floating in the air. Its other hand gestures toward the lines, and they expand out. Both of its hands then roll around themselves, pointing all fingers at the lines. They lines stretch and bend until they form a tall pentagram. Its far hand's fingers burst from a fist and point at the empty space, which fills with space. The line becomes a doorway, and thesteps through.
It finds itself in a dark and gloomy library. Shelves of withered, ashy wood line the rough wooden floor. Low candles burn a dull gray as the float across the hall. Theturns to one of the shelves and pulls out an old, heavy text. The book's black cover binds together thousands of rotten, yellow pages. He skims through the pages and slams it shut, its eyes uninterested in the old book. "Hello," a withered voice caws. Theturns to see an old woman with a beak like nose reaching out for the book in its hand. She wears old robes that is littered with various stitches. She snatches the book out of its hand and flips through the pages. "So, this isn't the book you're looking for, hmm?" Theglares at her, and a burning white scythe materializes in its hand. "Ah, so that's what you're looking for." The woman disappears for a moment and reappears with a brown book. On its cover, two crossed swords meet with the blade of a scythe as a skull watches over them. "This should be to your liking. Drop it on the whatever ground you're nearest to and I'll return it. Good day." Suddenly, thefeels itself being pushed and returns to the battlefield.
The being's eyes tilt to a glare. Reluctantly, it opens the book and begins reading through the pages. Within moments, it finds itself immersed in tales of Immense Beings who called themselves Gods. Their tales rapidly unfold as the being searches through the book. As it finishes the book, a madness seems to over take it. Thetakes the scroll back out and begins cutting furiously into it, adding:
"For it is a must that death fulfills its purpose. Without death, there is no fear, there is no true life. The ideas of death matter not upon its work. It simply must. As Osiris stands judge of death, he does not take joy in the ruin he causes. He once was thought to rule men, but was cast aside. Only through the natural course of being does he control death, but he does reap the souls all the same. Thanatos, son of Nyx, son of fear, does merely follow the hand of fate. Hel, daughter of Loki, daughter of trickery, tortures the souls she reaps. And the Shinigami, Japanese spirits of death who have been known to possess malicious intent. All of these aspects created by men. How does man claim to know what death is? Men will never truly grasp this "death" without truly falling through Tartarus and returning back again. Even so, we must define it all the same, just as death must cause ruin and despair. Every being defines death as they please. But, death holds no care for man's ideals. It must kill, and so it shall, in whatever form it may choose to take."
Therubs its eyes as it finishes writing. It gently places the scroll back into the hole in its stomach and seems to breathe.
Spawning of Reaper: 3/5
Action 2: Suddenly, thewhite skin glows and pain shocks its body. The hand on the side of its black eye jumps up to cover the black eye. Meanwhile, the arm on the side of the white eye rises, its palm filled with bright white fire. Its white eye gleams with hungry rage. Its thin mouth seems to curl into a smile, but refuses to open. Slowly, the hand covering its black eye pulls itself away, revealing a similar hunger now afflicting its other eye. The shock of pain seems to leave its tensed body and it takes a single step forward. As it does, it disappears into a long line of shadows. The dodges across the ground, spinning from the slight shadows of grass to the shadows of any of the cobbled ruins. After a few moments of these random leaps, the shadow darts into the center of the battlefield and theleaps out, appearing right behind Not-Ageislash. Its burning hand grabs the blade of the dusk stone born sword and white fire envelopes it. The fire dances about the blade, spinning and twirling until it completely encompasses the blade. The sword struggles to escape the 's burning grasp, trying to cut at the hand that holds it and beat the being's face with its shield, but the's other hand hugs around the creature's shield and grabs the blade near is cross-guard, stabilizing it. The fire intensifies, and the golden ore used to forge the sword begins to melt. Molten gold rolls off the burning blade, singeing the ground below it. The's white eye gleams as a small drop barely touches its misshapen foot. It tosses the false Pokemon to the side and slinks back into the shadows.
Action 3: Thereappears at the ruins of the Windmill, its entire being seeming relaxed and somewhat at ease. Neither it nor the "wizard" (nor the narrator) truly knew what the Windmill was for, but all three seemed to understand a single fact. It spawned a monster. And that monster was spawned by the Chimera's disease. It crouches down to the ground and touches the ruins. Its flat nose breathes in a single, long breath. Suddenly, from one hand, a white pulse runs along the remains. The energy rides across the desolate metal until it reaches a few feet past the dead Mechanical Monster. Then, the wave bends in midair and slowly curves its way back to the, all returning to its white eye. As that pulse dissipates, the other hand releases another pulse, this one of a slower, black energy. The wave expands and returns as the other did before returning to the black eye. Thethen simply stands and looks at the broken creature. As it stares, its two eyes begin to view the ruin in two distinct ways. The white eye watches a poisonous energy that seems both long dead yet still present as it emanates from the broken ruins. The black eye seems to focus in on a single detail, a set of claw marks. The two eyes' visions then seem to adjust to each other and meld, and theattempts to learn more of the workings of the Chimera's, and perhaps one day its own, poison.
Entity Order-ish: Demogoblin lays on the ground as his chest aches and bleeds. "I didn't want to die again. The first was bad enough. This one... no." He places his hand on his chest and finds it still covered in blood. "Huh, I always wondered if I bled fires like a few of the others. Good thing I don't then. Heh. The stupid "wizard" probably didn't put enough charge in for that. Heh." Slowly, he sits up, moaning as he does. "Can't die yet. Still got a job to do. Gotta sue that creature. But for what? My client acted first. He attacked. The Chimera could just call self defense. No. I couldn't get him on traditional murder. Maybe a war crime. I'd bet you're not allowed to experiment on prisoners of war..." He slips a blue book out of his pocket and flips through. "Yup, article 8.2.3., no biological or medical experimentation. Just gotta build my case." (Demogoblin idles (with ROLEPLAYING))
ACTION 3: From my pocket, I pick up what seems to be a glass eye, with an eerie white iris painted on. I roll the glass eye a safe distance away, then shoot a laser directly at the white iris.
The light from the laser seems to accumulate inside the glass eye, shimmering and glowing erratically, until... a beacon of white light spills out of the white iris, moving towards a certain point, the whitest thing currently in existence, the Shard of the Empty Chimera's Mask. The Shard flickers into view for a second, and then disappears, along with the beacon of white light, leaving only the Glass Eye. I pick up the Glass Eye, now infused with the power of the Empty Chimera's Mask, and smile.
Action 1: I steal some salt and a chicken leg from a nearby grocery store.
Action 2: I create another salt elemental with the salt I stole, using the chicken leg instead of partridge essence.
Action 3: I extract poison from the frogs and put it into some of the salt the elementals produce this round. I then send the poisoned salt to Trump.
Orders: Elementals, produce salt! Elephant, distribute salt!
(Feel free to update even if I haven’t posted from now on, JOEbobobob. I’ve been busy lately and haven’t had a lot of time to come up with something to post.)
ENTITY ACTIONS: I think the Darkness and Bicyclops should appreciate Poutine's self-confidence in his identity by destr.
ACTION 1: It seems like the best option is to go for the Empty Chimera's legs, as they're stuck in the ground.
I take a piece of paper out, scrunch it into a ball, and shape it into a bullet. Then I place the paper bullet in my pistol and shoot it at the Empty Chimera's left leg.
The paper bullet shoots out, and smashes directly into the Empty Chimera's left leg because it was unpapered.
ACTION 2: For my next target, I take the Some Dosh that Trump gave me, and offer it to Trump. Trump accepts because of the scent of Dosh is too overwhelming for him to resist, and he doesn't resist that the Dosh is actually explosively armed until it explodes, dealing high damage to Trump.
I assume that means 'by destroying him'? The Empty Chimera pivots. doing a half-cartwheel with its shadowy arm as a support, to dodge the bullet! Trump accepts the Dosh, taking 50 damage! You're not sure, but you think he said, amidst the coughing, something along the lines of "Worth it".
Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chicken eat a toast. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer turn Rocks into Bricks.
I create another Rock Chicken and order it to eat toast too. There is a too high toast to egg production ratio, which I am going to fix.
I also create a Rock Chicken tender out of rocks, who tends to the chicken and defends them.
I oversee all my entities.
orders the given. Rock Chicken created with 64 more rocks! You create a rock chicken tender with 36 rocks! And you watch your entities. Hm... something's up with the toast tree. it just seems a bit... off.
Action 1: The(that is better. Thanks) stares blankly into space. It blinks in a way that may almost be disbelief. Its head turns back and forth slowly as one of its hands cover its white eyes. Its empty hand slowly reaches into the hole in its gut and pulls out its scroll. Its black eye scans over it, dazed. It finishes reading, and its head continues to slowly rotate. It seems to have no recollection of what it wrote. But there is a flaw. It knows this flaw, it understands this flaw, it understands those words, but it lacks a spark. The connection. What the words mean and how they were written are lost to him. It feels a vague sense of invasion, as if it was not who it is, but someone else. It looks back to the subtle rage it felt looking at the scroll just moments ago and cannot understand why. The scroll almost represents death. Almost. It could be used. It could fulfill its plans. Why did it not understand?
Regardless of its personal afflictions, the being recognizes that the scroll needs completed. It stuffs the scroll back into its chest (I never meant that as a pun, but...) and removes its hand from its face, reaching out off to its left. Its claw-like fingers leap out and slice down, leaving five white lines floating in the air. Its other hand gestures toward the lines, and they expand out. Both of its hands then roll around themselves, pointing all fingers at the lines. They lines stretch and bend until they form a tall pentagram. Its far hand's fingers burst from a fist and point at the empty space, which fills with space. The line becomes a doorway, and thesteps through.
It finds itself in a dark and gloomy library. Shelves of withered, ashy wood line the rough wooden floor. Low candles burn a dull gray as the float across the hall. Theturns to one of the shelves and pulls out an old, heavy text. The book's black cover binds together thousands of rotten, yellow pages. He skims through the pages and slams it shut, its eyes uninterested in the old book. "Hello," a withered voice caws. Theturns to see an old woman with a beak like nose reaching out for the book in its hand. She wears old robes that is littered with various stitches. She snatches the book out of its hand and flips through the pages. "So, this isn't the book you're looking for, hmm?" Theglares at her, and a burning white scythe materializes in its hand. "Ah, so that's what you're looking for." The woman disappears for a moment and reappears with a brown book. On its cover, two crossed swords meet with the blade of a scythe as a skull watches over them. "This should be to your liking. Drop it on the whatever ground you're nearest to and I'll return it. Good day." Suddenly, thefeels itself being pushed and returns to the battlefield.
The being's eyes tilt to a glare. Reluctantly, it opens the book and begins reading through the pages. Within moments, it finds itself immersed in tales of Immense Beings who called themselves Gods. Their tales rapidly unfold as the being searches through the book. As it finishes the book, a madness seems to over take it. Thetakes the scroll back out and begins cutting furiously into it, adding:
"For it is a must that death fulfills its purpose. Without death, there is no fear, there is no true life. The ideas of death matter not upon its work. It simply must. As Osiris stands judge of death, he does not take joy in the ruin he causes. He once was thought to rule men, but was cast aside. Only through the natural course of being does he control death, but he does reap the souls all the same. Thanatos, son of Nyx, son of fear, does merely follow the hand of fate. Hel, daughter of Loki, daughter of trickery, tortures the souls she reaps. And the Shinigami, Japanese spirits of death who have been known to possess malicious intent. All of these aspects created by men. How does man claim to know what death is? Men will never truly grasp this "death" without truly falling through Tartarus and returning back again. Even so, we must define it all the same, just as death must cause ruin and despair. Every being defines death as they please. But, death holds no care for man's ideals. It must kill, and so it shall, in whatever form it may choose to take."
Therubs its eyes as it finishes writing. It gently places the scroll back into the hole in its stomach and seems to breathe.
Spawning of Reaper: 3/5
Action 2: Suddenly, thewhite skin glows and pain shocks its body. The hand on the side of its black eye jumps up to cover the black eye. Meanwhile, the arm on the side of the white eye rises, its palm filled with bright white fire. Its white eye gleams with hungry rage. Its thin mouth seems to curl into a smile, but refuses to open. Slowly, the hand covering its black eye pulls itself away, revealing a similar hunger now afflicting its other eye. The shock of pain seems to leave its tensed body and it takes a single step forward. As it does, it disappears into a long line of shadows. The dodges across the ground, spinning from the slight shadows of grass to the shadows of any of the cobbled ruins. After a few moments of these random leaps, the shadow darts into the center of the battlefield and theleaps out, appearing right behind Not-Ageislash. Its burning hand grabs the blade of the dusk stone born sword and white fire envelopes it. The fire dances about the blade, spinning and twirling until it completely encompasses the blade. The sword struggles to escape the 's burning grasp, trying to cut at the hand that holds it and beat the being's face with its shield, but the's other hand hugs around the creature's shield and grabs the blade near is cross-guard, stabilizing it. The fire intensifies, and the golden ore used to forge the sword begins to melt. Molten gold rolls off the burning blade, singeing the ground below it. The's white eye gleams as a small drop barely touches its misshapen foot. It tosses the false Pokemon to the side and slinks back into the shadows.
Action 3: Thereappears at the ruins of the Windmill, its entire being seeming relaxed and somewhat at ease. Neither it nor the "wizard" (nor the narrator) truly knew what the Windmill was for, but all three seemed to understand a single fact. It spawned a monster. And that monster was spawned by the Chimera's disease. It crouches down to the ground and touches the ruins. Its flat nose breathes in a single, long breath. Suddenly, from one hand, a white pulse runs along the remains. The energy rides across the desolate metal until it reaches a few feet past the dead Mechanical Monster. Then, the wave bends in midair and slowly curves its way back to the, all returning to its white eye. As that pulse dissipates, the other hand releases another pulse, this one of a slower, black energy. The wave expands and returns as the other did before returning to the black eye. Thethen simply stands and looks at the broken creature. As it stares, its two eyes begin to view the ruin in two distinct ways. The white eye watches a poisonous energy that seems both long dead yet still present as it emanates from the broken ruins. The black eye seems to focus in on a single detail, a set of claw marks. The two eyes' visions then seem to adjust to each other and meld, and theattempts to learn more of the workings of the Chimera's, and perhaps one day its own, poison.
Entity Order-ish: Demogoblin lays on the ground as his chest aches and bleeds. "I didn't want to die again. The first was bad enough. This one... no." He places his hand on his chest and finds it still covered in blood. "Huh, I always wondered if I bled fires like a few of the others. Good thing I don't then. Heh. The stupid "wizard" probably didn't put enough charge in for that. Heh." Slowly, he sits up, moaning as he does. "Can't die yet. Still got a job to do. Gotta sue that creature. But for what? My client acted first. He attacked. The Chimera could just call self defense. No. I couldn't get him on traditional murder. Maybe a war crime. I'd bet you're not allowed to experiment on prisoners of war..." He slips a blue book out of his pocket and flips through. "Yup, article 8.2.3., no biological or medical experimentation. Just gotta build my case." (Demogoblin idles (with ROLEPLAYING))
Spawning of the Reaper progressed! charge-quest continuation accepted. It may choose from a pseudo-random benefit encompassed by the concept-approximation bundle 'Inevitability/fate/eternity/fear', worth somewhat more then 1 CP, or a flat progression bonus of 1 CP. The's flames blaze over Not-Aegislash,thin flickers of velvet blackness racing up its blade seemingly to meet them, but fizzling out- too little, too late, and too murky (and yet not murky enough, somehow...). Due to Not-Aegislash's damage resistance, though, you only do 15 damage, leaving it alive. Then, the observes the Windmill's ruins. The White sees wrongness and vividness and piercing familiarity in sharp relief, drops and smoke and forsaken purity mistaken for corruption. The Black sees red, not in the sense of anger, but as a sort of flickering, fading glow, something not opposed to it like the White Purity, nor aligned to it like the endless night, but entirely ambivalent, something unconnected in that same vital sense that bridges the paradox, bridges eternity and fragility, without likewise applying to possibility. It can barely feel it, in the subtly of its essence and the edges of its being, but it can tell that, something about it, has this terrible, ravenous hunger, a hunger which gleams red in the moonlight as a beast sits bene- nope, lost it. Entity 'ordered'!
I turned the empty chimera into a mouse ate it then cast burial imprisonment on myself
The Empty Chimera-mouse scurries away along the ground, wreathed in darkness in the night. through this, you are unable to locate it before the spell ends- but it seems just slightly unused to its ordinary movements when that occurs.
ACTION 3: From my pocket, I pick up what seems to be a glass eye, with an eerie white iris painted on. I roll the glass eye a safe distance away, then shoot a laser directly at the white iris.
The light from the laser seems to accumulate inside the glass eye, shimmering and glowing erratically, until... a beacon of white light spills out of the white iris, moving towards a certain point, the whitest thing currently in existence, the Shard of the Empty Chimera's Mask. The Shard flickers into view for a second, and then disappears, along with the beacon of white light, leaving only the Glass Eye. I pick up the Glass Eye, now infused with the power of the Empty Chimera's Mask, and smile.
Unfortunately, Hunger For Eggs On Toast already used the Mask shards, which were already mostly decoupled after The Realisation. You may do one extra action next round to compensate.
Action 1: I steal some salt and a chicken leg from a nearby grocery store.
Action 2: I create another salt elemental with the salt I stole, using the chicken leg instead of partridge essence.
Action 3: I extract poison from the frogs and put it into some of the salt the elementals produce this round. I then send the poisoned salt to Trump.
Orders: Elementals, produce salt! Elephant, distribute salt!
(Feel free to update even if I haven’t posted from now on, JOEbobobob. I’ve been busy lately and haven’t had a lot of time to come up with something to post.)
You summon another Salt Elemental! You poison trump, doing 14 damage and another 14 next round! Orders given! Request noted, though I generally don't hold updates unless nearly nobody posts, or it's a Sidequest- if you thought I was holding some update or another for you, odds are good it was just me slacking off. or being bad at time management.
Steve stabs Yahooguy. They are now at Critical Wounds. Something sloughs off... The Mask of Hungry Visitation is still on guard. The Pelicans gather rocks, as do the crabs (2+2+3+1+2+2+2 rocks, so each gets on average 2. since it's a nice and divisible number, it goes into their healthbars.) The Toast tree rolls low(1 on both d2s) and doesn't grow anything this turn. Chickens Digest. the Chicken Tender accelerates their digestions by 0.3 each! The gun is almost clear! The Interns gather rocks- 7 of them. It is a hateful mirror. Not-Aegislash sees no opportunities as it floats, blade bent and warped. Without the Pyramid Pigmen, the Inter-Dimensional Elephant only distributes 4 HP-units of Salt! The pyramid scheme wants more Salt Transfer to keep up with demand, but for now there's enough. On the plus side, the Elementals are now outpacing the bottleneck. The Bicyclops attack Poutine! they do 4 damage and destroy that 30-HP armor Trump bought! The Demogoblin idles. The Darkness pulls back its arm, and looks at the foolish Poutine, an unskilled combatant. Hardly worth the effort. Their twisted limb slashes forwards, deeper darkness trailing the curve, and rips into Poutine. Not an instant later, The limb pulls back,and the second arm comes down. The Rent Poutine belches black smog, But again the Darkness Given Form doesn't let up. No light comes from its blade-limbs as they cut, and cut, and cut- By the end of it, Poutine lies dead, Fallen. The Darkness Given Form nods to Lyricsdusk. For their body, they have been payed with the death of another. TheBlack Stars pulse, and something crawls out. The Pumpkin snails see something, and they seem almost giddy in anticipation... The last Assassin realizes they're nearly dead from poison, and decides to run away. Luckily for them, the Godmodders hiring terms allowed for them to flee once they were at 10 collective HP with no issues, and their poison is healed shortly thereafter. Trump is slightly cowed, but keeps at it, where 'It' is 'whatever it is he's doing'. He runs from market to market, and seems to be shopping mostly for glitter dust.
The Empty Chimera pulls its shadowy arm out of the ground, and throws a punch with its slender arm at the Mask of Hungry Visitation. A veneer of white flame races over the arm, and fades out just as fast, but the Mask of Hungry Visitation For Eggs On Toast is prepared, and ready to block. ...Which means it's Not ready for the clenched fingers to open up at the last second, a sudden Yank sending them stumbling aside. They bump into the toaster, doing 10 damage to it and taking... no damage themselves because they rolled a 40. Again. The Empty Chimera blitzes past them,the triple-jointed leg extending and pushing off the ground at lightning speed to move them everywhere they need to go,Red Claws lashing out five times in brilliant Sanguine Slashes, sending the two Pelicans tumbling- the Earth Pelican looses its suit, and the Kittenish one loses 8 rocks plus awakening integrity- while two more quarter the Rock Gunner (and lightly scar the Bunker itself), the final Cut seeming to Carve its way past space to leave a shallow scar along the Bicyclops's top head for 17 damage. The Chimera stops its mad dash, landing on one leg atop a nearby hill, and its snarling smile seems wider then ever, though it never shifted a bit. Its claws gleam red, and it shall Slaughter these beings. most Chimeras are optimised for combat, after all, and It is no exception.
(The Squidship's corpse starts to stir...).
[A-naturewriter] Terror Pants 127/200 HP (Bulletstorm, Spray and pray, machine gun, rockets, The big gun(locked on: None).). towering outside shopkeeper emporium. [A-naturewriter]Flying Spageti monster 32/55 HP 20 A/-15 A. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...? [OG-Acerak] Steve 43/25 HP, 0.5 Dig||Magic!A (Tunnel: 20.5/20) out of the battlefield! [OG-Moose/Acerak]Squidship of the Meese. 0/30 HP, In constant pain, a method of transport. 4A. out of the battlefield! [OG-Shard-Shard-Hunger For Eggs on Toast] Eishalon III: Mask of Hungry Visitation for Eggs on Toast (75% accuracy. can hit enemies by accident. stuck to HV. Mask instarepairs. ) 1/3 Energy Diamonds, 0 Awakening integrity (depleted) BUFF. [ OG-srovy?] Kittenish Pelican 88 rocks, on HfEoT's head. awakened (0/9 integrity) , awake. Earth Pelican 81 rocks. O look the pelican. on the kitten on HfEoT's head. ( 0/8 integrity) Rock Crabs 35 Rocks x7 awakened x4(13x4 integrity) [OG-Hunger(y) for Eggs on Toast] Poast Tree, 10/10 HP, Awakened(23/23 integrity), 0 toast.(+(1d2)d2 -1 pSnail/r) Intolerance Defence! Toaster 20/30 HP. Toasting 1 Toast I Toasterboy 13 Rocks. Awakened (0/30 integrity), 5 Toast III and 1 stone egg Stone chickenx2 64+14+$% Rocks. fed + toast. processing food I.3 / II.3. is a stone chicken. Awakened(0/26 integrity) Chicken Tender 36 Rocks Bunker (surrounding Pantheon) 45 Rocks. Launcher (launches rocks. Almost unjammed with poutine. unmanned.) Awakened(19/30 integrity) Interns 1/1x30 HP, Interning!Ax30 (bribed, Cyan, not, so, mindless.) [OG?-Arjan] Toast Pantheon 20/20 HP, immune to mold, surrounding tree. (awakened, 25/25 integrity) [OG-TheGreatOne] Not-Aegislash 5/20 HP, -10 to incoming damage, 1/1d8: Assassinate. Inter-Dimensional Elephant 150/200 HP, 6 IDMT(+1/R),Healthful Hygene, . Salt Elemental 23x2 HP, +4/R, HP is Salt. Waluigi has left the premises. Waluigi Thyme! [AG-Shard II]Eishalon II - Manifest Of Folly Some people know exactly what's going on, until they don't. the Eishalon may have been one of those... fryer, fryer, corpse on fi-er. [OG-naturewriter] Cosmic Monolith 46/100 HP 75% dodge chance. Dark Pulse(65) Antimatter(25x3) Flash (?) 4/4 Doomsday. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...? [OG-Bardymcbardyface] Astral Plane Chicken 150/150 HP 10A, lays eggs! Perceptive Potential. in Shopkeep shop in a Colosseum! Egg(x1d2 to 3+1d2) 20/20 HP (fostered III, Nurtured III. Warmed IV. any new ones lack these buffs but all have +2 fostered, +3 Warmed, and +1 Nurtured) [OG-LyricsDusk*] Bicyclops 25+8 HP, 17x2A [OG-Origin] Demogoblin 33/70 HP, 1/3 20A bombs. [All Hallows Eve-Lyricsdusk] Darkness given Form 50/50 HP 20A, blades of abyss,lightless onslaught. Darkness Given Soul ✦✦✦✦✦ SP, and something crawled out, but a hateful mirror. Darkness with purpose. •••••. heritage of the black star and the reign of none. The Hateful Scream 30/20 PercHP, And afterwards... . [OG] faithful Dog 200/100HP -33 to incoming damage! Solid diamond Deal with the Godmodder Pumpkin Snails! 15x7 HP Pumpkin!A [AG] Assassin GONE HP, 40% dodge. [AG]Trump 80/50 HP. has hella dosh. is being payed even hella-er dosh. 4/4 for Namesake. Covered in Glitter. [WAAAAAAAAA]WALUIGI HAS LEFT THIS LOCATION WITH ALL OF ITS... LUIGIS. IT IS TIME. WALUIGI THYME. AND WALUIGI THYME WAITS FOR GNOME ANN! [AG]100, 100% HP, item in 4%! leaving in 3! Numerology!A, 2,102 total HP! In stasis due to seasonal event! [All Hallows Eve] Empty Chimera. Slender Arm- Blemished. Draggingarm- Pristine. Claws- Razor Sharp. Shadow Tendril- Oozing. Legs- Duo. ???, ???.
[GM] Godmodder: 272 /300 HP 1/4 dimensionality, has rock snake (corpse?). Maintaining Empty Chimera. currently immune to attack. Hunger For Eggs On Toast: Founder, 66% skill. Owns a Unique'Magic Factory', Needs stuff he doesn't have. like FLEX TAP? woodworking skill which is not the same thing as cutting down trees: sufficient+. 1C.AC. Stuck to Mask of Hungresitation. Rock Mask, 52 rocks,23 cakes , Gathering Pickaxe FAICE!, Stone Rose, Is a fusion of Hungry Visitor and Srovy (6 actions! Actions must be self-consistent! Potential power boost. or not. more resistant to attack!) Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6 / 2), depleted. on battlefield. has several voidshards (~5). Completely untrustworthy. Ridiculous Wounds. SLight Wounds. pretty buff. has protected 14 Er... . Aeisenberg: with Phil swift, but not in the update room! rapier (minor attack buff)... +1?, Favour of the Deva, Coronal Relic (cyan), Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6), Probably Not a Martian. OrcalordBeyond: On battlefield, is a god which is possessing an air elemental which has turned into a offbrand flex sealed old yellow fire-breath animal and is flying. in Paradox Tennis (If an update passes between their post and the next P.tennis one, they can post in the main dop too.) Dracoflamer: on battlefield, probably(?)! deserves to be remembered forever. f'real. Cannot exhaust or over-strain muscles. ADrunkenDwarf: hand cut! Large Voidshard- sharp. 4 unknown objects(radiating bits of magic every so often), 6 practical joke implements. Yellow Eishalon Mask (5.7) - Storms Squire II, Thunder Twitches I, 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔇ominance VI (Draconic Dominance.). SirNatureWriter: just check their sector. shiny, !shiny! scrap metal, 2070ish? bottles of Restricted Godmodder energy. isn't currently being a shopkeeper. Book from the Globglogabgalab's set (Animated). Acerak the Eternal. <Garfield the Tabaxi: Reviled by Globglogabgalab! slightly wounded. guardian spirits, summoning mount, shielded, 1 charge stored. Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Pong-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Thumb War-Monopoly-Tennis is a sane game for sane people?!> BardymcBardface: light wounds! historianism III! 2 charges! in weird lobby! The- Purity embodied. (Signed photo of Waluigi! Box of Thymemicrophoneamen. has a Safe. full of stuff. and a spike-bush.) The Great One: Minor Wounds. LyricsDusk:. 6 Soul Points. Tenebrous Leverage (lesser). Yahooguy(googleguy): Serious Wounds!
Oh yes? Poast tree? I'll have you know that I will fix this writing mistake of the incompetent GM. I use my Woodworking abilities to violently correct the Poast tree into a proper Toast tree.
I guess I should do something about the supposed not mindlessness of my interns. I make them an job offer that they can not refuse, turning them into (unpaid) employees after letting them sign magic contracts.
I collect rock and give my orders: Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chickens make eggs. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer rebuild the wall on our side.
ENTITY ACTIONS: Bicyclops, please get some of hungry for eggs on toast's Healing Salt, to heal your wounded head. Darkness, destroy Trump.
EXTRA ACTION (CHARGE): I stare in dismay as the glass eye rolls in my hand, utterly devoid of the Empty Chimera's essence. In anger, I crush the glass eye into little glass shards and throw them into the air. The glass shards spin in the air, and then suddenly pull towards the iron-shelled crystal, melding into the iron shell.
Bodhisattva Bullet: 3/20
ACTION 1: I take out my pistol and shoot a bullet at a nearby tree, causing it to shake and drop a leaf into a Nether Portal, startling a nearby Ghast into launching a fireball at the leaf, that unfortunately misses the leaf and flies directly at me, allowing me to deflect it at the Empty Chimera's legs with a Diamond Sword.
Action 1: I cast Wish and make the Godmodder disappears forever.
Action 2: If that doesn't work, I cast Banishment as a 6th level spell, banishing the Godmodder, Rock Snake, and Empty Chimera (Each make a CHA Saving Throw DC 15)
Action 3: If that still doesn't doesn't work, I cast Spirit Guardians at 9th level centered on me. Anything that comes within 15 ft of me takes 9d8 Radiant damage
ENTITY ACTIONS: Darkness and Bicyclops, destroy the Wall for once and for all.
How do you kill this Empty Chimera thing? Destroy its appendages and do absolutely nothing to its vital organs, if it even has any?
ACTION 1: Whatever the case, I begin to stand completely still. So completely still that not even a hair on my head is moving, that I appear like a statue, though an incredibly lifelike statue. The Empty Chimera notices the statue, and with its eye-hole-thing, regards it as a particularly nice statue. Then the statue moves, as in I move, as I was the statue, and pulls out a gun. Before the Empty Chimera can react, I shoot both its legs with two bullets, shattering them forcibly.
ACTION 2 (CHARGE): The two bullets I shot split into shrapnel, and immediately are attracted by the glowing crystal. The metal shrapnel attaches to the crystal, and begins to form a metal shell.
Bodhisattva Bullet: 2/20
Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chicken eat a toast. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer cast "Turn Wall" on Trumps wall to turn it into our wall.
I use the unique factory to turn the shards of the mask of the empty chimera into an energy diamond for my mask.
I create a Rock-Miner made out of rock, who is supposed to mine rock for me.
I introduce my minions including the interns to the salt pyramid scheme.
Action 1: I offer to buy health insurance for the assassins. This specific insurance plan completely covers any life-saving medication, which would include the antidote to their poison, although it has lousy dental coverage.
Action 2: I show Googleguy the search engine Yahoo. He loves Yahoo so much, he becomes Yahooguy. Due to the fact Yahoo is worse than Google, Yahooguy is now worse than Googleguy was.
Action 3: I order the Inter-Dimensional Elephant to create a portal to the Amazon Rainforest. I go through and start looking for poisonous frogs.
Orders: Salt Elemental, create salt! Pyramid Pigmen, distribute salt! Not-Aegislash, survive and assassinate Yahooguy!
I turn him into a mouse using polymorph, eat him, the cast imprisonment, burial on myself
I am leader of the yep cult:https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/82135-yep-cult Pronouns are she/her
ACTION 3: I pull out a sniper, and place my eye to the scope. Settling on my target, the Empty Chimera's dragging arm, I fire the bullet. When the bullet hits its target, it explodes in a flash of green, spreading acid onto the Empty Chimera's dragging arm, which starts melting.
(NULL) Also, you shouldn't target googleguy due to only one round of actions.
I collect rock x3
Action One: Within the black and white scarred shell remaining of his former self, the "wi- No, that couldn't be accurate. The corpse may still be weird, but it has changed. It no longer looks like some D&D reject who forgot his dice bag. It lacks the sort of nonchalant chaos it held before. It is not the form of some odd being or a "wizard," except if you follow the paths of necromancers and dark mages, twisted by their own deeds and magical practices. No. It can only be called something else. The scarred one? No, everyone knows "the scared one" would be more accurate. The Tortured Soul? No, too edgy. Hmm... Yes. That's it... ZEBRA MAN! Perfect... Actually, that's almost not serious enough. Its close, but no cig-
Some guy in a suit sneaks onto the battlefield and whispers to no one in particular, "Smoking is bad. If you say it, you're out of a job."
-significance! That was obviously where that sentence was going. Anyways, no soup for Zebra Man. No soup. But, maybe it isn't the corpse that is the problem. Sure, it was burnt by forever white flames while encased in the black of shadows. But such an experience would never run just skin deep. No one (other than the Godmodder and maybe Hunger for Eggs on Toast (I have no idea how his HP works)) could survive such an attack with mere surface wounds (Granted, he did loose his whole midsection). It would touch the mind and, more relevantly, the soul. He could not merely stay a charismatically purple individual with no concept of real reality. Those scars run deep and may never truly be erased. That may be why whatever is left, if anything is, has chosen to stay in this malformed creation. It is left with no other concept of self, everything else burnt away through shadowed acids and cursed flames, emptying the once full being. What is left must now define it. And what it is is the Remainder.
-Within the black and white shell that is its new self, the Remainder lifts off the ground. It does not jump to its feet or slowly sit up. It just raises up, floating vertically in midair, its limbs remaining limp and unmoving. Slowly, its eyes open, revealing two marbles, one shining an eerie white and the other cut a silent black. Then, its head rises and it blinks as if it just awoke from a light nap. Its face is a pure swirl of frozen black and glowing white, converging near the center on its flattened nose. Twisting stripes run off its neck and diverge to run down its arms into the thin, sharp fingers of its new form. On the chest, the lines run in a pinwheel centered on the hole in its torso. From there, the lines twist down unrealistically slim legs to its feet, spinning about the bulging flesh that warps the feet into its own land of hills and valleys. As a whole, the body seems like a twisted mirror of its creator.
Suddenly, the Remainder's arms leap out, holding its palms forward as if being pulled apart by chains. There, it can be clearly seen that the two hands share a mirrored pattern, but are inhabited by the opposite colors in its swirls. Where black is on the one is white on the other, and where white is there is instead black. Then, its legs bend and shift as its hands rise up in fists just a few inches in front of its forehead. Obvious pain seemed to radiate from its forehead. Its eyes are wide with searing pain, but its mouth doesn't open; it doesn't scream. Suddenly, it falls limp back onto the ground. It stays there for some time, curled up in a ball of shining shadows.
Slowly, a black dawn rises through the small sphere and the Remainder rises. This time, it crawls to its feet, not in a possessed way, but an almost natural way. Its opposing eyes scan the battlefield, revealing nothing but unfeeling secrets. Then, its head slowly nods down to look at its left shoulder. Its right hand reaches up to its upper left arm and pulls down, grabbing nothing but air. However, as its hand lowers and it looks down at its palm, the "wizard's" safe rests in its hand. The Remainder regards the safe with mild disinterest and tosses it to the side. The safe should fly somewhere off and land hard on the ground and crushing under the new being's force. However, the safe instead crashes through an orange flash and disappears. The Remainder continues on without notice.
Actions 2 & 3: The Remainder rubs both its eyes. As its fingers remove themselves from the eyes, they hold two substances. The one that touched its empty white, is covered in a white flame. It dances with seeming delight, shining brightly while the new being doesn't flinch. On the other finger, black liquid drips from a slimy blob, like a head nodded down in despair. As the drops land on the ground, the dirt is stained with shadows.
For now, it seems disinterested in the white flames. It discards this and allows it to swiftly burn out on the fuel-less ground. Instead, it focuses its attention on the black goop. Its empty hand reaches up to its black eye and sort of squeeze it, pinching out a large strand of black goop. It grabs this strand with its other hand and pulls it apart, stretching it into a fine sheet. The being drops the sheet in its left hand and reaches under it. Some strange magnetism elevates the sheet as the left hand rises from below, making the goop horizontal once again. Its right hand drops its side of the sheet, yet the goop remains, held tighter by the other hand than by gravity itself.The right hand forms a tight fist and points out a black tipped index finger. As it does, more black goop shoots out, but instantly freezes, forming a long, sharp finger.
The Remainder then goes to work, cutting words into the liquid parchment. Its finger moves in a frenzy, fear alight in its eyes. It senses some meaning it cannot grasp, and must reach out to it as it taunts at escape. Its white eye burns with some forgotten spark, while its black eyes stares coolly at the task ahead, knowing the need of an end, but not knowing what it is. This is what it writes:
"What is fear but an arousal of sense? Without knowledge, without thought, none can fear. A deer would not fear the wolf if it did not understand its danger. If it was not aware of the hungry gleam and ferocious grin as the beast smelled prey. If it felt no pain as claws ripped through its hind legs. If it did not think of the jaws tightening around its torso as it was flung to the ground. If it had no understanding of life's fragility. No, it would not feel fear, for it would not feel anything. It would not have the sense to eat or drink. It would not breathe. Such a creature would die as birth just began, not knowing its needs and fear of death. Need brings fear. Power brings fear. Life brings fear. And, the greatest fear, the source of all fear, is death. For one to be fear, they must embody death. They must reach out into one's most sacred desires and tear them all to ruin. Death is not the opposite of life. Death is the destruction of one's goals, one's dreams. If a man does not fear death, death must take the man's strength, his confidence, his pride. Death takes all from those unwary of it. Death is, and always shall be, even as life ends, for, across the cosmos, life hopes to build, and death must destroy."
As the being ends its writing, its whole body seems to go limp. While it still stands, it seems to have lost. It cannot know what it had, but it has it no more. It looks down at the parchment and the slightest glare enters its eye. The black parchment suddenly solidifies into an almost true paper, and the being rolls it up and stuffs it into the hole in its chest, causing it to hide within its shadowy meld.
Spawning of Reapers: 2/5
Entity Order... : The Demogoblin watched as its client died. He saw the new, crumpled being rise in its ruined form. He had no answer. For all of the trapped evil in his mind, he knew not of the forces currently at play. With nothing better to do, he sighs. "I'll sue them real good. I've just gotta finish the job at hand." And so he takes his next bomb and throws it at the Wall.
A Testament to the "Wizard".
His Last Thoughts (for now at least):
The weirdo finds himself in a black cage with white bars. Or maybe a white cage with black bars. Maybe both. He doesn't know. He feels dead. From within, he pulls out a crystal ball. As he stares into its misty gloom, he sees some black and white corpse with a hole in it floating where he was. He squints at it and notices that the corpse is of his unspecified height, length, and width. He then notices it is the same colors as his cage. "Oh, come on! I'm dead, aren't I!? Or at least stuck! Come on! And the Chimera didn't even go for my face! I told it my face was fair game, and it made me lose my lunch instead! And it burnt my shirt off! I liked that shirt. It was simple and to the point. Jerk. And what about my plans!? There's no way that thing knows what to do with the safe! Please let me out. Please. I already got stuck in a snail trial! Why do I have to do this? I'll have Demogoblin sue that Chimera if it's the last thing I do... Oh, right." He groans and watches as the invisible chains pull his new self's limbs. Suddenly, he himself is bound by those same chains. "Oh no." He watches as the creature curls up and reaches for its mind. "No. No. No no no no no no no no." And, just like that, the Remainder becomes empty.
(Null) Well, it seems that O-R-I-G-I-N- is now a soulless, unthinking corpse! That sounds like a lot of Nightmare Fuel. Also, AAAAAAAA-
Cthulhu makes himself forg... who was he making himself forget again? he can't recall... oh well.
You eat a magic donut.
You attempt to kill Not-Aegislash. Due to your later transformation into Yahooguy, this attack is weakened. Due to Not-Aegislash's damage resistance, the weaker attack does no damage.
You start a fire. It doesn't take long for someone to notice it, and soon enough they put it out, but the church's doors and general area are destroyed. Some Bovemists are injured, but you're not sure if those are His cultists.
Orders given. Yeah, the Empty Chimera will just... die, after enough of its bits are broken. I think the amount for that was like... three to five, depending on which limbs and what order.
You shoot the Chimera! However, the Chimera isn't the sort to appreciate statues, keeping it from being surprised enough to not dodge, which it does.
Your charge continues!
You give the mask of hungry visitation an Energy Diamond! You use 33 rocks to make a rock miner! It's nature is equivalent to a rock crab, so it will be folded into that list unless you need it for something in particular.
Pyramid Scheme increased!
One of the assassins accepts your offer. The other one is suspicious (and rightfully so, since as it turns out the poison reacts badly to almost all attempts to cure it. the first assassin dies soon after).
You change Googleguy into Yahooguy, making him weaker!
You... do that?
Orders given!
...turn who into a mouse?
The Empty Chimera pulls its dragging arm up in a crescent, striking the bullet in midair and causing it to spread acid over the claws instead. They seem to not be vulnerable to corrosion...
3+1+1+4 + 1+1+4+4 + 2+3+2+1 (27) rocks collected
The
(Images! just as copypasteable, easier to read, and look cooler!),throws the Safe aside, before writing... stuff, preparing to summon an entity! charge interference... hm... your scroll reacts with the base structure of the universe, but not perfectly. is Death not neutral, unfeeling? there are those who value killing, and death does not prevent that value, though it will come to them in their time, too. How do you intend to align the creation of constructs, ones aligned and not unfeeling, to that death which does not feel?
method of transport. 4A. out of the battlefield!
1/3 Energy Diamonds, 0 Awakening integrity (depleted) BUFF.
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Pumpkin Snails! 15x7 HP Pumpkin!A
pretty buff. has protected 14 Er... . 
- Purity embodied.
Demogoblin ordered.
(I haven't finished the image yet- it took a while for me to decide exactly how to portray the face. Faces are very important to make things look creepy instead of just alien, I find.)
Steve shanks Yahooguy. Yahooguy is now lightly injured! They'll keep doing this until ordered otherwise.
The mask is there to defend the base.
The Pelicans gather rocks! the crabs also gather rocks(4+3+5+2+3+3+3 of them). the toast tree grows toast, and the toaster boy sees the toast is toasted and takes out/puts in toast.
The chicken eats a piece of toast. The Wallomancer which is still ambiguous in terms of existance takes control of the wall!
The interns collect 5 rocks. (And there was a hateful mirror.)
Not-Aegislash prepares to assassinate Yahooguy... and it sees its chance, sinking its blade into their neck before moving away. Yahooguy received Major Wounds!
the pyramid pigmen distribute 1 salt each! they're going to need more salt elementals...
The astral plane chicken might as well be ignored until the end of this section. In fact, since it's not remotely likely to get attacked or do anything interesting for a while, let's just say it's in functional stasis.
The Bicyclops attacks the wall, doing 14+17=31 damage! the Demogoblin follows up, destroying the Wall entirely!
the Darkness given Form moves on and attacks Trump, doing 20 damage! In the darkness, flesh shifts...
Poutine conjures some poutine, which they feed trump, healing them for 20 HP! Trump heads over to the patent office and declares every type of Cyan pigment a medicine through some esoteric legal argument he got from his team of superlawyers. Then, he spends more hella dosh on medical trials involving each pigment.
The Pumpkin Snails confer, and agree- The trials cannot be held without one to try. some of the snails were very set on trials, and find this very distressing.
The Empty Chimera approaches the Demogoblin,crimson claws slashing out and catching them in the chest. The long cuts start bleeding in moments...37 damage! Not stopping for a moment, its slender arm reaches past them and grabs Yahooguy, throwing them bodily into the pyramid pigmen, killing all 7 and giving Yahooguy Serious Wounds. Then, its Shadow arm oozes into the soil beneath it, coming out elsewhere and changing something, though it is unclear what.
[A-naturewriter] Terror Pants 127/200 HP (Bulletstorm, Spray and pray, machine gun, rockets, The big gun(locked on: None).). towering outside shopkeeper emporium.
[A-naturewriter] Flying Spageti monster 32/55 HP 20 A/-15 A. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...?
[OG-Acerak] Steve 43/25 HP, 0.5 Dig||Magic!A (Tunnel: 20.5/20) out of the battlefield!
[OG-Moose/Acerak] Squidship of the Meese. 0/30 HP, In constant pain, a
[OG-Shard-Shard-Hunger For Eggs on Toast] Eishalon III: Mask of Hungry Visitation for Eggs on Toast (75% accuracy. can hit enemies by accident. stuck to HV. Mask instarepairs. )
[ OG-srovy?] Kittenish Pelican 91 rocks, on HfEoT's head. awakened (9/9 integrity) , awake.
Earth Pelican 76 rocks, rock suit. O look the pelican. on the kitten on HfEoT's head. ( 1/8 integrity)
Rock Crabs 33 Rocks x7 awakened x4(13x4 integrity)
[OG-Hunger(y) for Eggs on Toast] Toast Tree, 10/10 HP, Awakened(23/23 integrity), 0 toast.(+(1d2)d2 -1 pSnail/r) Intolerance Defence!
Toaster 30/30 HP. Toasting 1 Toast
Toasterboy 13 Rocks. Awakened (0/30 integrity), 5 Toast III and 1 stone egg
Stone chicken 17+$@ Rocks. fed + toast. processing food I. is a stone chicken. Awakened(0/26 integrity)
Bunker (surrounding Pantheon) 45 Rocks. Launcher (launches rocks. a little jammed with poutine. manned by 7-rock gunner with 13 awaken!) Awakened(30/30 integrity)
Interns 1/1x30 HP, Interning!Ax30 (bribed, Cyan, mindless.)
[OG?-Arjan] Toast Pantheon 20/20 HP, immune to mold, surrounding tree. (awakened, 25/25 integrity)
Turrets 1x4 HP 1x4A, (awakened 25/25 integrity)
[OG-TheGreatOne] Not-Aegislash 20/20 HP, -10 to incoming damage, 0/1d8: Assassinate.
Pyramid Pigmen 1x0 hp, scheme exaggeration A!x0
Inter-Dimensional Elephant 150/200 HP, 5 IDMT(+1/R),Healthful Hygene,
Salt Elemental 21 HP, +4/R, HP is Salt.
Waluigi has left the premises. Waluigi Thyme!
[AG-Shard II] Eishalon II - Manifest Of Folly Some people know exactly what's going on, until they don't. the Eishalon may have been one of those... fryer, fryer, corpse on fi-er.
[OG-naturewriter] Cosmic Monolith 46/100 HP 75% dodge chance. Dark Pulse(65) Antimatter(25x3) Flash (?) 4/4 Doomsday. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...?
[OG-Bardymcbardyface] Astral Plane Chicken 150/150 HP 10A, lays eggs! Perceptive Potential. in Shopkeep shop in a Colosseum!
Egg(x1d2 to 3+1d2) 20/20 HP (fostered III, Nurtured III. Warmed IV. any new ones lack these buffs but all have +2 fostered, +3 Warmed, and +1 Nurtured)
[OG-LyricsDusk*] Some Dosh.
Bicyclops 25+25 HP, 17x2A
[OG-Origin] Demogoblin 33/70 HP, 1/3 20A bombs.
[All Hallows Eve-Lyricsdusk] Darkness given Form 50/50 HP 20A, blades of abyss,lightless onslaught. Darkness Given Soul ✦✦✦✦✦ SP, and something crawled out, but a hateful mirror. Darkness with purpose. •••••. heritage of the black star and the reign of none.
[OG] faithful Dog 200/100HP -33 to incoming damage! Solid diamond Deal with the Godmodder
[AG] Assorted Assassins, 9 HP, 40% dodge. Poisoned: -1 HP/r! 5/1d8 : Assassinate.
[AG] Trump 80/50 HP. has hella dosh. is being payed even hella-er dosh. 4/4 for Namesake.
The Wall 0/20 HP, was on HV's side by the end? Awakened (0/25 integrity)
Poutine, 81+30 HP. +4 HP/turn. Is made of fries, cheese, and a person.
[WAAAAAAAAA] WALUIGI HAS LEFT THIS LOCATION WITH ALL OF ITS... LUIGIS. IT IS TIME. WALUIGI THYME. AND WALUIGI THYME WAITS FOR GNOME ANN!
[AG] 100, 100% HP, item in 4%! leaving in 3! Numerology!A, 2,102 total HP! In stasis due to seasonal event!
[All Hallows Eve] Empty Chimera. Slender Arm- Blemished. Dragging arm- Pristine. Claws-
Razor Sharp. Shadow Tendril- Oozing. Legs- Duo. ???, ???.
[GM] Godmodder: 272 /300 HP 1/4 dimensionality, has rock snake (corpse?). Maintaining Empty Chimera. currently immune to attack.
Hunger For Eggs On Toast: Founder, 66% skill. Owns a Unique 'Magic Factory', Needs stuff he doesn't have. like FLEX TAP? woodworking skill which is not the same thing as cutting down trees: sufficient+. 1C.AC. Stuck to Mask of Hungresitation. Rock Mask, 131 rocks,23 cakes , Gathering Pickaxe FAICE!, Stone Rose, Is a fusion of Hungry Visitor and Srovy (6 actions! Actions must be self-consistent! Potential power boost. or not. more resistant to attack!) Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6 / 2), depleted. on battlefield. has several voidshards (~5). Completely untrustworthy. Ridiculous Wounds. SLight Wounds.
Aeisenberg: with Phil swift, but not in the update room! rapier (minor attack buff)... +1?, Favour of the Deva, Coronal Relic (cyan), Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6), Probably Not a Martian.
OrcalordBeyond: On battlefield, is a god which is possessing an air elemental which has turned into a offbrand flex sealed old yellow fire-breath animal and is flying. in Paradox Tennis (If an update passes between their post and the next P.tennis one, they can post in the main dop too.)
Dracoflamer: on battlefield, probably(?)! deserves to be remembered forever. f'real. Cannot exhaust or over-strain muscles.
ADrunkenDwarf: hand cut! Large Voidshard- sharp. 4 unknown objects(radiating bits of magic every so often), 6 practical joke implements. Yellow Eishalon Mask (5.7) - Storms Squire II, Thunder Twitches I, 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔇ominance VI (Draconic Dominance.).
SirNatureWriter: just check their sector. shiny, !shiny! scrap metal, 2070ish? bottles of Restricted Godmodder energy. isn't currently being a shopkeeper. Book from the Globglogabgalab's set (Animated).
Acerak the Eternal.
<Garfield the Tabaxi: Reviled by Globglogabgalab!
slightly wounded. guardian spirits, summoning mount, shielded, 1 charge stored. Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Pong-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Thumb War-Monopoly-Tennis is a sane game for sane people?!>BardymcBardface: light wounds! historianism III! 2 charges! in weird lobby!
The
(Signed photo of Waluigi! Box of Thymemicrophoneamen. has a Safe. full of stuff. and a spike-bush.)
The Great One: Minor Wounds.
LyricsDusk:. 6 Soul Points. Tenebrous Leverage.
Yahooguy(googleguy): Serious Wounds!
ENTITY ACTIONS: I think the Darkness and Bicyclops should appreciate Poutine's self-confidence in his identity by destr.
ACTION 1: It seems like the best option is to go for the Empty Chimera's legs, as they're stuck in the ground.
I take a piece of paper out, scrunch it into a ball, and shape it into a bullet. Then I place the paper bullet in my pistol and shoot it at the Empty Chimera's left leg.
The paper bullet shoots out, and smashes directly into the Empty Chimera's left leg because it was unpapered.
ACTION 2: For my next target, I take the Some Dosh that Trump gave me, and offer it to Trump. Trump accepts because of the scent of Dosh is too overwhelming for him to resist, and he doesn't resist that the Dosh is actually explosively armed until it explodes, dealing high damage to Trump.
Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chicken eat a toast. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer turn Rocks into Bricks.
I create another Rock Chicken and order it to eat toast too. There is a too high toast to egg production ratio, which I am going to fix.
I also create a Rock Chicken tender out of rocks, who tends to the chicken and defends them.
I oversee all my entities.
Action 1: The
(that is better. Thanks) stares blankly into space. It blinks in a way that may almost be disbelief. Its head turns back and forth slowly as one of its hands cover its white eyes. Its empty hand slowly reaches into the hole in its gut and pulls out its scroll. Its black eye scans over it, dazed. It finishes reading, and its head continues to slowly rotate. It seems to have no recollection of what it wrote. But there is a flaw. It knows this flaw, it understands this flaw, it understands those words, but it lacks a spark. The connection. What the words mean and how they were written are lost to him. It feels a vague sense of invasion, as if it was not who it is, but someone else. It looks back to the subtle rage it felt looking at the scroll just moments ago and cannot understand why. The scroll almost represents death. Almost. It could be used. It could fulfill its plans. Why did it not understand?
Regardless of its personal afflictions, the being recognizes that the scroll needs completed. It stuffs the scroll back into its chest (I never meant that as a pun, but...) and removes its hand from its face, reaching out off to its left. Its claw-like fingers leap out and slice down, leaving five white lines floating in the air. Its other hand gestures toward the lines, and they expand out. Both of its hands then roll around themselves, pointing all fingers at the lines. They lines stretch and bend until they form a tall pentagram. Its far hand's fingers burst from a fist and point at the empty space, which fills with space. The line becomes a doorway, and the
steps through.
It finds itself in a dark and gloomy library. Shelves of withered, ashy wood line the rough wooden floor. Low candles burn a dull gray as the float across the hall. The
turns to one of the shelves and pulls out an old, heavy text. The book's black cover binds together thousands of rotten, yellow pages. He skims through the pages and slams it shut, its eyes uninterested in the old book. "Hello," a withered voice caws. The
turns to see an old woman with a beak like nose reaching out for the book in its hand. She wears old robes that is littered with various stitches. She snatches the book out of its hand and flips through the pages. "So, this isn't the book you're looking for, hmm?" The
glares at her, and a burning white scythe materializes in its hand. "Ah, so that's what you're looking for." The woman disappears for a moment and reappears with a brown book. On its cover, two crossed swords meet with the blade of a scythe as a skull watches over them. "This should be to your liking. Drop it on the whatever ground you're nearest to and I'll return it. Good day." Suddenly, the
feels itself being pushed and returns to the battlefield.
The being's eyes tilt to a glare. Reluctantly, it opens the book and begins reading through the pages. Within moments, it finds itself immersed in tales of Immense Beings who called themselves Gods. Their tales rapidly unfold as the being searches through the book. As it finishes the book, a madness seems to over take it. The
takes the scroll back out and begins cutting furiously into it, adding:
"For it is a must that death fulfills its purpose. Without death, there is no fear, there is no true life. The ideas of death matter not upon its work. It simply must. As Osiris stands judge of death, he does not take joy in the ruin he causes. He once was thought to rule men, but was cast aside. Only through the natural course of being does he control death, but he does reap the souls all the same. Thanatos, son of Nyx, son of fear, does merely follow the hand of fate. Hel, daughter of Loki, daughter of trickery, tortures the souls she reaps. And the Shinigami, Japanese spirits of death who have been known to possess malicious intent. All of these aspects created by men. How does man claim to know what death is? Men will never truly grasp this "death" without truly falling through Tartarus and returning back again. Even so, we must define it all the same, just as death must cause ruin and despair. Every being defines death as they please. But, death holds no care for man's ideals. It must kill, and so it shall, in whatever form it may choose to take."
The
rubs its eyes as it finishes writing. It gently places the scroll back into the hole in its stomach and seems to breathe.
Spawning of Reaper: 3/5
Action 2: Suddenly, the
white skin glows and pain shocks its body. The hand on the side of its black eye jumps up to cover the black eye. Meanwhile, the arm on the side of the white eye rises, its palm filled with bright white fire. Its white eye gleams with hungry rage. Its thin mouth seems to curl into a smile, but refuses to open. Slowly, the hand covering its black eye pulls itself away, revealing a similar hunger now afflicting its other eye. The shock of pain seems to leave its tensed body and it takes a single step forward. As it does, it disappears into a long line of shadows. The dodges across the ground, spinning from the slight shadows of grass to the shadows of any of the cobbled ruins. After a few moments of these random leaps, the shadow darts into the center of the battlefield and the
leaps out, appearing right behind Not-Ageislash. Its burning hand grabs the blade of the dusk stone born sword and white fire envelopes it. The fire dances about the blade, spinning and twirling until it completely encompasses the blade. The sword struggles to escape the 
's burning grasp, trying to cut at the hand that holds it and beat the being's face with its shield, but the
's other hand hugs around the creature's shield and grabs the blade near is cross-guard, stabilizing it. The fire intensifies, and the golden ore used to forge the sword begins to melt. Molten gold rolls off the burning blade, singeing the ground below it. The
's white eye gleams as a small drop barely touches its misshapen foot. It tosses the false Pokemon to the side and slinks back into the shadows.
Action 3: The
reappears at the ruins of the Windmill, its entire being seeming relaxed and somewhat at ease. Neither it nor the "wizard" (nor the narrator) truly knew what the Windmill was for, but all three seemed to understand a single fact. It spawned a monster. And that monster was spawned by the Chimera's disease. It crouches down to the ground and touches the ruins. Its flat nose breathes in a single, long breath. Suddenly, from one hand, a white pulse runs along the remains. The energy rides across the desolate metal until it reaches a few feet past the dead Mechanical Monster. Then, the wave bends in midair and slowly curves its way back to the
, all returning to its white eye. As that pulse dissipates, the other hand releases another pulse, this one of a slower, black energy. The wave expands and returns as the other did before returning to the black eye. The
then simply stands and looks at the broken creature. As it stares, its two eyes begin to view the ruin in two distinct ways. The white eye watches a poisonous energy that seems both long dead yet still present as it emanates from the broken ruins. The black eye seems to focus in on a single detail, a set of claw marks. The two eyes' visions then seem to adjust to each other and meld, and the
attempts to learn more of the workings of the Chimera's, and perhaps one day its own, poison.
Entity Order-ish: Demogoblin lays on the ground as his chest aches and bleeds. "I didn't want to die again. The first was bad enough. This one... no." He places his hand on his chest and finds it still covered in blood. "Huh, I always wondered if I bled fires like a few of the others. Good thing I don't then. Heh. The stupid "wizard" probably didn't put enough charge in for that. Heh." Slowly, he sits up, moaning as he does. "Can't die yet. Still got a job to do. Gotta sue that creature. But for what? My client acted first. He attacked. The Chimera could just call self defense. No. I couldn't get him on traditional murder. Maybe a war crime. I'd bet you're not allowed to experiment on prisoners of war..." He slips a blue book out of his pocket and flips through. "Yup, article 8.2.3., no biological or medical experimentation. Just gotta build my case." (Demogoblin idles (with ROLEPLAYING))
I turned the empty chimera into a mouse ate it then cast burial imprisonment on myself
I am leader of the yep cult:https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/82135-yep-cult Pronouns are she/her
ACTION 3: From my pocket, I pick up what seems to be a glass eye, with an eerie white iris painted on. I roll the glass eye a safe distance away, then shoot a laser directly at the white iris.
The light from the laser seems to accumulate inside the glass eye, shimmering and glowing erratically, until... a beacon of white light spills out of the white iris, moving towards a certain point, the whitest thing currently in existence, the Shard of the Empty Chimera's Mask. The Shard flickers into view for a second, and then disappears, along with the beacon of white light, leaving only the Glass Eye. I pick up the Glass Eye, now infused with the power of the Empty Chimera's Mask, and smile.
I awaken the new stone chicken, I use necromancy on the dead wall, bringing it back to life as undead wall on my side, I collect stone.
Action 1: I steal some salt and a chicken leg from a nearby grocery store.
Action 2: I create another salt elemental with the salt I stole, using the chicken leg instead of partridge essence.
Action 3: I extract poison from the frogs and put it into some of the salt the elementals produce this round. I then send the poisoned salt to Trump.
Orders: Elementals, produce salt! Elephant, distribute salt!
(Feel free to update even if I haven’t posted from now on, JOEbobobob. I’ve been busy lately and haven’t had a lot of time to come up with something to post.)
I assume that means 'by destroying him'?
The Empty Chimera pivots. doing a half-cartwheel with its shadowy arm as a support, to dodge the bullet!
Trump accepts the Dosh, taking 50 damage! You're not sure, but you think he said, amidst the coughing, something along the lines of "Worth it".
orders the given.
Rock Chicken created with 64 more rocks!
You create a rock chicken tender with 36 rocks!
And you watch your entities. Hm... something's up with the toast tree. it just seems a bit... off.
Spawning of the Reaper progressed! charge-quest continuation accepted. It may choose from a pseudo-random benefit encompassed by the concept-approximation bundle 'Inevitability/fate/eternity/fear', worth somewhat more then 1 CP, or a flat progression bonus of 1 CP.
's flames blaze over Not-Aegislash,thin flickers of velvet blackness racing up its blade seemingly to meet them, but fizzling out- too little, too late, and too murky (and yet not murky enough, somehow...). Due to Not-Aegislash's damage resistance, though, you only do 15 damage, leaving it alive.
observes the Windmill's ruins. The White sees wrongness and vividness and piercing familiarity in sharp relief, drops and smoke and forsaken purity mistaken for corruption. The Black sees red, not in the sense of anger, but as a sort of flickering, fading glow, something not opposed to it like the White Purity, nor aligned to it like the endless night, but entirely ambivalent, something unconnected in that same vital sense that bridges the paradox, bridges eternity and fragility, without likewise applying to possibility. It can barely feel it, in the subtly of its essence and the edges of its being, but it can tell that, something about it, has this terrible, ravenous hunger, a hunger which gleams red in the moonlight as a beast sits bene- nope, lost it.
The
Then, the
Entity 'ordered'!
The Empty Chimera-mouse scurries away along the ground, wreathed in darkness in the night. through this, you are unable to locate it before the spell ends- but it seems just slightly unused to its ordinary movements when that occurs.
Unfortunately, Hunger For Eggs On Toast already used the Mask shards, which were already mostly decoupled after The Realisation. You may do one extra action next round to compensate.
you do the first thing! the wall isn't... dead, really, just destroyed, so necromancy doesn't have 'leverage', so to speak. you collect 14 rocks!
You summon another Salt Elemental! You poison trump, doing 14 damage and another 14 next round!
Orders given! Request noted, though I generally don't hold updates unless nearly nobody posts, or it's a Sidequest- if you thought I was holding some update or another for you, odds are good it was just me slacking off. or being bad at time management.
Steve stabs Yahooguy. They are now at Critical Wounds.
Something sloughs off...
The Mask of Hungry Visitation is still on guard.
The Pelicans gather rocks, as do the crabs (2+2+3+1+2+2+2 rocks, so each gets on average 2. since it's a nice and divisible number, it goes into their healthbars.)
The Toast tree rolls low(1 on both d2s) and doesn't grow anything this turn.
Chickens Digest. the Chicken Tender accelerates their digestions by 0.3 each!
The gun is almost clear!
The Interns gather rocks- 7 of them. It is a hateful mirror.
Not-Aegislash sees no opportunities as it floats, blade bent and warped.
Without the Pyramid Pigmen, the Inter-Dimensional Elephant only distributes 4 HP-units of Salt! The pyramid scheme wants more Salt Transfer to keep up with demand, but for now there's enough. On the plus side, the Elementals are now outpacing the bottleneck.
The Bicyclops attack Poutine! they do 4 damage and destroy that 30-HP armor Trump bought!
The Demogoblin idles.
The Darkness pulls back its arm, and looks at the foolish Poutine, an unskilled combatant. Hardly worth the effort. Their twisted limb slashes forwards, deeper darkness trailing the curve, and rips into Poutine. Not an instant later, The limb pulls back,and the second arm comes down. The Rent Poutine belches black smog, But again the Darkness Given Form doesn't let up. No light comes from its blade-limbs as they cut, and cut, and cut-
By the end of it, Poutine lies dead, Fallen. The Darkness Given Form nods to Lyricsdusk. For their body, they have been payed with the death of another.
The Black Stars pulse, and something crawls out.
The Pumpkin snails see something, and they seem almost giddy in anticipation...
The last Assassin realizes they're nearly dead from poison, and decides to run away. Luckily for them, the Godmodders hiring terms allowed for them to flee once they were at 10 collective HP with no issues, and their poison is healed shortly thereafter.
Trump is slightly cowed, but keeps at it, where 'It' is 'whatever it is he's doing'. He runs from market to market, and seems to be shopping mostly for glitter dust.
The Empty Chimera pulls its shadowy arm out of the ground, and throws a punch with its slender arm at the Mask of Hungry Visitation. A veneer of white flame races over the arm, and fades out just as fast, but the Mask of Hungry Visitation For Eggs On Toast is prepared, and ready to block.
...Which means it's Not ready for the clenched fingers to open up at the last second, a sudden Yank sending them stumbling aside. They bump into the toaster, doing 10 damage to it and taking... no damage themselves because they rolled a 40. Again. The Empty Chimera blitzes past them,the triple-jointed leg extending and pushing off the ground at lightning speed to move them everywhere they need to go,Red Claws lashing out five times in brilliant Sanguine Slashes, sending the two Pelicans tumbling- the Earth Pelican looses its suit, and the Kittenish one loses 8 rocks plus awakening integrity- while two more quarter the Rock Gunner (and lightly scar the Bunker itself), the final Cut seeming to Carve its way past space to leave a shallow scar along the Bicyclops's top head for 17 damage. The Chimera stops its mad dash, landing on one leg atop a nearby hill, and its snarling smile seems wider then ever, though it never shifted a bit. Its claws gleam red, and it shall Slaughter these beings. most Chimeras are optimised for combat, after all, and It is no exception.
(The Squidship's corpse starts to stir...).
method of transport. 4A. out of the battlefield!
1/3 Energy Diamonds, 0 Awakening integrity (depleted) BUFF.
.
Pumpkin Snails! 15x7 HP Pumpkin!A
pretty buff. has protected 14 Er... . 
- Purity embodied.
[A-naturewriter] Terror Pants 127/200 HP (Bulletstorm, Spray and pray, machine gun, rockets, The big gun(locked on: None).). towering outside shopkeeper emporium.
[A-naturewriter] Flying Spageti monster 32/55 HP 20 A/-15 A. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...?
[OG-Acerak] Steve 43/25 HP, 0.5 Dig||Magic!A (Tunnel: 20.5/20) out of the battlefield!
[OG-Moose/Acerak] Squidship of the Meese. 0/30 HP, In constant pain, a
[OG-Shard-Shard-Hunger For Eggs on Toast] Eishalon III: Mask of Hungry Visitation for Eggs on Toast (75% accuracy. can hit enemies by accident. stuck to HV. Mask instarepairs. )
[ OG-srovy?] Kittenish Pelican 88 rocks, on HfEoT's head. awakened (0/9 integrity) , awake.
Earth Pelican 81 rocks. O look the pelican. on the kitten on HfEoT's head. ( 0/8 integrity)
Rock Crabs 35 Rocks x7 awakened x4(13x4 integrity)
[OG-Hunger(y) for Eggs on Toast] Poast Tree, 10/10 HP, Awakened(23/23 integrity), 0 toast.(+(1d2)d2 -1 pSnail/r) Intolerance Defence!
Toaster 20/30 HP. Toasting 1 Toast I
Toasterboy 13 Rocks. Awakened (0/30 integrity), 5 Toast III and 1 stone egg
Stone chickenx2 64+14+$% Rocks. fed + toast. processing food I.3 / II.3. is a stone chicken. Awakened(0/26 integrity)
Chicken Tender 36 Rocks
Bunker (surrounding Pantheon) 45 Rocks. Launcher (launches rocks. Almost unjammed with poutine. unmanned.) Awakened(19/30 integrity)
Interns 1/1x30 HP, Interning!Ax30 (bribed, Cyan, not, so, mindless.)
[OG?-Arjan] Toast Pantheon 20/20 HP, immune to mold, surrounding tree. (awakened, 25/25 integrity)
[OG-TheGreatOne] Not-Aegislash 5/20 HP, -10 to incoming damage, 1/1d8: Assassinate.
Inter-Dimensional Elephant 150/200 HP, 6 IDMT(+1/R),Healthful Hygene,
Salt Elemental 23x2 HP, +4/R, HP is Salt.
Waluigi has left the premises. Waluigi Thyme!
[AG-Shard II] Eishalon II - Manifest Of Folly Some people know exactly what's going on, until they don't. the Eishalon may have been one of those... fryer, fryer, corpse on fi-er.
[OG-naturewriter] Cosmic Monolith 46/100 HP 75% dodge chance. Dark Pulse(65) Antimatter(25x3) Flash (?) 4/4 Doomsday. in shopkeeper emporium to fight the Displacer...?
[OG-Bardymcbardyface] Astral Plane Chicken 150/150 HP 10A, lays eggs! Perceptive Potential. in Shopkeep shop in a Colosseum!
Egg(x1d2 to 3+1d2) 20/20 HP (fostered III, Nurtured III. Warmed IV. any new ones lack these buffs but all have +2 fostered, +3 Warmed, and +1 Nurtured)
[OG-LyricsDusk*] Bicyclops 25+8 HP, 17x2A
[OG-Origin] Demogoblin 33/70 HP, 1/3 20A bombs.
[All Hallows Eve-Lyricsdusk] Darkness given Form 50/50 HP 20A, blades of abyss,lightless onslaught. Darkness Given Soul ✦✦✦✦✦ SP, and something crawled out, but a hateful mirror. Darkness with purpose. •••••. heritage of the black star and the reign of none.
The Hateful Scream 30/20 PercHP, And afterwards... .
[OG] faithful Dog 200/100HP -33 to incoming damage! Solid diamond Deal with the Godmodder
[AG] Assassin GONE HP, 40% dodge.
[AG] Trump 80/50 HP. has hella dosh. is being payed even hella-er dosh. 4/4 for Namesake. Covered in Glitter.
[WAAAAAAAAA] WALUIGI HAS LEFT THIS LOCATION WITH ALL OF ITS... LUIGIS. IT IS TIME. WALUIGI THYME. AND WALUIGI THYME WAITS FOR GNOME ANN!
[AG] 100, 100% HP, item in 4%! leaving in 3! Numerology!A, 2,102 total HP! In stasis due to seasonal event!
[All Hallows Eve] Empty Chimera. Slender Arm- Blemished. Dragging arm- Pristine. Claws-
Razor Sharp. Shadow Tendril- Oozing. Legs- Duo. ???, ???.
[GM] Godmodder: 272 /300 HP 1/4 dimensionality, has rock snake (corpse?). Maintaining Empty Chimera. currently immune to attack.
Hunger For Eggs On Toast: Founder, 66% skill. Owns a Unique 'Magic Factory', Needs stuff he doesn't have. like FLEX TAP? woodworking skill which is not the same thing as cutting down trees: sufficient+. 1C.AC. Stuck to Mask of Hungresitation. Rock Mask, 52 rocks,23 cakes , Gathering Pickaxe FAICE!, Stone Rose, Is a fusion of Hungry Visitor and Srovy (6 actions! Actions must be self-consistent! Potential power boost. or not. more resistant to attack!) Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6 / 2), depleted. on battlefield. has several voidshards (~5). Completely untrustworthy. Ridiculous Wounds. SLight Wounds.
Aeisenberg: with Phil swift, but not in the update room! rapier (minor attack buff)... +1?, Favour of the Deva, Coronal Relic (cyan), Awakened by HV (Tier 0.6), Probably Not a Martian.
OrcalordBeyond: On battlefield, is a god which is possessing an air elemental which has turned into a offbrand flex sealed old yellow fire-breath animal and is flying. in Paradox Tennis (If an update passes between their post and the next P.tennis one, they can post in the main dop too.)
Dracoflamer: on battlefield, probably(?)! deserves to be remembered forever. f'real. Cannot exhaust or over-strain muscles.
ADrunkenDwarf: hand cut! Large Voidshard- sharp. 4 unknown objects(radiating bits of magic every so often), 6 practical joke implements. Yellow Eishalon Mask (5.7) - Storms Squire II, Thunder Twitches I, 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔇ominance VI (Draconic Dominance.).
SirNatureWriter: just check their sector. shiny, !shiny! scrap metal, 2070ish? bottles of Restricted Godmodder energy. isn't currently being a shopkeeper. Book from the Globglogabgalab's set (Animated).
Acerak the Eternal.
<Garfield the Tabaxi: Reviled by Globglogabgalab!
slightly wounded. guardian spirits, summoning mount, shielded, 1 charge stored. Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Pong-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Thumb War-Monopoly-Tennis is a sane game for sane people?!>BardymcBardface: light wounds! historianism III! 2 charges! in weird lobby!
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(Signed photo of Waluigi! Box of Thymemicrophoneamen. has a Safe. full of stuff. and a spike-bush.)
The Great One: Minor Wounds.
LyricsDusk:. 6 Soul Points. Tenebrous Leverage (lesser).
Yahooguy(googleguy): Serious Wounds!
Oh yes? Poast tree? I'll have you know that I will fix this writing mistake of the incompetent GM. I use my Woodworking abilities to violently correct the Poast tree into a proper Toast tree.
I guess I should do something about the supposed not mindlessness of my interns. I make them an job offer that they can not refuse, turning them into (unpaid) employees after letting them sign magic contracts.
I collect rock and give my orders:
Rock gunner, clean the rock cannon. Toast boy, watch the toast. Chickens make eggs. Mask, defend the base against attackers. Entities (and interns) left collect rock. Wall-o-mancer rebuild the wall on our side.
ENTITY ACTIONS: Bicyclops, please get some of hungry for eggs on toast's Healing Salt, to heal your wounded head. Darkness, destroy Trump.
EXTRA ACTION (CHARGE): I stare in dismay as the glass eye rolls in my hand, utterly devoid of the Empty Chimera's essence. In anger, I crush the glass eye into little glass shards and throw them into the air. The glass shards spin in the air, and then suddenly pull towards the iron-shelled crystal, melding into the iron shell.
Bodhisattva Bullet: 3/20
ACTION 1: I take out my pistol and shoot a bullet at a nearby tree, causing it to shake and drop a leaf into a Nether Portal, startling a nearby Ghast into launching a fireball at the leaf, that unfortunately misses the leaf and flies directly at me, allowing me to deflect it at the Empty Chimera's legs with a Diamond Sword.
Action 1: I cast Wish and make the Godmodder disappears forever.
Action 2: If that doesn't work, I cast Banishment as a 6th level spell, banishing the Godmodder, Rock Snake, and Empty Chimera (Each make a CHA Saving Throw DC 15)
Action 3: If that still doesn't doesn't work, I cast Spirit Guardians at 9th level centered on me. Anything that comes within 15 ft of me takes 9d8 Radiant damage
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