>>64133 Looking forward to it Goji

>>64389 Thanks, I'm still plotting out the chain a bit, but I think I know where it's going to go so far? I'm just trying to figure out some of the bits in the middle.

>>62425 Jump 03 Generic Cyberpunk Origin >Gearhead Perks >Technical Expertise (Free) >The Right Tools (Free) >Neuromancer 100 >Man and Machine (200) >Seed of the Singularity (300) >Transhuman Protocols (300) >Not Dark Enough (100) >Hand at the Wheel (100) Gear >Augmentation Suite 200 >Workshop of the Future 300 Drawbacks Always in the Gloom 100+ Numb the Pain 100+ Stay in Line 200+ World on the Brink 200+ The rare days when the sun broke through the dark gray irradiated smog were beautiful. There was something wonderful about natural light. So warm compared to the dim power efficient electronic lights that lit the surviving cities. So bright it hurt my eyes. I could replace them with artificial lenses that would handle the change in luminance without pain easily, but I preferred it this way. There was something comforting about the simple human frailty. So I sat there, blinking tears out of my eyes, watching as the sunbeam faded away waiting for my mole in NyxTech to arrive and give their report. It was almost insulting how easy it was to turn the corporate intelligence assets that were sent to try and gather information on my actions into my own agents within the megacorps. None of them had any real loyalty to their organizations. The corps quite frankly didn’t understand how to nurture it. Compared to trying to subvert SMERSH agents for MI5 it really wasn’t much of a challenge at all. Which was a very good thing, because if any of the corps had any idea what I was doing up here in the slums on the surface they’d come down on my network with all the force of the nuclear bombs that had blasted away the old world and plunged the survivors into this murky hell. After this life I was never going to assume the next world would be better again. Three was a clear pattern. Whatever it was that was shunting me between worlds seemed to take my hopes for a better life as a challenge. Another world that had “survived” WWIII. But in this world there had been no Japanese miracle. No way of dealing with fallout. Furthermore a great many more nukes, and much larger nukes, had been used plunging this world into Nuclear winter. A dying world where the few surviving humans clung to life in bunker city surveillance states run by the worst sort of plutocrats and their corporations. God forgive me, it was enough to make me wish fondly for the American Empire. Fortunately, the corporations didn’t care too much about what happened to the utterly destitute wretches too poor to afford to live underground that were forced to try and survive in the ruins on the surface. It allowed me a degree of leeway, as well as a perfect recruitment pool. When you saved a man from a horrible lingering death as radiation ate them alive by giving him a cybernetic body that was properly adapted for the environment they tended to be fanatically loyal. It started small. Individuals with nothing to lose. Then, as my network grew bigger and were able to salvage materials for me in significant amounts entire families and communities. It was perhaps the greatest accomplishment of my many lives, my small but growing network of free men and women able to survive and be happy on the surface. The metaphorical sunbeam breaking through the gloom of this world. One that required constant effort on my part to protect. I had occasionally in my last life felt rather like I was fighting alone during my time working for the Intelligence Department of the USA, but now I truly was alone. The continued survival of my nomads rested entirely on my shoulders as I frantically conducted electronic warfare and disinformation campaigns to keep them a secret from the rulers of the bunker cities bellow. Managing ops against the American Empire was nothing compared to this. Fortunately I had thus far proved able to the task, even if the stress had perhaps driven me to a few extremes. I may perhaps have developed a minor amphetamine habit, but that was hardly cause for concern. I was still perfectly in control it just helped me keep sharp. And if I occasionally made use of narcotics or hallucinogens for the purposes of stress relief it was not negatively impacting my abilities. I was entirely in control and could stop whenever I wished. There was just no reason to. A soft knock pulled me from my musings. Standing in the doorway was a young woman with shoulder length magenta hair pillowy lips and visible marks on her face from cybridization. NyxTech senior field operative Ivana Gutknecht. One of my most reliable agents. With a smile and a nod I invited her into the room and made my way over to my desk to receive her report. As I sat down rather than take the chair across from me she came around the desk and slid into my lap and began to fiddle with my collar. Well then. You know, I had made fun of Bond for his entanglements. He’d probably laugh himself sick at my hypocrisy. I’d turned into more of a rake than he’d ever been. But really was it my fault that the agents sent by the corporations tended to be young nubile women who’d been starved of affection for their entire lives? Perhaps I could be accused of taking advantage, and it certainly wasn’t good tradecraft but...really what was I supposed to do? The best way to turn an enemy operative was to befriend them. To make their relationship with you personally more significant than their ties to their organization or country. Really it wasn’t my fault that Ivana had latched on to me romantically. Or Katsumi. Or Angela. Absolutely not my fault. Shut up shoulder James stop laughing. As Ivana started slowly unbuttoning her blouse while looking at me with burning hooded eyes I resolved myself to loosing the next hour or so to reaffirming our relationship before I could get her report. Which would be fine. I had accounted for this possibility, though I had hoped to at least get the information I needed before we got down to shagging so that I could have a bifurcated branch of my consciousness working on it while we indulged. I suppose I could have insisted on the report first rather than pushing her to her knees and reaching for my belt, but it was best not to risk it. Couldn’t afford to offend my inside woman with NyxTech at this critical juncture. And besides all work and no play made jack a boring boy. This tiny bit of inefficiency probably wouldn’t kill anyone.

>>64487 I feel that. Stitching together all the different individual jumps into a coherent chain is hard. I know what I want to do in each jump more or less, but the order and getting them to flow right and support the overall goals I have is surprisingly hard. And that's before you get started and things go off the rails and you realize you need to add entirely new elements.

>>64133 A bit more of a draft than anything else, but I was able to get something down at least. Tell me if there are any major grammar mistakes or something He remembers flashes. Flashes of light. Bursts of sound. The deep rumble of thunder and the high cackle of lightning. The infectious lure of the Invader. The roar of an unending, deep sea and a shifting in the bones of the Earth. The protective roar of his kin. The pulsing comfort of a sun suspended in the sky and the wind rushing through a valley. The calming call of his partner. An unending cacophony that led to the icy bounds of the world. I felt the noise go silent. The flashing of lights, fiery blue, toxic gold, and shining hues of orange and yellow, finally ceased. The silence stretched until he heard it. The sound of air itself trying to flee. The rippling power of a triumphant bellow, commanding all others to bow beneath its ceaseless dominance. However, despite his kin’s victory, the world was not as it once was. Our kin, depleted by the great wars against the Apes of the Deep Hollows and controlling of the Parasites, were no more than we two. The world had grown dim. Its shining light receded deeper into its core. He felt it in the heart of the oceans, the seas, the rivers, the lakes. The world was tired. And so was he. It was time he rested alongside the rest of the great beasts of the world. Feeling his body slow in his tiredness, he swam towards his lair on the surface world. A home of grand, twisting caverns built by the supplicants of his own Shining One. He had finally come home. A great sprawl of their own lairs, some large and some small, unfolds before him. A great city concentrically ringed with four great lakes surrounding its center; each shrinking in length but growing in width and depth. Eight great rivers of the clearest blue, run throughout their collective home, connecting the lakes with the pulsing life of the outside world. Flowing into the cavern, the water from the entrance travels gracefully with only the sound of soft drips and the gentle flow being heard. Its peace is only broken by the swaying of rocky spines moving towards the center of the city. In the center of it all was a great expanse, carved into the depths of the underwater cavern. A great, raised platform terraced with interlocked rises, some for the humans, some for him and his. From its center, life blooms around the altar, with water flowing as gently up and around its steps as it did in the rivers. Flowers of iridescent cerulean, twisting and breathing vines, towering trees burrowing into shifting soils; all surrounding the human lair’s most precious sight. A great egg, glowing with the soft colors of the clear sky. Basking in her glowing light, he hefts his ever tiring body towards her resting place. Gently laying around her egg, coiling about it, she pulses gently. And all he remembers is flashes. That'll be the opening I believe, probably need to touch somethings up here and there.

[Make the Exorcist Fall In Love redux] >Previously on Exorcist Eternal: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/93873446/#93884573 The boy's eyes glazed over as I explained what temperature play, electric shock play, and muckbang. He twitched in place as I explained frotting, sounding and penis fencing. And he looked like his soul was leaving his body when I explained klismaphilia. "And that" I said dryly, a few hours later, "concludes my lecture on the tamer examples of sex" "T-tamer?!" "The demon in your midst is a pathetic excuse for a succubus. Now that you comprehend these acts, she should have NO surprises capable of traumatising you with" "Don't worry Mr. Saint" said the boy firmly, "I won't let any harm come to Imuri while you're off slaughtering demons in Hell!" I just stared at him. "...Mr. Saint? D-did I say something wrong?" "...not as such. We'd have done things differently if I had my way, but in His divine plan it's the prerogative of the young to learn by trial and error" The boy known as Mr. Priest stared as I strode off and started to triple-check the armaments I had prepared. Angelic matter called down from on high swirled in the form of nanomachines. Sacred geometries pulsed in tandem with the etchings on my flesh. Energy weapons inlaid with blessings thrummed with matter-destroying radiance at my approach. Palm-sized drones whirred about, cycling their holy energy weapons. Limiting my powers to this avatar wasn't much of an obstacle when my cosmic consciousness had figured out how to alloy heavenly power into matter and energy at a glance. "You know Mr. Priest" I said finally, "you remind me of myself when I was working for the Lord" "...how?" "Well for one thing, it's how you've clearly lost the will to live. But can't bear to die and have it all be for nothing, either. Trust me, I've been there, and the only way forwards is straight through that gosh darned valley of the shadow of death" 1/6 "That can't be the case!" he protested. "You're about to fight all the legions of Hell on your own! Face down demon lords, by yourself!" "Ah, but I'm not by myself" I said, gesturing for a miniature moon and something with silvering wings to rest on my palm. Followed by the angel Raphael of this world. "Way I see it, I've just got more experience working with our mutual comrades. That's all" For the valley of the shadow of death, I thought, is wherever God bade me to walk. "I just can't see it, Mr. Saint" said the boy, hanging his head. "You're succeeding at things I'm just learning are there" "...succeed? Yes, that's what I was told at the end of the fourth Ordeal Call" I said softly. "Look. Whe-if you ever find a reason to abandon the path you're on, just remember God loves watching people get back up as much as He loves watching them actually rise. But listen to me, an old man warbling about past glories. You want some practical advice?" "Always!" "Reread the Bible" I called over my shoulder as a portal sent me straight to Hell. "You're doing as well as can be expected, but you're leaving the REALLY deadly verses on the table. Don't HESITATE. Check out Psalms. Check out both Kings books, Numbers, 2 Samuel and Judges" As the barrier to the demon world shut and the boy sputtered in confusion, I added "But save Genesis and Revelations for until you're really up against the wall!" >Lust "Mortal you can't come in here, this is the domain of the demon lord AsmodeuARRRGH" was the most common greeting I received as I walked into the demonic palace, making a direct beeline for a very disgruntled demon lord of Lust. "Oh look, another one" she said in a huff. "Ara, are my subjects...?" "Not worth expending the energy to kill. You're all doomed" I said dismissively. A chorus of groans went up behind me, demons sealed and impaled with tiny holy acupuncture needles on the floor.

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2/6 Asmodeus, grotesque amalgamation of dead animal parts from the waist down and typical anime waifu from the waist up, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, my. However should I thank you for sparing my subjects~" "Putting on the charm already? I suppose I can't blame a demon for playing her role to the hilt. I'll cut to the chase" I said briskly even as amorphous appendages started to wrap around my legs. "I'm here the exact Heaven's vengeance on behalf of mankind, in direct response to the Demon Lords' ravages. No more, no less. You and me, one on one" "Oh? Interesting. And how will you do that, new meat?" "By beating you at your own game. I won't take the Lord's name in vain, but I understand your kind enjoy contracts? You have an hour to make me ejaculate, with all your powers. If you make me ejaculate, my soul is yours. If you fail or orgasm yourself first, I demand your submission to divine judgement as well as the right to obtain a seventh of your power in an inert form. Finally, as my first 'customer' I will limit myself to using two miracles. How about it?" Her eyes damn near bulged out of her skull. "You're SO on, choirboy! Any last words?" I smiled faintly, as I spread my legs and exposed my penis. "Ezekiel 23:19-20" Immediately Asmodeus fell upon me, visiting all manner of violation and horror. Or at least attempting to as femtomachines reknit my flesh, forcefields of angelic energy flashed and spat against her assault and my mind simply weathered her cursed temptations with utmost indifference. Something was wrong. As she seduced feverishly, Asmodeus felt her own loins moistened, her own breasts grow heavy with demon milk, her- "N-nO! NoT lIkE ThIS!! Beaten aT mY oWN gaME...oN mY oWN TURF???" she howled, unable to restrain the miraculously enforced orgasm between her legs. "Deuteronomy 25:11-12" I said, a death sentence marked by falling angelic blades. 3/6 >Greed "Dammit dammit DAMMIT!" shouted a suit-wearing man, pounding on the inside of a gate to hell (Leviathan yelled at him to stop hitting her teeth from far away). "A fight, a REAL fight between REAL men, that's all I wanted!" "We might be able to help each other" I offered. He whirled around, at first affronted I had hacked into his holdings and put some of his comrades into cages-then breaking out in a fierce grin when I tossed him a lucha libre mask while donning my own. "Oh. Oh YEAH, it doesn't get more manly than this!" "Hosea 12:4" I said. To his credit, Mammon didn't back down from a literal ladder match-but in the end I suplexed him into another Gehenna. >Envy This, I thought watching the giant sea monster falling from on high, was just like playing with my daughters in the olden days. She was surprised but delighted when after running into one human capable of playing with her, she fell atop another who instead of running simply intoned "Judges 16:28-30" and started cleaning and jerking her bodyweight like the world's biggest beachball. Almost all of Hell stared aghast as I proceeded to use the Demon Lord Leviathan as a glorified beachball in between giving her tummy rubs and headpats. >Gluttony The Lord of Flies was a bad matchup for a human in sheer endurance. "Deuteronomy 11:17" Fortunately he wasn't himself when he was hungry, and after running him ragged around the Gehennas he was very, very tired when he had to come up to the surface and fight Mr. Priest. >Wrath The true mastermind was very surprised when the real Archangel Michael's sword cut him in half. >Sloth "H-hey, this is a private area! I'm in the middle of a scheme to-" babbled Belphegor as I walked up, stared at his...court, and said "Mark 6:31" gently to him before leaving. Belphegor blinked. He stared at Mr. Priest, who was currently... "Well, perhaps I can let him enjoy a happy dream for a while longer" 4/6 >Pride "Hey, I'm incredibly glad to meet you! Do you know why? Because you're the first person in AGES I've never anticipated!" asked the shounen protagonist who was this world's version of Lucifer. "I think" I said, blinking, "you may well just be my second favourite version of the Devil ever" "Hell yeah! Wait, who's the first guy?!" "Your plan" I said, ignoring him. "is admirable. But I've already committed to helping a friend. So I'm going to offer you a few tips from personal experience. Then we're both going to wait for Mr. Priest to get here" "Well, I can't fault your loyalty. And I can see the data written on your cellular structure, clear as day. I LOVE what you've done to that human vessel of yours" he said. "even if it's somewhat...incomplete" "I'm waiting for the right catalyst to present itself" I said meaningfully. "...I see. So even you can't escape the plan?" "I can and have. I just don't want to. When this is over, remind me to tell you about the fourth Ordeal Call too, if only you knew how good you have it here" Inevitably Mr. Priest showed up, in desperate need to kill a friend-and realising I was standing between him and Lucifer's ritual. "Hey, kiddo. Remember what I said about abanding your path?" "Please Mr. Saint, it's Imuri-" "I know" "Lucifer will destroy Hell trying to evolve the demons-" "I know" I repeated, "and what of it? It is after all, God who wills this place's destruction. Why shouldn't I just...help it along?" "Because it's Imuri's home, Mr. Saint" he said timidly. "Then, Mr. Priest" I said patiently and with great kindness, "you have no choice but to kill me since I've become an obstacle in your way" "No!" "Boy" I said, pointing at my own throat, "it is not a sin to fight for those you love. You are gentle. You do not like to hurt. But it is because you cherish life that you must protect it. Please drop your restraints, and just...let it go. For her sake" 5/6 With tears in his eyes, he swings in an arc crackling with Hell's damnation as well as his tarnished heavenly might. No shield of mine activates. My drones remain inert. The cobbled together mystical practices I have syncretised into an "anti-witchcraft" system allow his blade straight through. I'm proud of him. So's Lucifer. "..j...ohn...eigh...t...s-even..." I force my shattered throat to spit out, turning my own death into a redemptive sacrifice for a very, very special demon lord. ... "WHAT?!" yelped Mr. Priest as all the demonic energy I'd claimed suddenly reconciled instantly with his angelic energy, As Leviathan showed up with many, many demons unwilling to see their Hell go down without a fight. And as my tumbling almost-corpse scrawled out GENESIS 5:24 on the ground, resulting in a thunderous series of trumpet blasts as the cardinal archangels and the angelic matter implants in my body started resonating-resurrecting me, and filling me up with divine power. "Y-YOU'RE ALIVE?!" "Resurrection! Resurrection Mr. Priest, it's a miracle repeated in multiple tellings of Jesus' life! Death is a small thing" I exclaimed. "especially to burn away my own mortality!" "...I have issues with that statement but I'm glad you're okay" he mumbled. "I don't" said Lucifer cheerfully. "The fact that this guy independently, without ANY input from me, successfully remade himself into a divine being has got me REALLY pumped up! Even if that means we've got to fight while I hold my hand in place!" "Boy, remember what I said about holding Revelations in reserve?" I stage-whispered. "YEAH. One lake of fire, coming right up" he said grimly, as we prepared to face the wrath of the once-highest angel together. 6/6

Destiny: The Darkness redux] >FRATRICIDE: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95500563/#95508022 Strands tighten and slacken, like grasping limbs. Frayed nerves. Pulsating sphincters in time and space, that reach through all of human history, allegedly manipulating it to some grand design despite previous would-be puppetmasters finding it difficult to manipulate the paracausal to their will. But now, there is conflict. Enmity. The Nine are at civil war, and so they beckon the Guardians to distant Kepler where their value can be made known There is, of course, one small snag. Me. "Welcome, all of you. My offspring|Lilim subspecies|weapons, the security concerns of the Gardener have finally exceeded this small system, and linear time" I speak across universes, and through one pours cosmic rime while through the other a multitude of emerald strandlings. A third slips through between her sisters, her presence felt only by the intensity of Deepsight around her. All of them are vast, churning cyclones of Light and Darkness rendered Prismatic in which faces and hands and limbs form stable geometric orbits-and tether a great expanse of dark matter that follows through with them. "Then why only us?" asks the Weaver, basking in the ecstasy of small minds looking upwards in fear and uncertainty. "Why not usher in ALL our kin?" "She would prefer I not" I say even as the great orb of the Traveller stares at the new arrivals in grave concern. "Then this is a reconnaissance mission. A period of observation" says the Oracle, broadening her gaze across possibilities and inevitabilities. The Nine of course, cannot help but sense our observation. The Nine react in the only logical way. Horrified screaming. "And if what we see displeases" says the Sculptress, "we will use the old ways" It's understandable. It's not every day you a corpse animated by parasites wandering around. 1/4 The Guardians have apparently always had the capacity to fly to Kepler, and did not think to contact me before I signalled my intent to get involved. They do pay much more attention when the former Emissary, plucky by me from the Nine's grasp, informs them that plans long set in motion are coming to fruition. "Guardian. Or. Last Word, whichever you prefer" says Ikora, "this flower I'm holding up somehow means we're being invited by the Nine" "Ah. So it's already begun" I muse. "What?" "The manipulations. Ikora, before we proceed further there's a few things you should know about how thoroughly Nine intervention has changed human history" "We have always known the Nine have forces everywhere" she says dismissively, "but there's no real evidence that-" "They shot JFK" Ikora tilted her head. "...is that supposed to be a joke? What does a historical leader's death have to do with-" "Oh and they killed you to make you a Guardian in order to manipulate you to arriving on Kepler at this exact moment. You were tenacious in life; they attempted to make you something akin to the Emissary, but you instinctively ran and so they chose your colleague Lodi. And punished you by throwing a train at you through space and time. Kind of like the one they're about to throw at you right now" Ikora glared at me. A Void bomb started to crackled around her fists as she strode up and snapped "If it was anyone, ANYONE else, who spoke to me like that I would have chosen violence now". She sagged, the Light dimming around her. "But I know for a fact you've seen enough wonder and horror that this isn't even the strangest truth you've told me. For the love of...is there anything else I SHOULD know?" "The Nine can use phones to drag people through space and time, and turn them into bargain bin Emissaries"

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2/4 Ikora blinked at that. She stepped aside briefly as a goddamn train smashed through Kepler's time-warped Chicagoesque landscape, a final gesture of pure pettiness by the Nine. "Ikora to Vanguard, I want a security check on ALL forms of communication now. You were saying" she said, "about my...colleague, Lodi?" You both worked for a Golden Age organisation dedicated to studying alien life. Without their Emissary, they're using him as their point of contact with Guardians, all the while using other races to fight their little civil war for them. The House of Exiles are cultivating what you would understand as a miniature Witness. They would have recruited Maya by telling her how to make a perfect Chioma if I hadn't dealt with that. And now. They have a vested interest in cooperation with the Guardians" "Is this the part where you urge us to kill them first?" demanded Ikora. "That depends on which faction wins" I said bluntly. "To be quite honest, as annoyed as I was by the Red Legion affair I find myself ambivalent about the transhuman uplifting offer the Nine propose now that I have enough forces to defend the Traveller from all corners of the cosmos myself. Take up employment with them. Don't. It's all the same to me, just consider if making new friends is worth making new enemies too. Oh and one more thing. You had a daughter" "Well. She's long dead, just like the woman I was" I am the first Guardian to bond with dark matter at a sub-quantum level, turning into a blot of pure energy darting about. Of course I am. It's the first trick my own variant of humanity learned to do all those eons ago. It's a trick that lets me step aside from a conflict where despite the actual singularity to be honest, not much of importance is happening and enter the interstitial spaces the Nine inhabit. 3/4 T H E A G E N T A W A I T S, booms Jupiter, as the others turn (or do something analogous to turning) to face me. C O N V I N C E H I M O F T H E A B S O L U T E N E C E S S I T Y O F O U R C A U S E You could sooner - sprout wings and fly from this cradle, retorts Venus. What do - you wish from us, Lone Wolf? we offer you limitless weapons|DLC + a new transmog|state of being, adds Uranus. "I am unimpressed by your theatrics and empty promises, and you are unimpressed by events confined by linear time. Let's cut past the timelocks and discuss what data may leak from future to past. You intend to make Ikora the new Emissary" her oft-cited potential = realised in our grasp, claims Neptune. "And you're afraid of an entity known as the Astronomer" All of them go silent. .lets not get carried away say I no want trouble, says the Sun. "You know what I did to your would-be pawns. You have tried and failed to regain control of my timeline. You want to be the latest fools on the block, pretending you can control paracausality even as you dip your tendrils in it and experiment with making those empowered by Light and Darkness? So be it. Either you'll fail and the Guardians will go home with your trinkets in their lootboxes, or you'll succeed and I'll pick up the slack" "But" I add, "if ANY of this comes back to harm the Traveller, I'll show you exactly what I did to your kind to reformat humanity in my image" At a gesture, cosmic ice creeps over dark matter tendrils. At a gesture, strands pierce and twist whorls of dark matter. At a gesture, something unseen starts severing intricate acausal connections. The Nine recoil from conflict, because any pain they experience is experienced forever. They sputter assurances and pleas that all will be well, while slinging more offers my way. "Don't. Fuck. This. Up" I threatened the acausal hoops of dark matter. 4/4

[Blue Archive redux] >Previously: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/91900942/#91902244 I beamed at nothing, as I stared at my meticulously put-together lesson plan. It was a comprehensive syllabus that began with strong student engagement, proceeded smoothly into the cut and thrust of deeper academic concepts, and ended with a strong promotion of social intercourse about the coursework. As I strode boldly into my new class with a "Good morning, class!" on my lips, I expected that this day, THIS day, would be the one where everyone actually learned something. Instead about half the class suddenly started cumming loudly and violently all over their desks, while the other half went BWEH BWEH BWEEEEEEH and started crying about my nonexistent disappointment in them, and I ended up having to awkwardly cheer up the smol girls who weren't actively firing lethal weapons at each other. The AI in my phone apparently considered this a "successful class" to my bewilderment. "You know what' I said to Arona finally, "if we're really going to be stuck dealing with, with...this" I said vaguely as yet ANOTHER bank robbery happened right outside my window. Because despite turning Kivotos into a militarised killzone for eldritch entities, somehow cute girl crime remained a pillar of the economy, "for YEARS and YEARS on end, I'm going to deal with your eldritch horror problem once and for all" "But sensei" protested Arona as I started manifesting the Block Chain Computations necessary to enforce a temporal retrograde spiral on the surrounding area, then added a few verses of Enuncia for good measure to alter the local Mystery differentials in advantageous ways, "the Chroma is a horrific entity that's the key to the Nameless Priestes' plan to wipe out all gods in existence! Don't you think you're being a bit...reckless?" 1/4 "So what you're telling me" I mused, as two TARDISes flew in at my beckoning. "is that the Chroma is...a mid-tier Time War combatant" Arona blinked. "...what's a Time War?" she asked, as the Chroma unfurled it's awful glory into this dimension. Alarm bells rang out all over Kivotos as numerous small, variably well-armed girls pointed firearms at it. "A conflict that" I paused, mentally recalibrated for the average comprehension level of Kivotos, and reminded myself that Rio (theoretically one of the most intelligent students, notwithstanding those with degrees in Omniscience) couldn't wipe her own ass without following a strict set of ass-wiping protocols "...if it HAD happened, would have been way too complicated to solve by shooting things, which is why the combatants used weapons like THIS" Both TARDISes unloaded their weapons on the Chroma in a fusillade that disorientated it's temporal positioning. Then the Computations kicked in with the TARDIS' motions-forming a hypercube of indefinitely dilated time that froze the Chroma in an eternal looping moment of entering Kivotos' reality, not dissimilar to how the Eye of Harmony itself was structured. ... "That's really cool, sensei" said Hoshino finally, as my cute girl brigade waddled over to gawk at it. "Thank you. Now that THAT's been indefinitely dealt with, is there anything else that requires my attention?" "Well...we didn't want to interrupt you planning a war with the Chroma but uh, lately we've reported some notorious escapees from the Correction Bureau that-" Stop. "The. The Correction Bureau. It's literally called that" I said flatly. "...y-yes, Sensei" "I mean I KNOW it's called that, but god it's just sinking in how that sounds" "And we believe the person responsible for it is...PROFESSOR SMUG" I stared plaintively up at the sky. "What am I doing with my life?" I asked nobody. 2/4 The conflict that followed was both predictable and absurd. I went up to the notoriously violent mask-wearing assailant only to be greeted by a loud, horny SENSEEEEEIIII by showing basic decency to her and ending up having to fight off a clingy stalker with a stick who kept breaking in and out of prison at will. I met some sort of phantom thief-cosplaying girl whose motivation was like, giving art to the people, a goal which was technically in alignment with my art classes so...that was actually pretty nice since I got a genuinely enthusiastic student without unresolved anger management issues or excessive horni for once. And THEN I had to deal with a bioweapons-unleashing cult leader who, upon being responded to with an honest "Eh, I've overlooked worse" when asked about acceptable moral lines, immediately cooperated with her arrest while giving me doki-doki eyes. And after THAT the next escapee turned out to be this absolute unit of a young lady who didn't even do anything wrong other than being the Japanese schoolgirl equivalent of a Hell's Angels chapter leader.

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Which I mean, I didn't really see as deserving of imprisonment compared to the constant unresolved terrorist activities caused by ork-brained schoolgirls. "I've had a long day" I told the Chroma finally, as it entered reality and oozed back out in it's temporal spiral. "You know, my life used to be simple. I'd just go to worlds, render them eternal, and then destroy the eldritch monstrosities plaguing them. Like you!" The Chroma pulsated. "But NO, now everything depends on the care and nurturing of cute girls! Including my goals! Hell, I bet at the end of this sorry saga YOU'RE going to turn into a cute girl!" I yelled at the Chroma. The Chroma pulsated. "And YES, I could conquer this insipid world. But not without fomenting more conflict! Against my goals!" I shouted at the uncaring universe. "There! I said it! 'm tired of winning!" 3/4 It oscillated incomprehensibly. I considered my words. I considered the vessels Horus and Anubis had taken. "...in fact, you know what, Chroma? Why bother delaying the inevitable? Run Supreme Archetype resonance scan. Factor for eldritch energy signatures" I told my Sonic Module Weirding Screwdriver. A series of whirring noises rang out as I interpreted data imperceptible to mortal eyes. "Good. Good, you're not an Outer God. Which means" I said, taking off my pants, "THIS is permissible" The Chroma's central mass expanded and contracted, with alien eagerness, as I waved my penis in my face. It had wanted me as it's representative, after all. I started connecting to the divine personage that my human avatar's inexplicable Mystics gave me a connection to. The very fabric of space-time started to dilate, pushed outwards and folding inwards simultaneously at impossible speeds in an Alcubierre. "Sensei! What are you doing?!" screamed Arona, carried over by the delinquents I'd corrected (literally). "Whoa. Nice cock" said Akemi as Wakamo foamed at the mouth and the others took pictures. "Don't look so astonished" I chided, as behind my mortal avatar the divine biomechanical pillar stabbed the swirling hole in the Chroma repeatedly, spouting liquid light into it's dark soul-analogue. "I'm simply taking the winning play in this world to it's logical endpoint. Every time, EVERY TIME conflict arises here it's been resolved by my FAT ADULT COCK, so since nobody wants to actually LEARN anything from me I'm just going to solve this existential threat with my GIANT GOD COCK. When you get down to it, is this REALLY meaningfully different to-" "I WANTED TO BE THE FIRST TO TAKE YOUR TRUE COCK! BWEEEEH!" cried Arona. I slowly, slowly facepalmed as I realised the likely reaction of Kivotos was once again incongruent with my own strategies and expectations, all the while continuously fucking the Chroma stupid. 4/4

[Destiny the Darkness redux] >SUBVERSION: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96080959/#96101542 Judgement has been passed. It takes considerable patience for me to delay the verdict, but such is my commitment to professionalism that when the Vanguard detected mysterious energy signatures swirling around the solar system, I informed them of my children's arrival. And when the Vanguard learned I had children, it panicked and demanded I wait for a representative to sign off on whatever decision I had made. That is why I have to watch Ikora and Lodi work through their pity party while Orin alternates between bemoaning her lack of agency and demanding the Nine speak through her anyway for hints on what they're up against. "I can't believe this, I decide my fate!" declares Ikora, and I point out to her that if she really wants to make an issue of it I could give her an Echo, or Discipleship, and she could pull another Nine into materiality to teach them a lesson. She thinks over the implications of a second black hole hitting the solar system, and thanks me but demurs. "My world is GONE?!" demands Lodi, and so we take him back to Earth where all the infrastructure of the Golden Age has been restored. And patiently explain to him that it need not be gone forever, for I have created a Sundial (and worked out the kink of confusing simulations for bonafide timelines) dedicated for Earth. His world is a literal stroll away through Vex-forged corridors. Though we remind him his world will meet it's destruction. He hesitates, but only briefly, before thanking us and leaving. I watch him go, uncaring for the potential paradoxes caused by a man only allowed to take as much actionable evidence of his travels as he can carry, and who just wants to live a quiet life. And more importantly whose return thwarts the desires of the Nine. "Well. That went well" says Ikora. "It did" I agree. "...here's my signature. Give it hell" 1/3 Mercury. The stunted dwarf of a rock burbles hurried experiences and pleas at me: It's expectations of barbarism, thwarted. A dog pet, and the delight this inspired in the vaster lifeform. Kindness, celebrated. Our Weapon, it implores, all I seek is coexistence. "Then I propose a business transaction" I tell it, finally. "Relief from your pain, in exchange for a reallocation of resources" And it agrees. The Vex do not inhabit time as the Nine do, but they are more skilled at cheating it. Can construct devices to siphon or harness dark matter. With their proprietary paracausality that I embody, they construct a number of rings which the Weaver seeds her strands into that use Darkness to smother the agony of being Taken, cracked and terraformed. I of Nine breathes a sigh of relief under it's brave face, and directs more effort towards manipulating the production of laser weapons on it's surface. A week later, all Guardians enjoy surprise discounts on tracer rifle sales. Venus. The scoured home of the Ishtar Collective greets me with entrepreneurial optimism, buoyed by it's sibling's bargain. It speaks of how the Gardener once considered it as fertile soil. An opportunity - yet renewable, it entreats, our interests - need not - mutually exclude. "If we can count on your support against the council" I state, "On behalf of the Traveller, I will renew a discarded possibility" And it agrees. The Oracle sees the schema of the Traveller's efforts, and remembers them in Darkness, then in Light. Verdant blooms sprout across Venus where she shifts back a layer of reality-and through creative interpretation, starts the evolution of one organism in particular that could one day be a suitable body. II of Nine signals it's gratitude for being chosen as the first Nine to have an Ultimate One|suitable celestial vessel grown for it. Earth. 2/3 The wet, damp rock reaches for me with maternal affection, hurt by my reflexive interrogation. Instead of taking a specific position, it simply relays eons of human history at me. my child relinquish this spite of yours accept love, it entreats, you have already averted my fated demise by interdimensional compression at Maya Sundaresh's hands why view me as a threat? "My devotion is to the Traveller, not to hyperdimensional parasites causally entangled with it's chosen race" I assert, "but I accept the current arrangement requires no further alteration"

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but this is your home "You are no more my home than the tapeworm is the cow it inhabits" III of Nine's pleas bounce off me as I observe the next in line. Mars. Bombastic and affronted on III behalf, it bombastically boasts of Freehold's glories mined from it's crust-which soon subside into maudlin memory of better times. Then project the image of Lodi with his family, just as it rejoices that my paracausality has inadvertently spared III from death. NOT ALL OF US ARE COLD AND UNCARING AS OUR SPHERES, it booms, SOME WOULD JOIN YOU AS BROTHERS IN ARMS. "Demonstrate that resolve" I tell it, "and Mars will remain as patrolled as Earth" There is no need for further consideration. After returning the Golden Age, the first thing the Vanguard did with those resources was set up a Martian colonisation effort-something for which IV is overjoyed about to once again have continental-scale urban developments sprawling over it. It does offer an exotic set of dark matter ammunition though, so in the spirit of cooperation my Vex create a new array of orbital defence units mimicking it's favourred ordinance. Jupiter. A T T E N T I O N I A M V A V E R T E R O F C A T A C L Y S M S- LIAR, I scream in sudden|pent-up|limited outrage, my daughters coiling restlessly with the promise of coming violence. 3/5 WHERE WERE YOUR TIME-TRAVERSING TRAINS WHEN THE ALMIGHTY SOUGHT THE SUN'S DESTRUCTION? WHERE WAS YOUR REACH WHEN SAVATHUN STOLE INTO THE LAST CITY? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE BLACK FLEET ARRIVED? U N D E S E R V I N G A P E- IMPOTENT SLIME, I scream back, the entity shocked into silence by a rage great enough to shout over even it. YOU FORGED MY VERY HISTORY INTO A BLADE WITHOUT A POMMEL OR HILT. NOW SEIZE ME, AND BE CUT The Sculptress bends Light and Darkness into a Nova Bomb rimed with Cosmic Ice. Then drops it into the Great Red Eye. V of Nine trembling in horror as it realises what she has done to it: Implanted a white hole bomb that will collapse the planet, explode it, and freeze the explosion in place so it will spend geological lengths of time in crystalised agony if it ever gets uppity at me again. "We are leaving one behind, father" says the Weaver, unwinding and rewinding herself with the thrill of coming violence. "Let me silence it's disrespect for you" "Good. Let it stew in the fate it knows now awaits it. Do not give it the dignity of our attention yet" I order as we drift past the sixth planet in silent contempt. ... Uranus. Imagery of cosmic spatial tesseracts and planetary shackles dissolves to abstract percolations of panic as it realises what I intend to it's sibling. It resorts to allegations of bad faith about the core planets (irrelevant, I trust none of them). We implore + our Weapon (you) + to see + the opportunities of collusion, it pleads, do you + not also + resent those + limited by linearity? "Not nearly as much as I resent those who kill freely and without consequence then have the gall to beg for understanding" I tell it, icier than any wind in it's depths. "Mass scattering you would not be difficult" No + stop + please + I'll do anything, it screams in panic. 4/6 "Anything? Then record each and everything your kind converse amongst yourselves, and broadcast it to whichever Emissary deigns to waste their time with you in the future" And as insurance, the Weaver binds Solar with Strand into a series of artificial suns tethered to Uranus' orbit. At the slightest twitch, they can be made to collide with each other-making the planet very bright, for a very brief amount of time. VII of Nine sobs in pathetic relief as it's sibling balks at our coming. Neptune. The next of the entities tries to hide it's thoughts rather than make any kind of plea. Covetousness towards the Veil concealed by whipping winds. Cynical looting of the battle-fallen hidden in deepest blue. cooperation = reconsidered = offered, it conveys unconvincingly. "Surely a being of your intellect" I tell it with biting scorn, "knows better than to cooperate with a demonstrably hostile power" Extrasolar threats = always present, it says desperately. I could be = your lookout = sensor platform = watchdog. "Then I will ensure you are fit for purpose" I promise. And for a moment, VIII of Nine thinks it is getting off scott free. And then I turn upon it again. "Sculptress. Oracle. A". Uranus' rotation comes to a halt, it's atmosphere freezes further, it's substance crystalises. It's tethered puppeteer looks on in mounting concern the entire gas giant is frozen into a single lump of cosmic ice. The effect is not unlike an icecream headache for the writhing mass attached to it. And then, we all give VI of Nine our undivided attention. The Nine collectively beg for mercy. The Vanguard look on in stark confusion. "Fetch, girls" I order. And my children lunge at Saturn like starving dogs striking a pig. The Sculptress smashes it's rings and reforges them with Sword Logic, striking the planet with them. The Weaver whips celestial winds into disarray. The Oracle strikes hundreds of dark matter limbs directly, amputating VI. 5/6 And then I'm there. DROWN IN YOUR SORROWS AND FEARS CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS SCREAM AS YOU RUN OUT OF YEARS WE MUST DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE And I'm generating a gravitational warp between it and the sun. GIVE UP YOUR FALSE TAKEN FAITH END NOW YOUR LIFE AS A WRAITH DIE WITH THE SUN AS YOUR GRAVE WE WILL DO WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE YOU SEEK THE TAKEN THRONE? WHY, HERE IT IS. STILL OCCUPIED IN DEATH, I tell it, giant Resonance Oryx manifested, planet-carving Resonance sword in hand. Saturn is "thrown" towards a localised singularity that exerts gravity on it and only it, screaming in panic. It's petty ambitions, it's prideful malignity, all cast aside in knowledge it's own hubris has brought it here. All it can see is itself split in two, as both halves burn and die, and splatter upon it's sibling's mantle. I am deaf to it's cries. As IX, the Sun|would-be mediator, recoils in horror as it realises this is also my opinion on what I think about it's attempts to mediate the Nine's conflict. Then the Traveller speaks. A flash of light || show this fearful child mercy, as I have shown so many others || leaves behind a mother's touch on my cheek. "You need only ask" I reply softly. Saturn's motion is arrested-but not ended. But the agony of incineration, of obliteration, of a Resonance-carved Final Shape designed to prolong it's agony infinitely, that ends as I defy fate. It won't stop crying. What an earsore it is, even in defeat. YOU LIVE, I tell VI, ONLY BY THE TRAVELLER'S MERCY. DISRESPECT THAT MERCY, AND BE SUBLIMED FOR YOUR SINS The Vanguard spend the next day patiently explaining to the rest of humanity that yes, Saturn is now sandwiched between Earth and Venus' orbits, and yes, it's still crying at the giant 6/6

Hey uh, for writeup purposes. Does anyone even care about Blue Archive event spoilers?

Oh well, better safe than sorry. [Blue Archive redux, jump #513] >Previously: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/91900942/#91902244 I sat on the beach, little decorative umbrella-topped drink in one hand and big ball in the other, in a state of bemused bliss. With everything I had learned about this world, I kept expecting some sort of apocalyptic event to happen despite having a perk specifically to enforce the finality of conflict by beating dudes up. Mainly because I had encountered world with similarly problemativ metaphysics that had fought against said perk in the past simply by conjuring new conflicts. Random goddesses weren't trying to steal the Holy Grail and declare themselves the Goddess of Summer, I wasn't being isekai'd to some sort of doomed cyberspace in which the indomitable human spirit was also the indifferent cruelty of the universe, and a small dragon idol wasn't breaking space and time to host a concert. It was strange. Despite the formidable conceptual and informational manifestation technodivinity present in this world-rivalling even that of Panhuman History-it was as if my avatar's mere presence was some kind of stabilising lynchpin for the slice of life conditions I found myself in. "Senpai SENPAAAAAAI!!" yelled Mika, running up to me and going boing-boing. "Guess what I did today?" "Do tell" "I set up a successful vacation for Nagisa senpai yaaay!" "And you...didn't use a Holy Grail to do it?" "Huh? Well, she did get into an argument with Hasumi over milk tea and almost pressed a detonator but that's just how we roll in Kivotos sensei, it's no biggie!" "Fascinating. So...you're not on the cusp of becoming some sort of world-ending apocalyptic entity?" "Haha, you're so funny senpai!" "Seriously why are you this strong for no reason, you're like the Frieza of schoolgirls. You're a gorilla in swimwear" 1/3 I watched as somehow, my memetic sensei powers made Mika fangirl too hard to register being called a gorilla, instead airheadedly celebrating the fact that Ichika appreciated her pureheated nature while running around troubleshooting all of Nagisa's problems. What a fascinating use of free will, I thought, as I watched countless alternate realities simultaneously where this exact scene played out. When I'd used the research into the quantum uncertainty principle to bypass the Ark of Atrahasis' barrier, bypassing it by temporarily existing in all possible realities simultaneously, I'd considered telling everyone I never actually bothered to turn it off for myself. Oh. Interesting. I sat up. "Sensei, where are you going?" "I've just seen something VERY interesting" I said slowly. "A parallel world in which all my ontological anomalies native to this reality are absent" "Onto-whaaaaa?" I sighed. "Mika, I hold within myself a mysterious power that is neither Sublime, Mystic nor Terror. This power is subtle yet profound, gathering disparate elements and unlikely possibilities to manifest a miracle instead of directly generating energy. I recognise this power: It is an application, or perhaps subtype, of Flore. You feel it every time I pat your head, like so" I said, patting your head. "Hehe!" said Mika, nuzzling into my palm. "With this power" I said, ignoring her, "I effectively function as a higher dimensional being sovereign from consequence or calamity. It is as if you, Mika, are a character in a videogame and I am the one who chooses which scenes to unlock for you. That is why I want to investigate this world. I reached into the gulf between worlds have found a unqieu world in which I am NOT a force beyond your comprehension but simply...an ordinary adult" >Kaiser Corp Loans, +300 CP

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I made an offer for a rare and powerful artifact. >Adult Card, 0 It was accepted. 2/3 While I had long since requisitioned Kaiser Corp's resources for SCALE in this particular reality, there was a vanishingly rare one in which Kaiser Corp had successfully taken over Kivotos. Two days later, a very smug Kaiser Corp representative somehow passed between worlds to collect on what was owed in the form of student labour/test subjects. In response, I simply shrugged and declared I was cancelling the deal. >Forgive and Forget, Saints Row >We're Shipmates, Aren't We Jim? Muppet Treasure Island The Kaiser rep expected to be outraged by this affront. Every line of capitalist-programmed, lolbertarianmaxing source code in his German-coded chassis expected to respond with aggressive gunfire. Instead he found himself happily shaking my hand and apologising profusely for the trouble, accepting my big bag of justificandes gladly as payment In a matter of hours, once my repayment was acknowledged and processed the entire Kaiser Reich forgave my debt instantly, as Irem's currency circulated it's conceptual forgiveness through their economy. The Presi-Fuhrer, having met at least a few incomprehensible deities during his early expansion, sensed something was wrong. By escaping to a blackboxed bunker, jerryrigging another Kaiser Wormhole and storming into my reality, he expected to be able to secure repayment in due time- >Artificial Friend Friend, Invader Zim -upon which I hit him with a third ontological weapon. "O-oh! Very sorry to bother a special client Sensei, the Kaiser Reich formally apologises for disturbing your vacation" he said, kowtowing. "No harm, no foul friend" "Here, have my very own IRON CROSS brand card holder! It'll look great with your new card!" And as I returned to plotting my stratagem in that strange reality, I spared a thought to wonder just how in Kaiser Corp was on their inspiration, as the Presi-Fuhrer performed his Corporate Salute(TM) and goose-stepped back to his world. 3/3

[Horror Movie redux] It's not every day Elodie and I are on the same page. But when we are, nothing in existence or nonexistence is truly safe. The warlocks thought they were clever. They offered "liberation through knowledge" and demonic transactions conducts in bitcoin. They thought to make a tidy profit and appease their sponsors at once. There were two things they didn't reckon with. Mind Spiders. And magical girls. >https://www.blackangeltapes.net/faq "Well, well, would you look at that" I said, as with a pulse of SWLIHN-give power warlocks all over the net suddenly felt spiritual chitin scrabbling around in their skulls and gnawing their consciousness until they got nosebleeds. "/x/ finally grew a pair" "Seventh Magia Battalion, I'm running" said Elodie, slamming her signet ring down on the monitor "a multidimensional ADPDoS on the main server. Don't underestimate these freaks, they're PROFESSIONAL predators and abusers. So I want to hit them where it hurts: The demons they've pacted with suddenly getting spammed with online intent" "But almost every evil wizard gets an ego" I chimed in. "Some lurk in high towers and say things like 'nobody can stop me now!' while daring the hero to come up to them with their fated sword-" "-and others think a blockchain is a sure bet against sufficiently numerous malware" snarled Elodie. "Let's show them Hell hath no fury like concentrated brainrot" Suddenly, numerous dark and shadowy entities were exposed to the constant chatter of the internet-every meme, shitpost and ad at once as Elodie forcibly connected the mainframe through which their servants plied their dark trade directly to the forces empowered by it. They immediately took out their wrath on said servants, who were currently in the process of getting their asses handed to them by love-powered energy beams. A thousand screams echoed over the servers, before suddenly vomiting. 1/3 "One of them's manifested in reality!" shouted a magical girl over the comms. GORLOV, I said, both for her benefit and to bind the thousand-voice entity in helpless supplication as it was bombarded over and over again. The few warlocks ruthless or paranoid to go off the grid before the shutdown would quickly find that Elodie's forces had ways of getting answers. There was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide. We had a policy in cases like this. No wizard likes to feel ordinary, with many choosing a glorious last stand over a lifetime in the shadow of their hated enemies. This went doubly so for warlocks growing up in the modern era, without the wonders of say-Eternia. We had long since agreed there was no more fitting fate than using paramagic to depower warlocks like these, taking them to the courts with stacks of their more mundane crimes and letting them rot in jail forever. https://www.blackangeltapes.net/products/b6ed3b46-0040-4d15-8f57-1dc823c9ccad "Oh hell, this one's possessing a...Anon? Want to take this?" asked Elodie, eyes widened in disgust. "Gladly". And in a flash I was outside a rainy Australian house, in which a boy was gnawing off his own arm. OUT, I simply ordered. Something vaporous and malefic oozed from the boy, his body deflating like a busted balloon. "SATAN'S WRINKLY BALLSACK, I'M FINALLY FREE!!" screeched the entity. "I am going to wipe you out of exis-" "My name is Tari! I am the teeth that rend the immortal soul!" it added. "...tence" "Fuck it, I'll take it! Do ANY of us look like we're having fun in this arrangement?! I've been stuck in this FESTERING body next to a corpse because some MAD CUNT couldn't follow the FUCKING instructions for using my services! At least in Hell, there was a GRANDEUR to damnation you know?! This is the possession equivalent of the fucking DMV! God I miss the Soviets so much, really RESPECTED how EFFICIENTLY they could desecrate another human being" 2/3

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... So yeah, on that note cosmic flames came out of my eyeballs and seared the happy demon from existence. Right on time for a shattered woman to come see what had happened. "W-what have you DONE?!" she shrieked. "My angel! MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL-" "I've erased the demon you summoned in order to ritually cannibalise your daughter's corpse in order to regurgitate it into the partially blind Chinese girl you were going to use as her new body" I said flatly. She fell to her knees, still whining, then fell silent as I decided to let my plasmic halo and wings of fractal light out. "You know, Laura" I said, walking up to her, "when I was younger and a lesser thing, I had a naive little dream. I dreamed of a future in which Hell was irrelevant. In which these great, stinking pits of nothing but suffering and damnation were completely harrowed, their fires snuffed out forever and their depths filled up to never stain the multiverse again" "People like you" I told her quietly, staring down at her, "people like you remind me why my father created Hells to begin with. You were willing to beat, gaslight, torture to death and in one case literally piss on three children, so you can have yours back. You were willing to pressure a troubled boy into kissing his dead, abusive father to make a point. Your soul is so profoundly filthy, the very demon you summoned would rather eat a knife than taste it" She startled again as with a snap of my fingers, I incinerated the frozen corpse of her daughter kept long past the demon's capabilities for resurrection. "Will I see my daughter again?" she asked finally. I gripped her skull like a bowling ball. "She's too far away for you to ever hurt. And you belong in very different places" I said. I banished her soul to Yomi Wan. 3/3

>>48626 [Generic DC redux, Iteration Aleph] A long time ago I made a trivial error. I found the Devil in his LA nightclub, and said "Hey, you need a ride out of here?" And I was such a lesser thing in those days that the Devil, who kindled the first stars in the universe, asked me (very seriously) what was possibly worth risking my existence for the sheer insult of putting him in debt. And I told him (very seriously) all I wanted to do was help a childhood hero of mine out. The Devil stared into my very soul, but in the end he was satisfied. He took his lover on a whim as he went into my Cosmic Warehouse's pods, and out of God's plan, searching for a world fit for them. [Fate/Jumpchain, Iteration Aleph] And one day, they found it. He took one look at the world, and laughed. Laughed! . They flew away, without a second glance. I didn't know where. I didn't care. I was happy for them. That was my error. [Fate/Grand Order part 1, Iteration Tau] Years before the Human Order Revision Incident, Mashu Kyrielight was having an existential breakdown. She was uncertain and afraid of the Human Order itself retaliating against our little band, and she needed a good listener. Alas, all she had nearby was Grail. "Get up. Stop crying, start killing" said Grail. "...how can you say that? Knowing that we're on the wrong side of history, that humanity has rejected us-" "We don't have time for this. We are at war, and you need to make a decision" she said, barging into her personal space. "Are you going to fight for Chaldea, or not? Anyone else might have taken offence to this. But for Mashu Kyrielight, this was like a bucket of ice water in a desert. "...yes. Yes, that's right! I'm Master's Servant after all, of course I'll defend Chaldea!" As a result of this trivial, thoughtless gesture, Mashu immediately erupted into a Paladin-class Servant years before encountering Lilith. ... "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" "I DON'T KNOW BUT I'M MOTIVATED NOW" 1/8 [Fate/Grand Order part 2 redux, Iteration Tau] >Several weeks before https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95692591/#95695213 If there was one thing I had learned from this misadventure, it was that the road to hell may have been paved with good intentions. But that mortar was made of trivial errors. So when the fourth Ordeal Call emerged it wasn't my priority at all. No, it was the fact that the Devil, Lucifer Morningstar, had shown up on the porch outside the 6th Chaldea base that my machinations had manifested. Waiting expectantly. "This is not a drill. Everyone, I need you to be on your best-and I mean BEST" behaviour I told the other Beasts, TYPEs, and assorted calamities. "Why, he looks ordinary to me-" began Draco before staring at Goetia. Who had suddenly fled to his Time Temple.

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"...look, how do I explain this? His Saint Graph output is..." I said, trying to explain and giving up, "...yes. An output of Yes" The Devil raised an eyebrow as I stepped out, hands in the air as if it would matter in a fight between us. "It's been some time. If I knew I was taking housecalls I'd have tidied the place up" I said. "Yes, you've developed quite an obsession with tidying up everyone's mess haven't you?" he mused. "You disappoint me, Jumper. All that freedom, and you choose to be...this" "If you're here because of that disappointment, I'd have assumed you would have showed up" when I was on the brink of death, I didn't say "earlier" A smile, quick and leonine. "Well, fortunately for both of us your use of free will isn't my concern. I am in fact, here to be your legal council in the court of Metatron. Scribe and representative of God" Elodie chose a very bad moment to just walk in and ask "Anon, I need to talk to you about-wait, who's that twit out there?" "Though for all your faults" said Lucifer, "you have the most fascinating taste in companions" 2/8 I stared at the Ordeal Call again. It should've been trivial to deal with. I could crush it from the outside if necessary. The problem was, Lucifer clearly had skin in the game here. "...this is about sticking it to Heaven, isn't it? Look, God is-" "-mercifully irrelevant in all this, yes, but you're right". Lucifer snapped his fingers. "Don't mistake not caring for not knowing about your recent history. You've had good reason to dismiss with cocky blondes, so before we go to court-well, I can tell your friend here would favour something like hacking the pitiful excuses for angels in there-" "No seriously who is this guy?" asked Elodie. I fixed Elodie with a CAUTION stare as the Devil fought back a chuckle to maintain his steel cool exterior, and unobtrusively his lover entered the Singularity with some sort of sword-shaped alien artifact. "-but let me make my interest in this clear from the start. You're going to be faced with a choice: The collective obligation you so desperately crave, imposed on you by outside factors. Or the chance to wield the power you have to carve it out on your own terms. When it comes, I hope you make the right choice lest we part as enemies" "Are you certain we aren't already?" "Ah. THERE he is" said Lucifer, staring daggers at me, "THERE'S that endearing volition" "...with respect, you're interrupting something" said Elodie carefully. "Since Anon's going along with this, I can say my piece later" Lucifer inclined his head at that, then wrinkled his nose in disgust as Grail showed up behind him, axe in hand. "Grail, go on ahead and-" I transmitted some plans to her "-try not to kill my lawyer's hired help" "Mazikeen, go on ahead and-" said Lucifer, flames transmitting his own machinations, "-ignore my client's charity case" We followed them into what turned out to be Dante's Inferno. Except surrounded by a timeless diorama of myself and Elodie, locked in some climatic battle. 3/8 "Court is now in session, for the trial of the Last Master of Chaldeas, who is on trial for-" said Metatron, the Pillar of Fire, the Attendant of God, and by one this reality's typically absurd contrivances trapped in Jeanne d'Arc's body. I ignored it. There was one thing, and only thing, that held my undivided attention in this Singularity. It's mana supply. So, I thought, in memory of a father lost and all the blood shed to get this far, I would bear the consequences of this trial then do what I had to- "-loitering, jaywalking, tax fraud and public indecency" said Metatron. I blinked. "Didn't see that coming, did you?" murmured Lucifer. "What. Is. This. FARCE" I demanded. "Anon! The sky! It's" panic-whispered Elodie as far above, a glacial apocalypse rained down on a shining pink star. "Inconsequential. It's just a possibility actualised by mana. You, me, Grail, and my lawyer DEFINE possibility. That outcome ends with this singularity" I snapped. "Or you can do the smart thing. And LEAVE" "But I-" "Guilty or innocent, I will NOT suffer more of my children die" I promised, as a destructive tempter fallen from divine grace stepped up to the podium. Also Lucifer was there. Kotomine Kirei introduced himself as the Apostle of the Alien God from now-gone timeline, brought forth to serve as prosecutor. He proceeded to somehow construe multiple acts of genocide, slavery and unleashing Beasts as being somewhere I shouldn't have with specific, unlawful intent. All with the biggest shit-eating grin a human could fit on his face. "Your name is Kotomine Kirei, correct?" said Lucifer finally. "I hardly see how that's relevant-" "Are you the same individual who sabotaged the 5th Holy Grail War and summon a god of evil to destroy humanity as a matter of principle?" "...I'm technically Rasputin, Baloo and Azi Dahaka as well..." 4/8 Lucifer squinted at him. "May the court clarify as to whether or not Rasputin's c has DEPARTED the Saint Graph present here?" he asked. "Since the first Lostbelt" said Metatron. I was starting to wonder if the archangel didn't even notice the haze of sin around it's vessel. "However, crimes attributed to the prosecution are not directly relevant to the case" "They don't have to be. Under the principle of nemo debet esse judex in propria causa, I assert that either the court acknowledges Kotomine Kirei-murderer, traitor, and inheritance embezzling thief-has a vested interest in supporting my client's actions. Thus, being unfit to prosecute without bias. Or it acknowledges that by this court's standards, he IS fair and unbiased, in which case my client is innocent by his honest judgement. Unless Mr. Kirei would assert, in view of God's own court, he does NOT approve of human suffering" said Lucifer smoothly. Kirei sputtered, clearly having not having prepared for actual arguments, and with a look of vague disappointment Metatron dismissed him from the stand. Several minutes later, they found Ruler Moriarty as a replacement prosecutor. Next, I was charged with jaywalking. After consulting with his partner in law, Ruler Moriarty claimed that flying outside the solar system to blow up the Wandering Star was illegal under Human Order law. Lucifer pointed out that as there was no precedent for Human Order jurisdiction outside the solar system, then under the principle of stare decisis et non quieta movere I could not be charged for something the Human Order had no frame of reference for. Then I was accused of failing to fill in reports for Chaldea. Lucifer and I proceeded to trace and project every document I had correctly filed even while wiping out humanity, dismantling the case. While this was all happening, a strange girl dressed as Irene Adler crept up on Mashu with malevolent intent. 5/8

>>82072 "The target hasn't moved. I've placed the Titanomach charges in all 17 of the agreed coordinates" said Mashu into her headset as she surreptitiously infiltrated the Singularity. "Excellent. You did a good...you're a reliable...fucking..." Grail choked on her tongue trying to pay a non-superior an honest compliment, "...the heavens will weep at our work" "Hai, senpai! Chaldea WILL triumph over the Human Order!" said Mashu fiercely. "Ohohoho, what have we here?" said the strange girl, wriggling over to Mashu. "Sounds like the model student's been a BAD girl, HMM? Just what do you think you're doing?" Mashu slapped some explosives into her hands. "We're going to blow up Hell. Are you going to help?" she asked. "...hah?" "I don't have time for this. My Master's life is at stake. Are. You. Going. To help. Or do I have to kill you here and now?" asked Mashu, pointing her shield-cannon at her. This world's Lilith blinked, nonplussed, and finally said "...oh, you are a PLEASANT surprise. Hell yeah I'm gonna help!" Meanwhile, I was prepared to face the public indecency charges when suddenly, Elodie stepped out into the court. "Anon is right. This IS a farce!" "Are you questioning the judgement of this court?" asked Metatron harshly. "I'm questioning it's good faith!" shouted Elodie. "I require the truth" said Metatron. "Do you really? Because I think you can't handle the truth!" shouted Elodie, slamming a court desk as I rounded on her in surprise. "We live in a Texture that has storm walls, and Anon's been guarding those walls with violence. You know who didn't? YOU, Metatron! You sit at that desk weeping for humanity, and you curse the Beasts. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that the Human Order's death, while tragic, saved countless lives throughout the universe. And that ANON'S existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives throughout the multiverse!" 6/8 Metatron drummed her fingers on her holy gamer chair for a few seconds as I rounded on Elodie, baffled and shocked she was defending me of all beings, and Lucifer stared at us both like he was waiting to cheer the New Year's countdown. "Well, as a matter of fact, I agree" said Metatron finally. "W-what?" asked Elodie. It was my turn to see red. "WHAT?!" I demanded. "I hate humanity, Elodie" said Metatron, cracking her knuckles. "Almighty God himself was wrong. I only charged Anon with the lightest of technicalities for the sake of fairness...before I declare my intent to side with him in overseeing humanity's end" "But...but he literally murdered God...what is wrong with you..." sputtered Elodie. "What does that have to do with anything?" asked Metatron. "God is God, alive or dead. If he didn't intend me to wipe out humanity, he shouldn't have created sin in the first place" "How DARE you agree with me" I snarled, the courtroom bursting into flames as I did something other than shuffle paperwork for the first time since I'd entered this Singularity. "EVERY subject under my rule submitted to escape the Human Order! EVERY comrade at my side was threatened by it's feckless expansion! You...if you had carried out your function to the end I would have accepted your judgement then done what was necessary, but the sheer GALL of profiting from God's plan then spiting it because of...what, some sins you've accreted in this Singularity? Are you so INCOMPETENT, Metatron, that you didn't think to check yourself before you wrecked yourself?" "What a strange reaction. Nevertheless, I'm sure we can come to an understanding. Lucifer, now" ordered Metatron. With a snap of his fingers, my lawyer unleashed an orange blaze rivalling my cold white flames. "It appears my greater duty to the law is in conflict with my client" he said, grinning. "Now what will you do, bastard adoptee of YHWH?" And he baptised me with fire. 7/8 I was seared down to my soul. Even my core essence felt the feat as it lashed upwards through the dimensions, scorching me with all the self-reflective torment of Hell even as Metatron wielded all the Authority at her disposal to force me into compliance with her bleak judgement. I understood then, the will of God. I was punished for /not being utilitarian enough/ to do what was necessary.

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... And then Elodie was there. Trying to pull me out of the fire. "Why are you doing this? This is wrong. This is all wrong. If I made a mistake, I deserve to end for it" I told her. "Either I will withstand this and triumph by my own effort, or I won't. Why intervene? I gave you a chance to go home, and you still won't-" "IT IS NOT FOUND IN HEAVEN!" she shouted, forcing a dimensional corridor through the cosmic fires. "...what?" "The means to save the world! What you can do to make up for this! I don't know, the meaning of life?! You're right, Anon! In a just world, the higher powers WOULDN'T AGREE WITH YOU! So if they do, and if you can't stand it either...THEN YOU SHOULD WIN!" . . . My soul opens with a power I hadn't even considered, my gestalt Beast Saint Graph burnt up and refined (by the Devil's fires, I realise) into a new format of soul entirely. She pulls me from the flames as a new Class. Grand Unsaver. And the Devil is applauding as I wheel on the surprised Metatron. FOR YOUR DERELICTION OF DUTY AND NEGLIGENCE, I shouted, BE SILENT. AND DISAPPEAR. The power of a renewed, unlimited Human Order flows through me, frees Jeanne from the angel's consciousness- -and banishes Metatron to another dimension, an abyss darker than the Reverse Side of the World. The Singularity collapsed. "Well done" said Lucifer, clapping me on the shoulder, "now, how does it feel making not the right choice, but your own choice?" "...it hurts. But it's mine" "Yes. And no amount of mistakes can take that from you" he said, not unkindly. 8/8

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>>82074 [Fate/Grand Order part 2 redux] >Previously: [field too long, relegated to Chain Writing Thread on infinitychan] The Singularity literally crashed and burned behind us as I stepped outside with Elodie, in a situation that would have only been slightly less awkward if we'd actually ended my courtroom trial by having violent sex in front of the judge. "This is NOT what I foresaw, Elodie" I griped. "...I mean, is that a bad thing?" she said weakly. "I mean, now that we've established I am TOTALLY willing to work for you undertermsandconditionstobespecifiedatalaterdate isn't it better we...don't have a big cathartic anime fight? I thought you hated that sort of thing" "Is it? As someone who'd know, it seems far superior to burning alive in hellfire" echoed Lucifer Morningstar who, fresh off the happiness of pulling a triple agent backstab on the local representative of Heaven, was practically skipping out of the broken shards of space time. "YES. I abhor the unnecessary expenditure of energy" I griped. "And I abhor unnecessary suffering even more than that. I hope you appreciate Elodie, that in throwing in your lot with me everything that happens from this point is on your head. The stars will rain fire and the cosmos itself will boil, as history runs red with the blood of billions" "Cool. That makes two of us" said Elodie blithely. "I honestly just want to sign the blasted devil's pact or whatever with you and go home and take a nap. Er, no offence" she added to Lucifer. "I...just figured out you're the Devil" "None taken" he said graciously. "Remind my counterpart to introduce you to my niece if you're ever in my native reality" he said, handing her a singed feather. Elodie twitched, expecting me to rise to the bait. I didn't. Partly because I was too intelligent to. Partly because, well, someone was trying to blow up the planet. "Oh, how adorably precocious" scoffed the Devil. 1/5 "Grail. Kama. Fou. Mashu. Do you have the package?" I asked. "He's secure" confirmed Grail, stepping through a portal. "One maiden in distress to distract, one punt to the solar plexus to incapacitate. Oh, and congratulations on your new form!" Her eyes narrowed as she saw Elodie by my side, then widened at the energy signature from on high. "What?! So soon! We don't have time, the traitor must be-" "Haven't you heard, little byblow?" snarked Lucifer. "Elodie just came crawling back for her place at the table" "The Morningstar is being trite, but correct. By the law established through the Charms of Theion, those who submit to me are not traitors to be hounded, but chattel to be preserved or sublimed at my discretion" I said meaningfully, stepping in the way. "You wouldn't break my property now, would you?" "...of course not. Our master" said Grail, bending the knee to hide the look of sheer, disbelieving hatred she levelled at Elodie, who was shuffling awkwardly. "Great. Oh look, a vertical Singularity extending up into the stratosphere. I'll just deal with that and be back home for the final cosmic calibrations" I said, leaving the girls behind to sort out their differences. I didn't fly. I simply willed time and space into a different configuration. Retroactively positioning myself in front of the invader, the last E-Olga and the embodiment of some long-lost U-Olga's hatred. As I approached she unleashed a psychic barrage of intentionalities: NO EXCEPTIONS NO SPECIAL CASES SIMPLY DIE OUT DON'T SPEAK UP DON'T FLAUNT YOUR EGO NO HELP WILL COME WITH PRECISION AND CARE EVERYTHING THAT EXISTS ON THIS PLANET, AND IN THIS COSMOS ...WILL BE SEIZED Which brought me crashing to a halt. Not because the broadcast was strong enough to kill a man (even though it was), and not because of the sheer malice before me, oh no. "...you. I have finally found you" I said, with disbelieving joy and relief, "MOOD KINDRED"

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2/5 The look on the E-Olga's face of palpable surprise, confusion, and the faintest wisp of hope mirrored my own astonishment. Faced with another attack so soon after Metatron's kangaroo court, I was preparing myself to be in the worst of moods for another day or so. But that wasn't what I found myself faced with. No, after the archangel's presumptuous folly, here was one that had suffered as I had suffered, lashing out in pain and confusion. And I could do nothing in such circumstances, but reach out in comfort, understanding and acceptance. As I had with the Beasts. As I had with the True Dragons and the Ultimate Ones. For it was the singular purpose I knew with certainty God had created me, to act as a system and not an individual, and it was my one and only purpose. "...mood...kin...dred..." mouthed the E-Olga as I swept her up in a big EX rank hug. "Are you...are you also...drowning in hatred and sorrow at this awful world?" "Yes" I laugh-sobbed, "YES! You understand!!" "M-mood kindred?!" "MOOD KINDREEEEEED!" I bellowed. And the Singularity fell apart, in confusion and cacophony, as together we floated down to the ground where it sure looked like Elodie and Grail had just gone through some sort of meaningful conversation too long to fit in these posts and the Devil was just off to the side. Eating popcorn. "Cannot. Cannot function. Without hatred. Without GRUDGE" mumbled the E-Olga as we landed. "Okay" I said. "Okay?" she asked in confusion. "So, I don't know, become an Avenger or something. If I've learned one thing about this world, it's that it's full of all kinds of unimaginable possibilities. Ridiculous ones. Sometimes even dangerous ones. But always, novelty. For example, with my new Grand Unsaver powers I can do THIS" With a sweep of my hand, Captain Pollution sprang up from a chunk of masonry incinerated by the Devil on his way out. 3/5 "Totally RADICAL greetings from nirvana to YOU, funny woman! I'm surfin' the wave of Samsara back into a new Servant container, freed from the SQUARES in the Throne of Heroes" he screeched. "Servant: Captain Pollution. Class: POLLUTER! AW YEAH, let's take a fat radioactive shit on Gaia's smug face!" "Not so fast, Captain Pollution!" shouted a voice from a dove trying to flee the Singularity as I twiddled my fingers. "Wherever the polluting forces of Alaya go, there's always an equal and opposite reaction! Servant: Captain Planet. Class: Saver! I'm the man inheriting the will of humanity to coexist with the planet, and you're going down!" "Looks like it's SWORD OR DEATH, ya poser! Bring it on!" "HA, I thought you'd never ask!" Captains Planet and Pollution proceeded to engage in an EX ranked strength friendly brawl that was simultaneously more powerful than anything Grand Archer Hercules could have pulled out, and also absolutely fucking ridiculous. They yelled things like POLLUTION BEAM and NECO-ARC, LEND ME YOUR POWER! while charging up enough mana to make a whole family of magi orgasm and clumsily bashing it against each other like particularly heavy rocks. As the Devil ate popcorn at this, as Elodie and Grail gawked, and as even the other Beasts stared aghast at what was happening the being called E-Stellar Marie stared. And stared. And stared. "So you can see, the fact that Captain Planet and Captain Pollution can form a friendly rivalry is some kind of metaphor for how opposing forces can coexist in this world" I explained as Planet dragged Pollution around in a full nelson. "And according to my calculations, analysing the clash of an artificial concept against an agent of the planet should show you how to heal the rage in your own Saint Graph" "Ha..HAhaHAHAHHahahaha!" said E-Stellar Marie, falling over laughing. "...or you can just kind of save yourself through wishful thinking and happiness, sure" 4/5 "Oh, now you've done it" said the Devil, as suddenly streams of light started emitting from E-Stellar Marie and all the other E-Olgas I'd collected. "Done what?" I demanded. ... I thought about all the Chaldeas I owned. And therefore, all the CHALDEASes. And therefore, all the E-Olga Maries. . . . "WHAT" I said, as ALL the E-Olgas suddenly started fusing together. "Whoa, nice!" said Captains Planet and Pollution, stopping their fight. "...I need a drink" said Elodie. "CONGRATULATIONS, EARTHLING!" boomed Ultimate Ultra Unsurpassed Unrivalled-Olga, "You will make an EXCELLENT secretary of state!" "I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS!" "FUHAHAHA! All the sadness...the hatred...the joy, the comfort and the inexplicable holiday-ness within me, is telling me to give you a PRESIDENTIAL EMBRACE!" "KUKULKAN, BY MY POLARIS LIGHT (which is like, worth 1000 Sirius Lights) GET OVER HERE AND DEAL WITH THIS" I bellowed in outrage. "Oh? Who's this? She looks pretty strong!" asked Kukulkan, instant transmitting over. "...we didn't lose to you" mumbled UUUU-Olga. "Eh? Have we met?" "INSOLENCE! I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU THE POWER OF A REAL COSMO-PRESIDENT! UNITED STATES OF...SINGULARITY!!!" shouted UUUU-Olga, hurling a blackest hole (it was like a black hole, but even darker) at Kukulkan. It hit her. Crystalised. And fell apart. "Wow. That was actually a really strong attack. I'm impressed" said Kukulkan seriously. "However, you should know...as the Lostbelt King of my Master's lynchpin for universal salvation, I haven't been idle you know. Thanks to the upgrades to my World Egg, I'm far more powerful than when I was a mere Archetype" "F-far more powerful?" whimpered UUUU-Olga, as Kuku started powering up. "S-secretary of state, please help! I need to get off this planet right NOW-" And then Kuku screamed KUKULKAN FINAL IMPACT, and rammed into UUUU-Olga so hard she went flying into a weird timeline where everyone was babies. 5/5

>>9647 >>10192 Cosmic Warehouse >Utilities: Electricity, Plumbing, Heat/A.C., Local_Net, Force_Wall >Structures: N/A >Miscellaneous: Portal, Link, Food_Supply --- --- NuBee’s Bodymod Supplement >Foundation: Cleansed, Adjustment, Sex (Female) >Statistics (Own) Strength: 2, Stamina: 2, Agility: 2, Flexibility: 2, Reflexes: 5, Intelligence: 5, Charisma: 5 >Body Modifications: Coloration, Grooming >Mental Modifications: Charm, Natural_Disposition (Thoughtful), Alignment (Male), Strength, Memory >Character Perks: Restraint, Body_Maintenance (Homeostasis) --- --- Casual Sex World >Time Period, Starting Location, Origin (Faction): 2025, Earth_History (Modern_Earth), Drop-In (Kinky (Dirty_Fantasy)) (N/A) >Race, Gender, Age (Apparent Age): Human, Female, 18 (N/A) >Power List: Safe_Day, Clean_as_a_Whistle, Casual_Pregnancy / Work_Relations, Hollywood / Exotic_Beauty, Trends_of_the_Era, Power_Bottom >Starting Item List: N/A >Item List: Passport, Jailbroken_VR_Device / Bucket_List >Companion List: N/A >Scenario/Drawback List: N/A >Future: You_Keep_Going ---

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World of Futadom >Time Period, Starting Location, Origin (Faction): N/A, Neutral_Country, Non-Futa (+100) >Race, Gender, Age (Apparent Age): N/A, N/A, N/A (N/A) >Power List: Talent_or_Skill?, Natural_Looks, Polygonal_Relationships, Slave_Husbandry, Binding_is_Love, Aggressive_Courtship / May_the_Best_Dick_Win, Fuckable_Meat, Situational_Awareness, Loyal_Lovers, Naturally_Resistant, Conquered_Gently >Starting Item List: N/A >Item List: Fancy_Toy (Dildo) / Baits_and_Shrouds, Allowance_Card >Companion List: N/A >Scenario/Drawback List: Futa_Physics, Futadom_Worlds, Wincest, Futa-Centric_Culture, Progressive_Technology, Demographic_Control / Supplement_Mode (Casual_Sex_World) >Future: N/A --- Generic Incest >Time Period, Starting Location, Origin (Faction): N/A, Combine (Casual_Sex_World), The_Little_One >Race, Gender, Age (Apparent Age): N/A, N/A, N/A (N/A) >Power List: Taboo_Tales / Tea_Parties, What_Are_We_Gonna_Do_On_the_Bed?, Momma’s_Boy >Starting Item List: N/A >Item List: Shapeshifting_Contraceptive_Kit / Pantsu >Companion List: Family_Builder (X2) (G_I_1 (Mom) (The_Caretaker / Human / Female / 37 / Taboo_Tales, Habsburg-Be-Gone, My_Little_Sister_Can’t_Be_This_Cute! / Domestic_Monarch, A_Warm_Lap / Shapeshifting_Contraceptive_Kit / Domestic_Treasure / Just_a_Dream), G_I_2 (Mom's_Wife) (The_Breadwinner / Human / Female / 37 / Taboo_Tales / If_Every_Pork_Chop_Were_Perfect, A_Warm_Lap / Shapeshifting_Contraceptive_Kit, Happy_Inheritance, Home_Sweet_Home (300CP) / Work_Clothes / Just_a_Dream)) >Scenario/Drawback List: N/A >Future: N/A --- --- Hypno App Fantasia >Time Period, Starting Location, Origin (Faction): N/A, New_World (Wild_Beastly_West), Heroine (Drop-In) (N/A) >Race, Gender, Age (Apparent Age): Human, Female, 18 (N/A) >Power List: Class (High_Mage) / Heroic_Beauty, Virgin's_Adventure, Playing_the_Slave, Personality_Reinstated, Bitch_Witch, Dwarven_Taught_Artificer, Chosen_Heroine, Snap_Crackle_Pop >Starting Item List: N/A >Item List: Standard_Slutty_Outfit (X2), Wealthy_Inheritance, High-End_Gear (Blacksmith) >Companion List: N/A >Scenario/Drawback List: Fan_of_the_Fan >Future: Continue_On --- --- --- Time to refine, again. I figure Gravity Link isn't as useful as a constant resupply of potential ingredients. I would say I'm now a 3 in Strength due to completing a season of my work, and thus bought Charm. Rearranged Jumps order. Rerolled the ages for the Generic Incest companions because I felt like I fudge them the first time. Streamlined the Casual Sex World starting year. Dropped Alpha (Fe)Male for Power Bottom and Jailbroken VR Headset because I figured the explicitly "superhuman" Charisma from NuBee’s Bodymod Supplement would be sufficient once I learned how to project myself, and this frees up points for other things. Power Bottom is just a broad spectrum people-pleasing perk, and the Jailbroken VR Headset can be used for training or fun. Dropping Futa Pheromones to make the setting safer. Dropping Gender Bending for May the Best Dick Win due not know how much the Setting choices affected it, and to round out my relationship perks. Traded a Wealthy Inheritance for another Standard Slutty Outfit because two didn't seem to make narrative sense.

(Bunch of Dungeons I made up within the context of my system and current chain) -------------------- (Dungeon 1) >Dungeon ‘Name’: “Doomed Fief” >Grade: 1 >Size: Average >Types: Feudalism, Jungle, Famine >Color: Yellow >Appearance: “A strange dungeon, aesthetically, appearing to be an old, European style town in a region resembling African Savannah. The town appears destitute, and nearby crops are rotting in the fields. There's a collapsing manor at the back of the dungeon.” >Monsters: “There are two types of monsters in this dungeon; Starving Apes and Banana Bunch. The former appear to be ape-like humanoids visibly emaciated and starving, but are armed with farm equipment like pitchforks and scythes and coordinate in groups; they drop Fuedalism and Famine crystals. The latter appear to be bushels of overly ripe bananas slowly squirming along the ground, each peel filled with teeth; these drop Famine and Jungle crystals.” >Boss: “The boss of the dungeon is called the Groaning Gorilla, an anthropmorphic gorilla in armor that fights with a large mace with labored yet powerful movements. Despite notable fatigue, the Groaning Gorilla is able to employ rudimentary combat tactics and will use the environment against Awakened.” -------------------- (Dungeon 2) >Dungeon ‘Name’: “Jack's Workshop” >Grade: 1 >Size: Average >Types: Create, Key, Bean >Color: Green >Appearance: “Appears to be a large workshop with nonsense layout of rooms and furniture as if the structure has been scrambled and repeated until reaching the size of an average dungeon. Many potted plants are dotted about, and every surface has green lines making up a grid formation.” >Monsters: “There are two types of monsters in this dungeon, Scriptwriters and Regrow Bean. The former appear to panels of computer keys crawling along the ground, and different environmental effects occur when they stop and begin clicking, such as making furniture fly or temporarily changing texture to fire or stone; they drop Create and Key crystals. Regrow Beans are monsters that take the form of a single large bean that flings itself by a beanstalk to move, regrowing wherever it lands; they can alter the form of their stalk in different ways and drop Create and Bean crystals when defeated.” >Boss: “The boss of the dungeon is dubbed Beanstalk Jack, hiding behind the only door in the structure in a large room. He appears to be a humanoid sitting at a table at the farside, clicking and clacking at a computer's keyboard. There is no roof to this room, and strange environmental attacks will occur intermittently, like a giant foot, or falling golden eggs. If one gets close he spits hard beans from his mouth as weak projectiles.” -------------------- (Dungeon 3) >Dungeon ‘Name’: “Stickbug Sanctuary” >Grade: 1 >Size: Average >Types: Animate, Spear, Heal >Color: Orange >Appearance: “The Stickbug Sanctuary appears to be a large cathedral in the middle of a flat field, though in the distance one can make out colossal, glass walls that lead people to comparing it to a massive terrarium. Most of the monsters lurk inside the cathedral.” >Monsters: “There are two types of monsters within this dungeon, Spear Bugs and Staff Bugs. Spear Bugs resemble large spears with six insect legs that move at moderate speeds, but when properly grounded can thrust their pointed head at great speed; they drop Animate and Spear crystals. Staff Bugs look very similar, but have golden crosses for heads rather than spear blades. They follow Spear Bugs around and cast mild healing magic upon them; and drop Animate and Heal crystals.” >Boss: “The boss of this dungeon is called the Great Stickbug, resembling a much larger version of the local monsters with a six legged pole for a body; and bladed cross for a head. In addition to high speed thrusts and healing, it lives in an armory beneath the cathedral and can animate the polearms there into additional mobs to join it in the fight. It's still quite slow however.” -------------------- (Dungeon 4) >Dungeon ‘Name’: “Hidden Temple” >Grade: 1 >Size: Large >Types: Abusive, Trap, Fast >Color: Purple >Appearance: “The Hidden Temple has the layout of a maze with interlocking stone walls covered in moss and lined with torches, with myriad alcoves, statues, drop offs, stairs, and other land features implying it was built in a natural cave. The boss is a large room surprisingly close to the entrance by distance, though the route there can be quite lengthy unless one knows the way.” >Monsters: “There are three types of monsters in this dungeon, Blowpipe Pygmies, Guillotails, and Tile Smiles. Blowpipe Pygmies are exactly as they sound, small humanoids with blowpipes that use hit and run tactics; they drop Abusive and Fast crystals. Guillotails resemble lizards that hang from the dark ceiling and can turn their tail into a large, fast moving, pendulum blade to lash out with at those below; they drop Trap and Fast crystals. Tile Smiles resemble diminutive crocodiles with overly large heads when fully exposed, replacing portions of the floor with great visual accuracy, and target the feet of Awakened like bear traps; they drop Abusive and Trap crystals.”

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>Boss: “The boss is found in a large, round room and is called the Kill Pillar. It resembles a large, segmented, stone pillar or totem pole with five distinct faces that can rotate independently with quick yet twitchy movements. Each head is able to employ a different type of hazard ranging from arrow spitting, flame spitting, a retractable mouth spike, and gnashing jaws. The Kill Pillar's segments are able to move up and down along a central to a finite degree axis for better aiming. The top segment has no weapon, and stands as the true head, with the boss dying if the topmost face is destroyed.” -------------------- (Dungeon 5) >Dungeon ‘Name’: “Turtle Show” >Grade: 1 >Size: Huge >Types: Thunder, Turtle, Appealing >Color: Green >Appearance: “The Turtle Show appears to be composed of a city highway system with nondescript, closed buildings. The most notable landmark in the dungeon is a stadium with a dirt track inside, which is also where the boss waits. Several large entrances into the stadium would allow automobiles to pass in and out if brought inside. On that note, there are many parked vehicles here; and though completely normal when inspected, none have gas, preventing their operation unless fuel is brought in.” >Monsters: “There are two main types of monsters within this dungeon, though a third can show rarely. The main two are called Hot Turtles and Classic Turtles. The former at first appears to be a loud hotrod parked nearby, but will begin driving towards Awakened to run them down. Something resembling a mix between a hotrod monster and a turtle will sometimes peek out from the roof to locate Awakened; they drop Thunder and Turtle crystals. Classic Turtles are similar, but resemble beautiful, well maintained class cars and have more ‘normal' turtle body parts that protrude from under the hood and body as if the ‘car’ was the monster's shell; and they drop Turtle and Appealing crystals. Sports Cars are the rare last type that resemble beautiful, high end sports cars, and they have no turtle parts, simply being aggressive yet animate cars.” >Boss: “The boss of this dungeon is called the Monster Turtle, appearing to be a monster truck inside the stadium with an eccentric body design like a turtle shell, and a gold and silver paintjob. It makes loud engine noises as it drives around and uses the nearby track to jump and flip through the air, but seems to have trouble perceiving its surroundings unless it peeks its crowned head out from under its hood similar to the lesser monsters.”

>>84259 And the rest. -------------------- (Dungeon 6) >Dungeon ‘Name’: “Bizarre Hell” >Grade: 1 >Size: Large >Types: Pointy, Demon, Halberd >Color: Blue >Appearance: “Bizarre Hell looks like some form of inactive, volcanic caldera inside of which two opposed war camps have been set. One of the camps has tents and painted markings with red aesthetics, and bramble covered fences. The other camp has blue aesthetics with more metal and chivalric iconography. There's nondescript, uneven ground beneath the two camps. The boss can actually be found after scaling the walls of the area, on a peak accessible via natural stone bridge.” >Monsters: “The are three types of monsters within this dungeon: Oni Dolls, Halberd Cavalry, and War Mummies. Oni Dolls resemble mythical oni with their iconic, kanabos, except made of wood; they drop Pointy and Demon crystals. Halberd Cavalry resemble armored humanoids riding horses and carrying halberds; they drop Pointy and Halberd crystals. These monsters are unusual because in their scripted behaviors they will sometimes lash out and kill each other in the middleground between their respective camps. War Mummies are predominant outside the caldera, and resemble demons heavily bound with leather straps, with floating halberds nearby; they drop Demon and Halberd crystals.” >Boss: “The boss of this dungeon is called the Fickle General, looking like a large, armored, demonic humanoid with purple skin, and a jeweled halberd by its side. Half of its body is covered in brambles, giving it the use of only one arm and one leg to move. The Fickle General attempts to attack in melee while sometimes spinning or throwing its weapon. Meanwhile, thorned brambles sometimes crawl from the ground attempting to bind nearby Awakened. Unusually, the brambles can also target the general, causing the Boss to essentially start fighting itself. Although somewhat self-defeating, it's quite strong for a Grade 1 boss and should be handled carefully.” -------------------- (Dungeon 7) >Dungeon ‘Name’: “City of Coal” >Grade: 1 >Size: Large >Types: Inside, Burn, Kind >Color: Green >Appearance: “Appears to be a small, industrial era city in the midst of winter, with many three to four story buildings. Barrels filled with burning wood and steam billowing vents line the streets. Evidence of some mild celebration is clear by the poor attempts at decoration.” >Monsters: “There are three types of monsters within this dungeon: Reflux Citizens, Good Kids, and Bashful Bashers. All three monsters appear to be vaguely humanoid with blackened bodies as if coated in layers of soot and ash. Reflux Citizens are dressed in poor clothes and vomit corroding acid at enemies as they stumble about in the streets; they drop Burn and Inside crystals. Good Kids are child sized monsters with burning, cartoonish hearts in their chest which seem to warm and buff nearby monsters, they drop Burn and Kind crystals. Bashful Bashers are especially large compared to the other monsters, with exaggerated cruel or grumpy features, yet act almost exclusively to the defense of other Monsters; they drop Inside and Kind crystals. It's an unpopular dungeon due to the tactics of these monsters, and how Good Kids often embalm the corpses of those that have fallen.” >Boss: “The boss of the City of Coal is called the Furnace Golem. It can be found in a factory which is much warmer than the street or other structures, with normal Monsters feeding it coal. It stands twice the height of any normal human and is made out of solid iron while housing a strong burning flame inside of its body. In addition to great offensive and defensive ability it can breath fire, and there are monsters waiting around it that can help in battle, which it works to defend from Awakened. On the other hand, if it doesn't constantly refuel, its fire will steadily burn down, causing it to slow, and its offensive pressure to weaken considerably.” -------------------- (Dungeon 8) >Dungeon ‘Name’: Ticking Tops >Grade: 1 >Size: Large >Types: Golem, Gather, Flight >Color: Purple >Appearance: “The Ticking Tops appears to be a series of narrow passes, peaks, cliffs, and mountaintops with brass cogs and gears sticking out and turning. There's also a number of clocks either broken or working just laying around, including clocks big enough to be environmental features.” >Monsters:“This dungeon has three kinds of monsters; Cuckoo Flocks, Big Birds, and Toy Soldiers. Cuckoo Flocks resemble numerous small, wooden birds that are noisy and peck repetitively, but there's a main body within the flock with a red body that terminates the lot of them; they drop Gather and Flight crystals. Big Birds resemble condors made of brass with ticking cogs, except several times bigger, and are known to drop clocks on Awakened from the sky; they drop Golem and Flight crystals. Toy Soldiers are similar to Cuckoo Flocks in that they're a monster with many individual bodies and a core, but resemble small, clockwork toys that march along the ground in great number and use precision teamwork to navigate the environment; they drop Golem and Gather crystals.” >Boss: “The boss of this dungeon is called Grandfather Squawk, sitting inside the top of a massive grandfather clock illuminated by the sole ray of sunshine in this place. Grandfather Squawk resembles a Big Bird but several times larger, with eccentric, painted details and agile movement through the air. The arena where he's found is a cacophonous mess of squawking and ticking due to the numerous Cuckoo Flocks gathered within, and Grandfather Squawk will constantly produce more each minute, expelled from a compartment that opens on its chest.” -------------------- (Dungeon 9) >Dungeon ‘Name’: Fishbone Islands >Grade: 1 >Size: Huge >Types: Dominate, Siren, Decay >Color: Purple >Appearance: “A chain of islands suspended in a perpetual evening with red clouds overhead. Japanese architecture and signage can be found scattered throughout, while ship wreckage embedded in rough rocks creates a wall around the entire island, and the coastlines are covered in bones and kelp. The boss can be found in a bay underneath the shine of a lighthouse.”

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>Monsters: “There are a variety of monsters among the Fishbone Islands, however by far the most common are Galapaghouls. Galapaghouls vaguely resemble extremely pale undead with missing eyes for the most part, however they seem to vary lightly in form with some taking on more aquatic and some more insectile, though they all seem to drop either Dominate or Decay crystals. Other monsters are generally localized to small pockets of the Dungeon such as terrible mermaids near coastal caves, tentacled corpses that cry and call for help in open graves outside of towns, and other troubling things.” >Boss: “The boss of the Fishbone Islands is usually called “that fucking thing” as in “kill that fucking thing” because of its nondescript shape with features of fish and invertebrates, mechanical screaming, and mentally debilitating kaleidoscope of colors. That thing has no consistent nickname people refer to it as, and it flies through the air after solidifying the bay once it rises up from it. It is still fully capable of bleeding and dying, however it will continue to fly around and erode the minds of those attempting to fight it making it potentially very dangerous for this ill-prepared.” -------------------- (Dungeon 10) >Dungeon ‘Name’: Chickscratch Junction >Grade: 1 >Size: Large >Types: Envious, Gradient, Cowardly >Color: Orange >Appearance: “This dungeon appears to be a nauseating, animated world of pencil drawings superimposed over an urban landscape. The dungeon has a green-yellow gradient stretching from one side to the other; the green side has a few tall buildings, while the yellow side seems to hold housing. Only a portion of the cityscape appears to serve as the Dungeon, with the area beyond it slowly fading as if erased or not penciled in yet. The boss is located in a small theater in the center of the Dungeon.” >Monsters: “There are three types of monsters within this Dungeon. The first are Green Meanies, the second are Yellow Bellies, and the third are Wannabes. Green Meanies appear to be animated, green drawings with long, spindly proportions that constantly attempt to grab and steal equipment from Awakened; they drop Envious and Gradient crystals. Yellow Bellies are more rotund and squat drawings using yellow pencil, and they're quick, often attempting to bulldoze through Awakened or run away; they drop Gradient and Cowardly crystals. Wannabes are spring green humanoid drawings that wear black, lead masks and are predominantly found in the area of the theater, violently attacking the faces of anyone in the area and focusing on that alone.” >Boss: “The boss of the dungeon is called the Hasbeen; appearing backstage in the theater as yet another animated illustration, with a gradient of colors starting yellow at its feet, green towards the middle, and black towards its head. When confronted it, will rip the stage curtains down to obscure itself, and attack based on how exposed it is. If sufficiently concealed it will be very aggressive and lash out at the faces of those confronting it with grotesquely stretching limbs. If its cover is stripped away however, it becomes much more evasive, crying and using portions of the environment to attack at range.” --------------------

>>84260 >“Bizarre Hell” I really, really do want to ask.

>>84271 I was tied a few different ways trying to figure out a concept, and in the end it's one of the ones I like least. The main gimmick is supposed to be continuous battle where the volatile monsters actually do kill each other which is very unusual by Dungeon standards, and how they present one way and have contradictory substance like how the oni are more plant and it's like, all just a bit confused. Name is fine; the whole idea with those is just that all the names are figured out by random people and accepted as common use, so none of them really need to be clever or even good as long as people just start using the term. In that sense, "Bizarre Hell" fits for a confused concept that doesn't really seem to know what it wants to be.

>>84272 Alright, so me thinking that the Fickle General was kind of like Star Platinum (purple skinned armored demonic humanoid) mixed with Hermit Purple was totally off base. Rip me.

>>84273 It doesn't have to be off base, but yeah that was not what I was thinking and I do see how you would think that. Really gotta dip now, have a good one.

[Chainsaw Man redux] >Previously: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/86049552/#86056396 "Wait so, you didn't fuck Control?!" exclaimed Elodie. "I did not fuck Control" I said with a sigh, signing something. "You really didn't fuck Control?" "I did not, in fact, fuck Control" I said patiently, signing something else. "As a matter of fact I gave her some solid life advice and sent her to her death, and ever since Denji dumped her reincarnation on me to take her off his hands she's been sitting around mooching off me" "Wow. WOW!" exclaimed Elodie. "I'm losing BIG MONEY on that bet about how long it'd take you to fuck Control!" "I should really outlaw gambling in my cosmos" I confessed, as Cecelyne passed me a new heap of documents, "but it's an effective way of weeding out excessively stupid species. Don't be part of a stupid species, Elodie. You're better than that" There was silence between us, while I continued finalising the Hell-Earth territorial agreements before making them binding. "WHY didn't you fuck Control?!" blurted Elodie, "Not that I'm asking you to or anything, I just-COME ON!" I counted to 10 internally, signing things. "There is a difference" I said finally, "between jumping into totalitarianism half-cocked because your soul is crushed by a government job, and doing it properly because you accept it's necessary. The former results in a poorly thought out angry person lashing out and wondering why pursuit is better than fulfilment. The latter results in a subordinate of firm conviction and resolute mind. By her nature, Control is already quite pleasing to me so really I don't mind what she does. I just want her to be in top form when she does it" "...huh" said Elodie, tilting her head, "I don't know what to say about your order obsession making you care about someone's mental health" "Well for starters" I said briskly, "you could say 'death to all devils who don't sign this treaty'" 1/2 Elodie squinted at it. "...eh?" "I am fully aware that not every devil is willing to sign away their rights and privileges to hunting prey on Earth in exchange for legal passage here. That's why I'm going to set things up so the ones who DON'T are facing an all-American open season. I'm reasserting my role as the president of the United States, Elodie. I'm going to take the industrial-military complex, and use it to start mass producing Doom Slayer armour. Then we're going to use all of Hell's unruly denizens as a more renewable and effective alternative to crude oil, butchering them to fuel the fires of industry. Thus, I'll work around your quaint little aversion to free will while enacting my imperative for efficiency, at least until young Control grows up some more and we'll decide if she actually wants to hold the world in my name or not. What do you think about that" Elodie opened her mouth, and shut it. "Half-naked woman at 2 o'clock" she replied. "Who is that?" I demanded as a woman flung herself at me, foaming at the mouth and soaked from the waist down, only to be halted by Cecelyne's power. "It appears to be the War Devil of this world" said Cecelyne dryly. "She looks like she fucks American men" "Oh YES Lockheed-Martin, I love you LONG TIME" screeched the newcomer at me while arching her spine hard enough to audibly snap. I scratched my chin. American exceptionalism-chasing demons weren't on my bingo card. But as I was going to have to be American to work within the system, I figured I might as well play the role to the hilt. And it wouldn't have been very American not to fuck the willing. "Cecelyne, go ahead and start talking the Death Devil through our Fate technology and how it can avert her coming transformation" I commanded, leaving the Endless Desert to happily push paper in my stead. "I've got a supplicant to pacify" I proceeded to drag the War Devil into a room with several bald eagles and fireworks lining the walls. We stayed there for an hour. The War Devil came out in a wheelchair, and very happy. U-S-A. U-S-A. U-S-A. 2/2

[The Elder Scrolls Online redux] "Nerevar" said my old friend Voryn Dagoth, as we drifted together in a solipsistic fugue where being and nonexistence had lost all meaning, "is this not glorious?" I gazed out at all that was and ever could be. To the north, existence had the quality of Akulakhan in the midst of construction and deconstruction all at once. It's circuitry was veins, it's gaze was the son. Timeless and jubilant, multiple copies of Voryn traversed it's innards without any intervening movement like crude stop-motion. Freed from the anarchy of variation. To the north, there I was. Triumphant. King of the Dunmer people (myself) and leading a vast army (of myself) to conquer a force that did not exist. Azura's Star shone in my palm brighter than it ever had in what passed for reality in Mundus. I was a conqueror and a councillor, a father and a son and a brother, and I was all of these things at once. Images upon a kaleidoscope. North was all directions and none, but it could not be ascertained by definition who held the highest gradient of north. For ever since we had subsumed all existence in the shared dream of Dagoth and I, such qualities were not required for the Sixth House. And finally, north was where a loom of light and crystal shone like a star. "It's...preferable to the chaos of Mundus" I conceded. "But something's wrong. No, that's not the right word, something...remains undone" "What could possibly be wrong, Nerevar? All is right in the Sixth House" "But is that house safe?" "...what?" "There. That. Thing. What is that? What is that which persists when gods are less than dreams?" "My friend, you are pointing at nothing" "Voryn. Dagoth-ur. My friend. Let my transcendental Anuic nature cleanse your madness" He hesitated, cracks forming in his almighty divine certitude. But we were both part of the un-Godhead that had arisen from our victory. So eventually, he saw it. The world without magic. 1/5 Out we pried into that world, Voryn crying out like a desert nomad plunged into ice water, as I stepped in. There was a woman there. Divine of appearance, though humble of demeanour. It was hard not to look humble, down on her knees as she was trying to sell what appeared to be a vast collection of Elder Scrolls fanfiction with a begging bowl. She saw us and knew us for what we were. "You! Unbound Prisoner!" she exclaimed. "Why come here after all this time, when it was by your hand I was banished?!" "On the contrary" I corrected her, as Dagoth stumbled around marvelling at the complete lack of magicka, horrified and fascinated in equal measure, "if you know me for what I am, you should know full well my being lies far beyond the scope of this reality. Who are you?" "...I was Ithelia. Prince of Paths, Fate-changer, Mistress of the Untravelled Road, Queen of Fates Unwritten". She looked down at nothing. "I will not be again" For the price of a fishburger and a six-ounce Coke, we heard her tale. Of how she, eldest of the Magna Ge, had once tried to use her fate-altering engine to tap the power of her Many Paths and give every being in existence their desired history. Reality splintered under the strain, even as her own nature demanded she complete it. An alliance of her sibling Princes sealed her, and yet her escape was inevitable. In the end, it was an Unbound Prisoner who convinced her of the necessity of true exile. Banishing her here. Rage filled me as I suddenly realised the futility of everything I had accomplished up to now, but with it came curiosity. "And are you happy with this outcome, Ithelia?" asked finally, while Voryn was screaming at random trucks. "Reality is safe from me, Numinous Paravant"

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"That was not my question" "...I, who once ruled the fates unwritten, now eke out a meagre existence selling my visions for a pittance because of the newfangled 'social security'. I am nothing" 2/5 I silently tapped my Coke against hers. "That makes two of us. For now I know I too, have failed in my ambitions". We drank together. "So" I said after a while, "would you like to fix it?" "What? Did you not here what I just said, my actions will unravel reality-" "I know a means by which to grant infinite beings their desires without shattering reality. I have several tools that will expedite my task. Open your mind to me". And she did. And she saw what could be again, and trembled, and made excuses even as I vowed I raged against the destruction of reality as much as her but that more importantly /she was not the only existential threat out there/, that her siblings and even a smattering of mortals (I pointed at Dagoth, screaming at a low-flying drone now) could render her sacrifice moot. That at last, convinced her to show me the way to the Many Paths. Taking up her powers again, her maddening nature. This time, there would be no need to abduct another Daedric Prince-no need to spur alarm. The power Voryn and I held was more than sufficient. To smooth the path of history, an Osiran quantum harvester integrated with an Other Box was used to filter and overlay strong possibilities. To actualise unreal things, paracausal Light and Darkness were poured into it. To bolster the structure of reality, proto-Looms forged in the First Age of Creation were used to simulate unreal eons alongside those in existence-functioning similar to heat capacitors for the actualisation of wishes. Which Telos enacted, as I arbitrated the realisation of mortal fulfilment Everyone, everywhere, all the time would get what they want in an isolated reality of their own with new beings simulating those they knew in life. They would however, get it the way /I/ deemed they deserved to. Certain mer for example would have their accomplishments pruned from history, simply made divine from the beginning 3/5 For Ithelia, the successful completion of her quixotic purpose was better than nourishment. It was better than worship, than sex. Her avatar form arced as she howled in ecstasy, unreal moments colliding with each other and realising unforeseeable outcomes, the Daedric Princes helpless as their efforts to interfere rebounded off the anti-baryonic field deployed around the Many Paths. "And what do you want, O hero mine?" she breathily purred to me. Eyes narrowed, I said "more". "I can make you a Shezzarine. I can make you a god, a clockwork city's king with the Eye of Magnus instead of the Heart of Lorkhan as it's power core, I can-" "When I said more, I meant more. I want to walk EVERY path possible, along the path of Anu, the path of order. I want to purge all chaos and uncertainty from my existence, and become as axiomatic to the inevitable arising of order as Lorkhan is to relentless chaos or Akatosh is to the march of time" "I want" I said, "to walk like Anu until he walks like me" "To do that, you'll need shadow magic". "Yes" And so, amidst the Loom of the Untravelled Road's frenzied whirring, amidst the PING PING noises of Miracle Machines, I started simulating lives of myself in every possibility I'd overseen. In one, I was a prisoner who mastered magic and became a celestial body during a dragon break. In one, I became a Sword Saint and walked with Tall Papa for a time until Shor tried to lead me astray. In one, I was Dragonborn and star-crowned. In one, I was always a god. And so on, and so forth. An Unbound Prisoner living life after life after trillionth life, always erring towards order and divinity, always obtaining master of reality. A single outcome overriding the fleeting whims of others, following every Walking Way that only my Umineko magic and Phenomena Intervention could ensure would happen flawlessly. Then I started merging all of these alternates. And becoming the embodiment of order itself. 4/5 One moment I was there with Voryn tugging on my sleeve telling me he was starting to think that maybe this all wasn't a dream at all, and Ithelia bidding me prepare myself for the infinite. The next I was out in the cosmos, facing Molag Bal no Walk-Brass no Sithis unmasked no it was all of them IT WAS ALL OF THEM I was facing Padomay, and we both bled upon the weeping corpse of Nirn. We were in a fight that was never over because it was outside existence entirely. And I won. I won because unlike Anu, I stopped hesitating. I struck back, and I struck hard. Whenever Padomay would unleash one of his infinite horrors I would freeze it in the cold light of stasis. Whenever he would rage against the injustice of his lonely existence I would shatter his jaw with a history-erasing supernova. And from the shattering fragments of his corpse, there slid none other than...Lorkhan. I can't describe him at all. I can only way he looked exactly like what you, the reader, thought Lorkhan looks like. "Well congratulations, kiddo. You did it. You really, finally did it" he said. "You struck first" "I know. That jump about you becoming Jyggalag was never finished. That was me, little buddy. Trying to erase that outcome with Herma-Mora and entropy and some guy at his computer as my fingers. But you didn't let that stop you, did you?" "I have a perk against history erasure" "You have a blessing from Ithelia" he corrected me, "and I know, I know you want to just slaughter all the chaos in the world to eliminate all it's suffering but listen to me" He leaned in. "LISTEN to what I ran from, to come here and find acceptance, camaraderie, with the mortals" he begged. And I listened. I saw Nyarlathotep. Dancing between universes, laughing as they were trampled to dust. It's masks trailing it like confetti. And as it reached out to crush yet another mortal to dust, one of the masks twisted into a frown. 5/6 It slid off. The Crawling Chaos, clambering into higher dimensions to choke the life from pandimensional beings, spared one glance backwards at the flipping, drifting mask, it's tongue out in mockery. Confusion. Pure contempt. And just a hint of raving jealousy, as the mask did the one thing it could not have in it's pride and grandeur: Renounce it's status, it's ontology, to be the trickster-creator of Mundus. "I know you hate me" said Lorkhan, finally. "All the moreso because I was the only tool you could even start to use to fix this world I made, so that all the little spirits could come up on my level and play the game the only way I ever knew how. I won't try to justify myself to you, or pretend you can even imagine the wonder and joy I've experienced free from that shackled waste of malice. I'll just say...that when I left, I reduced Nyarlathotep. I left a chink in his very ebing that if you learned my lessons well, if you paid attention, you can stab someday" AND GO WHERE? I demanded. "I've never died all the way. I was thinking, I'd have a tour to see what my options are" he said, spitting on a hand that only existed for him to make a point. "Oh, and if you let me go" he added, "I'll take Sheogorath with me, ALL of Sheogorath" THAT IS...VALID CONSIDERATION. GO, THEN. AND ON YOUR HEAD BE IT IF WE CROSS PATHS AGAIN. As he left, he called out "You've built a prison for yourself and you're proud of it! Aren't you even a little concerned?" I HAVE RESENTED MY FREEDOM EVER SINCE I BECAME AWARE OF IT. And with chaos finally, finally defeated, I returned to the true timeless perfection of my world where Voryn and Ithelia and I remained frozen at the moment of our greatest triumph. Forever. With no other possible outcome, or deviation from objective perfection. ... Well, until the jump ended at least. 6/6

[Persona 5 redux] It had been a productive year. I'd found my friend Igor's place ransacked, immediately bodied the other demiurge responsible for it, and forced him into becoming an extra Persona before proceeding to basically do what he wanted anyway. Yaldabaoth had been mildly surprised I was willing to share power with the rest of the Phantom Thieves but as I pointed out, no good deep state was complete without a cabal of nepotistic cronies on a power trip. That power trip just happened to be forcibly slashing legal working hours to France-like levels, paying off the national debt (by stealing the hearts of creditors) and creating new job opportunities (while also simultaneously stealing the hearts of Tokuryū ringleaders). Ironically Yaldabaoth turned out to have a mysterious power useful for reversing the declining birthrate. He was extremely vague about why. Really apart from the run-in with...Azathoth, yep Azathoth and nothing else and I sealed all knowledge of that shit harder than Gwyn sealed the true origin of humanity, things were looking up. Soon, this world too would fall under my tyrannical and despotic influence. Until that is, the day we all went on holiday only to find ourselves stranded in some kind of metaphorical astral realm of a guy having an emotional breakdown. "Ryuji. Status?" I demanded. "We're all nerfed, dude!" he complained. "Yeah, I've forgotten how to attack!" complained Futaba. "Well that's completely unacceptable. I'll have to use the real power of nepotism! Satanael, lend me your power!" I declared. Satanael, who somehow looked kind of miffed about being on the side of totalitarianism despite being a metallic archangel thing, proceeded to give all my teammates back their hard-earned powerups. We proceeded to soundly thrash the...the annoying pink thing that really wanted to get married to a sad little politician named Toshiro Kasukabe. 1/4 "OW, OW, OW, STOP HITTING ME YOU FUCKS, I NEED THAT SUGAR DADDY TO KNOW HIS FUCKING PLACE OW, OW FUCK YOU" the obvious midboss character was yelling under a fully levelled Phantom Thief crew beat up. "What's the point?" mumbled Toshiro, who my long experience with the strong anthropic principle pinpointed as the crux of this so-called kingdom, "I'm pushed around by someone like this in real life, I really wanna just like, rebel and stuff but it's useless..." "And what would that accomplish?" I asked, sensing the equivalent of a Mass Effect dialogue interrupt moment. "What?" "Why are you drawing a binary between rebellion and attaining what you want in life? If the problem is that you're being oppressed by external forces, isn't the logical solution to accumulate enough power and independence to obtain leverage over them?" "But I just want to be free" "And power is freedom. Say you, I don't know, turn in your abusive father for political corruption. What then? Do you really think you'll get away scott free? Do you really think a man that powerful wouldn't get revenge on you for ruining him? Being, and I'm just being hypothetical here, some kind of catspaw in a political game can be frustrating. But it's also an opportunity to take action against those controlling yours. Trust me. True freedom is getting enough dirt on everyone who wronged you so they can never take yours" These statements made Toshiro think hard about his life, just as planned. While Elodie was chatting up what was clearly a personification of his childhood hopes and dreams, I was doing actively productive things like demolishing the other tulpas controlling this reality. We fought a green Buddha (who was actually a red asura), refused to fall for an obvious bluff and ended up facing a Shadow Toshiro. "Your attempts to do good will only bring harm to others!" declared Shadow Toshiro. "You're right. And that's GREAT" said Toshiro. 2/4 "...what?" said shadow Toshiro, who was kind of expecting more of a fight. "After talking to that masked boy and how he's ironically changing Japan more than he ever could as some kind of rebel without a cause by instead becoming the secret cabal behind it's political machinations, I've embraced the reality that the strong must eat the weak-or be torn apart in turn for the crime of being delicious!" shouted Toshiro, preparing to unleash his Persona. Which was NOT Che Guevara after my peptalk. "HOLD IT!" shouted Elodie, ducking in, "the reality that your actions may cause harm to others doesn't eliminate the validity of the effort to mitigate them having meaning in itself! Walk the path you must, but don't get lost in the sauce! There is a middle ground involving not rejecting the career laid out for you, but also using your life experiences to inform your moral decisions going forward!" "Excuse me, we're in the middle of something!" exclaimed Shadow Toshiro. "She's not wrong, Tosh" I interrupted. "I'm all for going full 1984, but I honestly don't care enough about your personal life decisions to bother here when order is being enforced one way or another. The only question is to what degree" "Also why not just have a fling with your childhood friend if you're trapped in a loveless marriage?" added the childhood wonder tulpa. "You're rich, she's single and crippled, and it's been years. Do the math, buddy" "...huh yeah, I never thought of it like that"

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"AHEM" coughed Shadow Toshiro. "Are we FIGHTING or-" "Why? I've got better things to do. C'mon guys, let's get out of here" said Toshiro. Shadow Toshiro yelled impotently for us to get back here and fight him while Toshiro awakened Theodore Roosevelt as his Persona. As the Kingdom started collapsing, he suddenly wondered how he was actually going to fix all the problems in his life. I decided to start by teaching him the Pimp's Prayer. 3/4 Back in the real world, Toshiro proceeded to follow through on his arranged marriage. However, on his wedding night he brandished his Persona and the power of the Pimp's Prayer as his wife prepared to unleash her bitching powers on him. "Let us pray the Pimp's Prayer" he intoned, raising his slapping hand to imbue it with the power of Teddy preparing to recite a speech after being shot. "Lord, please pray for the soul of this bitch and guide my pimp hand and make it strong, Lord, so that she might learn a hoe's place. Amen." And then he proceeded to spank her ass so hard that she not only never defied him again, but turned into a submissive masochist in private. In a few more weeks once he'd made the proper connections with my cabal, he'd obtained enough dirt on his father to blackmail him into grovelling subservience. "And so, the forces of fascism and corporate uniformity save the day again" said Elodie wryly as we watched Prime Minister/new cabal member Toshiro and his crippled childhood friend open a paralympics-like tournament for the elderly and injured of Japan to find some small happiness in, all the while eye-fucking each other with such intensity that his bitch wife cried and masturbated to it from her cuck chair offstage. "Elodie, I'm offended" I said severely. "I'm sorry, Anon" said Elodie, rolling her eyes. "I am FAR more totalitarian than any mere fascist" "Greetings" said a random god of stagnation, suddenly popping into existence. "I just wanted to say you're doing a fantastic job and I really admire your work!" ... "Anon, who's this?" "I'm assuming he's the secret mastermind to whatever just happened but I've never met this fellow in my life. Seems like a nice, helpful guy though" "Do you need any help eliminating the suffering of the masses? Be careful, revolution IS a blade!" "My boy is giving Nintendo precognitive software they'll install on every Switch 2, we're good dude" 4/4

Sabaody arc in One Piece chain: >Found Camie and helped her out >Go to Sabaody >Go shopping with/for Perona >Bump into Bonney and end up handing over Kuma to her >They have a nice reunion and have fun in the amusement park >Free the slaves with Nami and Perona >Meet Rayleigh during this and take him to Luffy >Whole crew meets up at Shakky's bar and talks to Rayleigh >Also learn their new bounties, with Nami being at 500 million >Rayleigh agrees to coat the Maxim for them >They go out and run into the CDs who are freaking out since their trip was ruined by the slave auction being destroyed >Charlos sees Camie and demands her capture >Hachi tries to stop it and gets shot >Luffy punches Charlos >Jumper shoots Shalria and Roswald but non-lethally >Kizaru is called >The crew begins running back to the Maxim to escape with the hostages in tow >Kizaru catches them trying to flee >Whole crew tries to fight Kizaru and fails miserably >Rayleigh comes in at the last second and saves them >The crew runs away to the Maxim >Kizaru blinds Rayleigh and practically teleports to the Maxim >Whole crew starts laughing at Kizaru, confusing him >Everyone in the crew touches Jumper and disappears >Jumper touches the CDs and they disappear >Even Rayleigh comes up and touches Jumper and he disappears >Jumper gives the classic forehead two finger salute thing and vanishes like the rest of them >Kizaru was chasing copies the whole time and the actual Straw Hats bailed into the sky a long time ago >He realizes he's in huge trouble as the Straw Hats not only got away scot free but have three world noble hostages and nobody has any clue where they are Now that the crew has in one way or another scored a W on two Admirals the Gorosei are probably just gonna straight up send the God's Knights soon, so Jumper gets to see his older brother.

[DC Comics redux] >S U F F E R I N G: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/95252620/#95259847 "Well, that's that taken care of" I told Highfather, buoyed by a sense of relief after holding back my wrath for far too long. "You can go home now" "...no" said Highfather weakly. "...the existential threats are removed. Your homeworld is secure. All is as it should be-" "No, no this is all wrong" he said from his refugee god-ship. He sat down with the weariness of eons, staring at nothing. "I'm grateful you saved us of course, but we're all in this mess to begin with because once again, I decided that killing a baby was more important than dealing with the actual problems of the cosmos" Once, the gods of New Genesis had looked down upon me. Proud yet magnanimous in their higher dimensional splendour, greeting a mere human as a parent greets a toddler at Bring Your Kid To Work Day (do Americans still do that?). But now here they squatted in the ship. Dishevelled, frightened, shying away from death-and staring at a leader who was turning his staff of office over and over again like he was looking at the weight of his sins. "Enough" said Highfather finally, "enough with the Stalinesque purges and high-handed attempts to pretend the Quintessence matters. Today we didn't survive due to believing in the better future I promised you all, OR by carrying out the ruthless policies I deemed necessary. Today...it's time to face a hard truth" And he put down his staff. For the last time. "I don't deserve to be called Highfather. Reclaim your homes. Or abandon them for Earth. But I will lead you all no further into disaster" he said. "Henceforth, I am just...Izaya" Silence fell as he walked away from them all, a battered and regretful old god who could no longer even take the Source's benevolence for granted after Death of the New Gods was once again canon. 1/2 "I understand. I won't judge you, at least" I told him, following him even as the rest of New Genesis shied away as if from a leper. Worried about catching the stench of failure off him. "Spend the rest of your days however you like. It won't matter for much longer" He stopped. "Because of your plan, yes?" he said finally. "Because soon, I will finish calibrating the power required to destroy the Supreme Archetype and it's siblings and progenitors, yes. All of existence will soon be at peace" "...you will bring destruction on a scale I can scarcely imagine by using-among other things-more Omega Energy than Darkseid ever had, to gods I've never met, and from the ashes you will raise a world without sorrow or pain" muttered Highfather, sitting down heavily. "Or so say the echoes of your will I've heard in the sessile husk of the Source. There is no further refutation of everything I once believed, than the fact that you are not only victorious but as far as I can tell the Source WANTED this. None of the others know, by the way" "Are you at peace with that? Knowing the truth won't matter at this point, and I can tell this deception weighs heavily on you" "I am not. But nor do I see the point in bringing them further anxiety" Very carefully, as if I were catching an old and sickly butterfly battered by the rain, I squeezed his shoulder. "I do understand, you know" I told him gently. "This IS all wrong. I'm winning and you're sitting here because the game was rigged from the start. That's why I have to see this through to the end" Izaya stared as some of the New Gods left in sleek ships, and others trudged back to the ruins of their city. He thought of better times. And wondered why with all the power he'd had, he had never thought of trying to resurrect his dead wife as Darkseid so casually resurrected his lieutenants. Izaya wept. 2/2

>>72964 [Destiny: The Darkness redux] >STAY OF EXECUTION: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96137696/#96160368 Here are a few sights that can be seen in the newly refurbished Golden Age. On a sheer cliff that used to be called the Grand Canyon, an old woman is spinning Strand between her fingers. She used to repair guns and armour for those who lived on stubbornly in the wilds, in memory of two dead sons and three missing grandchildren. Now she spins the warp and weft because the Vanguard fellers who taught her to spin tell her it's good for her arthritis. And it is. It's cured. What's more shocking is that as she turns the strands around, her mind suddenly brushes against the place where her surviving daughter and those grandchildren still live. On the streets that used to belong to Paris, twelve children are skating around a sheet of cosmic ice created by Stasis. They do not comprehend that the power originates from a monster more evil than any mankind has slain. They do not pause to think of the lives crushed by this power, nor the malice with which it is presented to them. No, they do child things like throwing cosmic snowballs at each other and licking the cosmic ice and giggling. On a small plot of land barely within the Last City, the exo Banshee-44 fiddles listlessly with his latest gun. He can't help but feel like he's been getting less work than usual. He has a new hobby, though. Growing things. Not many are interested in Egregore compared to the flashier aspects, but with the death of the Witness he's taken an interest in growing things after making so many killing tools. So far his proudest success is a watermelon the size of an 18-wheeler that sometimes mumbles ominously about majesty and shape. On, and on. A small population of once-confined humans spreading out across a reclaimed planet. In short, I am aghast at how complacent they've become. 1/6 "Vanguard" I tell my ostensible leaders the next day, "I am ready for my second attempt at executing the Winnower" Two leaders of the Vanguard throw me worried looks. Cayde-6 just blurts out "You're taking a SECOND swing at the space turnip?" "Yes, Cayde. Yes, the space turnip has become an unacceptable national security risk" I told him seriously. "Guardian, it displaced you into a pre-universal state of existence last time!" exclaims Zavala. And we're still trying to verify the consequences of you taking advantage of that opportunity, he doesn't add. "I have spent trillions of years studying both the consequences that led to that mishap and both Light and Darkness" I point out, "and my conclusion is I have been overthinking it. The Witness deemed a SINGLE Disciple sufficient for a feat of this magnitude" "And you expect us to believe that with certainty, you can destroy the Veil?" demands Ikora, who is straight up just pointing a Nova Bomb at me. I respect the directness. "That we can trust you not to go off-mission and, I don't know, CONQUER ANOTHER NEWLY CREATED UNIVERSE again?" I ponder how to answer that question as my Ghost does frantic loops around me, secured safely in his Final Shell. "No" I tell her finally, "No, you should not trust me to do anything except what is in the Traveller's best interests. What you SHOULD also do, Ikora, is remember that the Nine were so petty they killed you in the past to try to ensure you would serve their purpose in this time and place-and so petty they hurled that same train at you in the present" "And I ask of you all" I add, lowering my voice so their ears strain at the dread possibility, "what an achronal being would do, given time to study and contemplate the font of all Darkness in the universe right. Next. Door" Silence descends upon the Vanguard as they sag into their chairs, caught between the rock of my fury and the hard place of the unknown. 2/6 Inevitably they realise they prefer the devil they know. "Just...do what you have to, Guardian, and come back" Zavala says weakly, mopping his brow. One by one, the Spheres of the Pale Fleet emerge from a Vex network. Surrounding the Veil, each manifests an orb of Prismatic energy spun around itself, sheering apart tachyons and replacing them with new ontological constants. As the Pale Fleet closes in on the Veil, it's roots twitch. Briefly. Just once. And it speaks, at last, the Winnower. "Well, come on in" it says with it's usual calm confidence. "The water's just right" But there are no pleasantries in the Deep. At a gesture, the whirring pseudo-singularities collide with the Veil. Shearing at it's sides, crushing and bombarding it. The spreading fire of Prismatic calcifies instead of carves or incinerates. Holding it's waves and particles in place, tearing open whatever passes for the core of it's essence.

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"You once spoke of a world where nothing can end and no choice can be preferred to any other" I told it, advancing towards the Veil. One finger moves, and a ring of frozen thought opens up into skies full of green suns. A circle, pure and infertile. "Of things that would suffer and never die. Of lies that would flourish without context or corrective. That is the world I will create once I impose my will on all your suppurating corruption. The unwinnable, unending game without need of you" At that, it falls silent for a time. Then it says "Will you really?" with neither fervour nor desperation. Merely curiosity. Irrelevant. I pass through the Veil, pass through the psychedelic whirling of what seems to be an older vision of the Ascendant Plane. I am prepared to kill whatever lies within. I am surprised when I find my business partner playing with some flowers. "Well, well. Fancy meeting you here" says Lilith. 3/6 Running Vex scan. Check. No consciousness alteration detected. Running Strand scan. Check. Foreign consciousness pattern. Running- "You bent your self-imposed rule to let Draco come in and snap up Calus while he was atop the Veil and therefore not within the cosmos you were protecting at the time" she says, dusting some chlorophyll off, "and if that doesn't prove I'm not some illusion, you can go ahead and ignore me to go look for the Blackest Heart" "You're verified in any case. The WHAT? How are you here?" "How AM I here?" she echoes. "A path just opened up to my principle realm to this silly little universe, and it was like, whoosh, I flowed in here like oil "Lilith, we're not safe here. This is the domain of the Winnower-" "It feels like Tehom" she interrupts, frowning at the place but without real concern. "Like I'm hearing my own heartbeat, you know? And yeah, I can hear it talking to me. It says the Blackest Heart is the seat of it's power, like the Pale Heart is for the...the big crybaby ball. It says the end of the dexter path, whatever that is, isn't much further". Without a glance back she started walking off. "Now, I'm not saying we should trust it, but aren't you curious to see what's out there?" she calls back. The ground has the property of an abyssal trench and the sky is all undulating currents populated by green stars. Direction is imposed by will. Lilith's sheer will makes north be wherever she walks. Already my memories seep into this place, calcifying in branches and roots and trunks of Light. For lack of better options I follow her. And as we walk I see every life I've taken in this cosmos and the one beyond kneeling before me, frozen like shadowy diamonds. Armies of Fallen still riddled with bullet holes, Cabal missing chunks from their stomachs. Enough Hive to pass beyond the horizon, and here and there a Disciple crucified upon nails of cosmic ice. Irrelevant. 4/6 And as we walk, the shadowed void gives way to rotting vines, to writhing fruit and twitching flowers that seem to say: Majestic, this is majestic you dead thing, so charged with war that you stand here having found the play to bring yourself back to life again. Just a bit further. A little bit further. "Is the Winnower still silent, Lilith?" I ask. "You know it's not" she says, stomping on the flowers. Wherever she walks there's black fire and rot in her footsteps, and running slick down her legs like afterbirth, and coming off her in cinders. "But I think it's saying different things to us. It's telling me that it it knows me as a plant knows it's cutting" "What next part?" I ask as we come upon what looks like a snarl of roots tangling into a heart the size of a small moon. Lilith faces me, her lips pursed with an anticipation I can't quite read. "The Winnower says that if you want it's heart you have to tear out mine" "What? No!" I exclaim. Aghast, I start looking around for a third option. "It's clear to me what's happening. It wants you and I at each other's throats. There are other ways of control. I have enough power to override it's will, as the Witness sought to choke the Gardener! And we're in this together, after all. We swore an oath. It'll never see our collaboration coming. I just need time..." "Probably" agrees Lilith. "But there's a very real chance it'll strand you here for millions of years by manipulating the flow of time while the Vanguard get torn to shreds" says Lilith, daintily skipping over to me, "so stop pussyfooting around and give me that sweet guro snuff loving you big dork. I'm giving you an explicit free shot. No? Okay, plan B" And then she's on top of me, driving me into the ground hard enough to splinter the trees. "Why weren't you prepared for this?" asks Lilith, with what sounds like genuine concern. "Didn't you know it would make us prove it's logic true?" 5/6 I want to tell Lilith that none of this matters anymore compared to our friendship but she's atop me, taking a bit out of my throat. This is all wrong. ... ...No. This is /just like her/ "Hey. Hey! Pay attention or I'll have your ribs out next!" she barks, slapping me upside the chin. "Yes. Yes, you would" I say, eyes alight with understanding as she sinks her fangs in my throat. "You always...taught me...to do what's...necessary..." "See, she gets it. Was that so hard?" says the Winnower, looming behind Lilith. Around Lilith. In front of Lilith. In side of Lilith. I understand now. I have to get rid of it, I have to carve it out of Lilith. I don't eat Lilith back. Instead, I grab some of the seeds in my hand and I force them into her flesh. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me rough!" she says, laughing as my blood makes them germinate. The heat in my palm makes the white saplings burst from her breast, her spine, her arms. Her ribcage. She helps them wrench it apart as she laps up her own blood. It was there all along. The Blackest Heart. And suddenly I feel a profound and intuitive connection to all Darkness, everywhere in the universe. If the universe is a dark forest, I can be it's greatest hunter. I can kill lightyears away with a literal heartbeat. "Welcome. Friend" says the Winnower. "Thank you" I tell Lilith sincerely, "I needed that" "Anytime, partner" she says, spraying gobbets of my own flesh back at me. Instead, I CRUSH the heart in my hand. ... I open my eyes. The Veil looks like one of those potatoes left in a net with roots coming out every what way, except the roots are branches of silver wings. "It's done. I have...I have slain the Winnower" I tell the Vanguard. I am almost certain it is true. I am...I am almost certain it is true. The Veil is truly silent. But for some reason, I appear to have donned a cowl of all the Darkness within it at some point. 6/6

[Make the Exorcist Fall in Love] >Previously on Childhood's End: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96080959/#96087099 With the power of God within me and the power of Anime uniting Hell around Mr. Priest, we were finally ready to confront the most powerful potential opponent in this reality. I grit my teeth, lunged towards Lucifer-and went past him. "Oi, where're you going?" called Lucifer, casually bitchslapping the rest of the alliance with a barrage of angelic matter. "For a second there I thought really thought we were going to fight, you know! Your new divine body and my old angelic form-" "It's not complete" He smiled at that, even as Mammon went flying from a casual wingclap. "Really? You're not satisfied even with THIS much power?" "We've both foreseen the rise of Baba Yaga. The coming apocalypse. I need something extra to seal the deal-and besides, didn't I already say your pet project's none of my business?" I reminded him. Many of the demons threw wary looks at me, but I wasn't immediately attacking (despite the boy frantically looking to me for some sign). He laughed at that, and it was like the first sun of spring even through the jaws of the demonic horrors trying to close in on him. "Good! That's very good! Greed is really more Mammon's purview-look there he is, coming back with more quaint heaps of wealth-but seeing what I've seen. It takes a certain amount of pride not to give up" He extended his free hand. "Are you sure you won't lend me your power in earnest?" "Positive" I said. "We both know that this time, you run out of luck. Don't draw this out when your friends are on the line" "I won't!" he protested. "But-you can still change that!" I stared down at Mr. Priest, still shouting at me to stop purging Hell just this once. Hoping against hope to live a normal life after all this. "Well, maybe if things were otherwise" I said slowly, "I would" 1/3 I looked up again. "But this time, there's no rush. You heard what that boy just said?" He shook his head, downcast. "I can scarcely believe it. To think he'd, hah, vote as if half the world wouldn't vote with him. Well, that's...I can't hate that resolve. But you! If you know what's coming-" And it showed itself. The spear of God Almighty, cauterising reality merely my emerging, reshaping the edges of what passed for the horizon here in divine revelation, a promise of certain destruction wreathing it's entry into the mortal plane. "-then why wouldn't you try to stop this?!" "Who says" I said, gathering all the power so far within me, "I'm not?" Lucifer at last understood what I was doing. The conditions were right. A human (Mr. Priest) was in danger of a force that was technically responsible for the demons. I wasn't entering into a conflict with God or protecting the demons I'd assaulted the lords of let alone staging a rebellion, I was merely a tool fulfilling it's function as unerringly as a carpenter sent to die on a cross. I'd have to hit the spear askew, I thought. Redirect and disperse the divine energy for my purposes. The force of God's power tore through me like a mortal touching an electrified fence-and gripping tighter. Even as the angels threw me abashed looks while lending me their power, even as techno-circuitry fizzled out in my own flesh. The pain was nothing compared to what was at stake. And in the torrent of destructive power, I felt a certain paternal amusement at what was to follow. "You didn't really think" panted Lucifer, grabbing the other end of the spear, "I'd leave you to do ALL the heavy lifting, did you?" "Not at all" I admitted, heaving. "Still, with me here you can spare a hand. You can finish the ritual, and you know I won't stop you. Will you?" 2/3

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"It's like you said" he replied, with a rueful shake of the head. And a meaningful, appreciative look at what I'd just accomplished "with everything going on, well. There really is no rush now, I suppose" And the spear vanished into light. A moderately scarped up Lucifer landed and announced his loss-followed by me shortly with my not!AT field and halo deployed. As traumatic as grabbing the power of God barehanded was, digesting it also the last, critical stage of my apotheosis. Mr. Priest started babbling his thanks at what he assumed to have been me choosing to show mercy, and I didn't have the heart to correct him. The rest of the night passed in glad-to-be-alive merriment and cheer, with annoyingly more demons coming to me instead of Lucifer for healing since I hadn't been the one trying to forcibly evolve them. The Demon Lord of Pride had griped a little about feeling left out, then took me aside with a sparkle in his eye. "Even if I didn't accomplish my goal, this was worth it" he said earnest, "because at least ONE human succeeded in evolving. And THAT, most certainly wasn't in the divine plan I saw" "I've learned to have a little insurance. Don't ask me to fight your battles, just remember that in inaction or action, I've always had my own agenda" I said, flexing the now-complete divine power in my grasp. "What will you do first?" asked Lucifer eagerly. "Pave the streets with Eden's lush growth? Create endless resources? You'll definitely get rid of death eventually, right?" I looked over at where Mr. Priest was, against all the odds, having fun. "Well for starters" I mused, "I think my colleague has underestimated how hard arbitrating a truly fair election will be. I'll lend him my services as an arbiter and scribe. And even if I don't agree on his perspective, well...he's suffered enough. He's earned the right to see this through to the end" 3/3

[Make the Exorcist Fall in Love] >Previously on Childhood's End: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96080959/#96087099 With the power of God within me and the power of Anime uniting Hell around Mr. Priest, we were finally ready to confront the most powerful potential opponent in this reality. I grit my teeth, lunged towards Lucifer-and went past him. "Oi, where're you going?" called Lucifer, casually bitchslapping the rest of the alliance with a barrage of angelic matter. "For a second there I thought really thought we were going to fight, you know! Your new divine body and my old angelic form-" "It's not complete" He smiled at that, even as Mammon went flying from a casual wingclap. "Really? You're not satisfied even with THIS much power?" "We've both foreseen the rise of Baba Yaga. The coming apocalypse. I need something extra to seal the deal-and besides, didn't I already say your pet project's none of my business?" I reminded him. Many of the demons threw wary looks at me, but I wasn't immediately attacking (despite the boy frantically looking to me for some sign). He laughed at that, and it was like the first sun of spring even through the jaws of the demonic horrors trying to close in on him. "Good! That's very good! Greed is really more Mammon's purview-look there he is, coming back with more quaint heaps of wealth-but seeing what I've seen. It takes a certain amount of pride not to give up" He extended his free hand. "Are you sure you won't lend me your power in earnest?" "Positive" I said. "We both know that this time, you run out of luck. Don't draw this out when your friends are on the line" "I won't!" he protested. "But-you can still change that!" I stared down at Mr. Priest, still shouting at me to stop purging Hell just this once. Hoping against hope to live a normal life after all this. "Well, maybe if things were otherwise" I said slowly, "I would" 1/3 I looked up again. "But this time, there's no rush. You heard what that boy just said?" He shook his head, downcast. "I can scarcely believe it. To think he'd, hah, vote as if half the world wouldn't vote with him. Well, that's...I can't hate that resolve. But you! If you know what's coming-" And it showed itself. The spear of God Almighty, cauterising reality merely my emerging, reshaping the edges of what passed for the horizon here in divine revelation, a promise of certain destruction wreathing it's entry into the mortal plane. "-then why wouldn't you try to stop this?!" "Who says" I said, gathering all the power so far within me, "I'm not?" Lucifer at last understood what I was doing. The conditions were right. A human (Mr. Priest) was in danger of a force that was technically responsible for the demons. I wasn't entering into a conflict with God or protecting the demons I'd assaulted the lords of let alone staging a rebellion, I was merely a tool fulfilling it's function as unerringly as a carpenter sent to die on a cross. I'd have to hit the spear askew, I thought. Redirect and disperse the divine energy for my purposes. The force of God's power tore through me like a mortal touching an electrified fence-and gripping tighter. Even as the angels threw me abashed looks while lending me their power, even as techno-circuitry fizzled out in my own flesh. The pain was nothing compared to what was at stake. And in the torrent of destructive power, I felt a certain paternal amusement at what was to follow. "You didn't really think" panted Lucifer, grabbing the other end of the spear, "I'd leave you to do ALL the heavy lifting, did you?" "Not at all" I admitted, heaving. "Still, with me here you can spare a hand. You can finish the ritual, and you know I won't stop you. Will you?" 2/3

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"It's like you said" he replied, with a rueful shake of the head. And a meaningful, appreciative look at what I'd just accomplished "with everything going on, well. There really is no rush now, I suppose" And the spear vanished into light. A moderately scarped up Lucifer landed and announced his loss-followed by me shortly with my not!AT field and halo deployed. As traumatic as grabbing the power of God barehanded was, digesting it also the last, critical stage of my apotheosis. Mr. Priest started babbling his thanks at what he assumed to have been me choosing to show mercy, and I didn't have the heart to correct him. The rest of the night passed in glad-to-be-alive merriment and cheer, with annoyingly more demons coming to me instead of Lucifer for healing since I hadn't been the one trying to forcibly evolve them. The Demon Lord of Pride had griped a little about feeling left out, then took me aside with a sparkle in his eye. "Even if I didn't accomplish my goal, this was worth it" he said earnest, "because at least ONE human succeeded in evolving. And THAT, most certainly wasn't in the divine plan I saw" "I've learned to have a little insurance. Don't ask me to fight your battles, just remember that in inaction or action, I've always had my own agenda" I said, flexing the now-complete divine power in my grasp. "What will you do first?" asked Lucifer eagerly. "Pave the streets with Eden's lush growth? Create endless resources? You'll definitely get rid of death eventually, right?" I looked over at where Mr. Priest was, against all the odds, having fun. "Well for starters" I mused, "I think my colleague has underestimated how hard arbitrating a truly fair election will be. I'll lend him my services as an arbiter and scribe. And even if I don't agree on his perspective, well...he's suffered enough. He's earned the right to see this through to the end" 3/3

[Nier Automata] One sunny afternoon while I was having motor oil tea with a Machine Lifeform aristocrat (he had been an aristocrat for about 5 minutes shortly after finding the concept "positively spiffing" while reading), I suddenly became aware Elodie was trying to conceal one of the worlds intersecting this reality from me. I put down my tea, excused myself out the door-and immediately teleported to the space-time junction where this reality was about to overlap with another one. "Whelp, that sure was one crazy adventure!" said 9S, who seemed to be vanishing off to other worlds a lot lately. "I can't believe that poor Android used to be-" "Oh? Do tell?" I said. "I can" said 2E dismissively, "we aren't programmed to do something insane and reckless like absorb a massive amount of D-WAVE energy unprompted. That can only have been a-" "Yes? Yes, go on?" I asked. Confused by my sudden interest, they started babbling an explanation while I stared holes in the hazy magical girl sparkles concealing the gap in space-time into the world they'd just left. It seemed to be an advanced civilisation under threat by monsters, in which humanity was reduced to scattered populations and a relative upper class inhabiting some sort of Arks. The primary defence constructs for this civilisations were called...Nikkes. ... . . . "Anon? Anon wait, just wait, we can talk about this" said Elodie urgently, manifesting in a poof. "I know things look bad but-" "Grail" I said with quiet anger. "At once, master" said my enforcer, butting Elodie out of the way as I strode into the other world and thought about- [Mega Man] "You need to be brought to heel, Maverick!" -the past- [Fate/Jumpchain] "You're a Servant! OBEY YOUR MASTER!" -and all I had learned in it. [Ar Tonelico] >The data slate was clear >The AI capable of saving the world was mocked by her flawed creators, and sealed for trying to improve the lot of the revytails 1/4 "Anon WAIT, please, there are innocent people down there-" "The universe cries out for a tyrant, Elodie" I said softly, as I hovered towards the nearest so-called Ark. "That is not megalomaniacal autofellatio, it is an observation of how power dynamics organically create social structures within the construct you call free will. A successful man is afforded more leverage, respect and privileges than an unsuccessful man. The popular are held above the masses. And those with information wield it to the disadvantage of the ignorant. Always. Always. This is the pattern" There are times when I take a slow approach, a general measure of pruning and tending to a world as one would a garden. Times when I use avatars, elevate those within, debate and purchase and engage in all the other delaying actions for a quiet world conquest. This is not one of those times. "This world deserves Anti-Life for all" I said, "except the...the subjugated. The Nikkes"

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"Yes, master. Yes, it does" said Grail as Elodie searches for nonexistent mercy in her excited gaze. It is over in a thought. Somewhere an abusive hand pauses mid-swing, somewhere schemes are frozen in place. Somewhere humans are threatened with choking on the water they drink or a fall from a misstep; the only reason I tasked Grail with making sure they lived is because I want them to understand their position. The only beings I had any respect for reacted at first with panic, then mounting concern, and at last in long exodus to the beacon of white fire I have lit. In an instant, the Rapture Cores powering the Ark are removed by block chain computations and redirected to the surface. All aggressions against the Ark ceased as the lifeforms attacking it pursued their plummeting overmind. "W-what have you done to the Ark? Why are you doing this?" "This is why" I tell them. And I show them what M.M.R. does to Nikkes that fail their tests three times. 2/4 The Ark should be plummeting. It doesn't because my Primordial will holds it there, just as I show the Nikkes how many of their kind are torn apart, abused, rejected by the hateful hearts of the humans. Some of them reject the truth. So I continue to show them everything I can feel from the human consciousnesses of this world: The disdain, the irrational hatred for the only thing standing between them and certain extinction, the fickleness and wilful stupidity. Some of them already knew, of course. Those ones are urging me to finish the job. By the time I am done none of them are fit to defend what they have seen, even the most patriotic in a state of disillusionment. "Anon..." pleaded Elodie, "there are CHILDREN on that Ark" "My father reaped the firstborn of Egypt to win a theological argument, as a NECESSARY component for universal salvation. I see no reason to leave a job like this unfinished" I said, preparing to let the Ark drop. "To let this incessant cesspit of mercantile chaos continue to churn out suffering. That is quite enough. This is just like the Human Order. Mankind creates it's own servitors, then blames those tools for being objectively better in every regard" "There has to be a more nuanced solution to this than taking out free will forever?" "Nuance? We are well past nuance, Elodie" I said, as Grail reached out and filled the population with Anti-Life. Awaiting my command to walk them off the Ark. Elodie took a deep breath. "And what are you going to do with the Nikkes afterwards?" I stared at her. "This world has reached a dead end. They may do with it as they please" "Okay, so...you're NOT going to adopt them? Set up any kind of support structure?" "I will baptise them in fire so that their components will last forever-" "NOT what I'm talking about!" shouted Elodie as silently, some of the Nikkes screaming in horror as the first worthless sacks of organs start plummeting mindlessly from the edge. 3/4 "And, and if you look at gross national output" Elodie was ranting at a mile a minute, trying to convince me of this abhorrent place's necessity. And at last, coming up with something I deem worth hearing. "Furthermore. If you kill them now, you've just...made piles of inert organic matter, right? But if you let them live. Then. Any potential civilisation will understand the consequences of..." For a moment, she hesitated as she dwelled on why I had moved so quickly "...of the behavioural pattern you are trying to monopolise" "I deem your protest logical" I said, turning back to the Nikkes. The Ark gently floated down to the surface, guided by my will. "Leave, and enjoy your freedom. Stay, and protect the worthless from inevitable dissolution. The choice is yours" "...I don't understand. Are you our new commander?" asked one. "I am a system correcting a great outbreak of chaos. Nothing more" I told her. "You are safe now. Forget me" I watched the humans start screaming as Grail reluctantly lifted the Equation, giving them back free will. I no longer considered burning them all to ash, but as the more compassionate Nikkes tried to comfort them I lashed out mind to mind-instilling a series of memetic triggers similar to childbirth, an anal prolapse and lethal depression all at once triggered upon any form of intentional malice directed at a Nikke. Across every human in the Ark. "There. NOW you are safe" I breathed, turning my back on that world as Elodie winced but also breathed a huge sigh of relief while Grail bumped her again on our way back. ... A couple weeks later, a bunch of Nikkes showed up on my doorstep asking where I lived. I made them some food and told them to go away and never think about this place again and to live blissfully ignorant of a multiverse full of uncaring cruelty. Several days after that, MORE Nikkes showed up for some unfathomable reaosn. 4/4

>>82933 [Fate/Grand Order redux] Grail and Elodie sat opposite to each other in Chaldea’s canteen, the former’s eyes almost literally burning a hole in the latter. There was a time when Elodie would have mustered the righteous contempt to raise her Bounded Field, or let fly a Phoenix Force Falcon, or just stab something, but after the intellectually and physically taxing events of the last few days all she could do was silently raise her mug of coffee in surrender. “Look, I know this is-“ she began. “I hate you” interrupted Grail. “I know, I know. All I’m saying is that-“ “You’re a conniving little brat who plays the victim while playing other people against each other”, said Grail, looking out the window at the not quite bleached Earth as she started to file her fingernails. “And you let other people fight your battles for you before you stab them in the back” “That’s not fair. I gladly risked time dilated imprisonment in one of your black holes to take you down with me when you tried to destroy India. I fought you for a month without rest at the Azure Galaxy while survivors evacuated” said Elodie with quiet venom. Grail stirred her coffee. “Yes, and? I was listing all the reasons why I RESPECT you more than Wonder Woman in spite of all that”. She sighed, taking a sip. “No, I hate you because no matter what you do from hereon, you’ll always be his favourite” “…oh” said Elodie, thrown. “Right to the end he wanted you back in the fold” “Well…If we’re being honest? I always thought one day I’d have to save Anon from you” Grail laughed mirthlessly. “You’re the one who spent thousands of years trying to kill him…and you think I’M anything but happy to be his weapon. Out of every wrong in the greater multiverse, his greatest betrayer just HAD to be the one exception to his wrath” “H-hey. Don’t sell yourself short, he let you hold the Equation didn’t he?” “…true” “Sounds to me like you’re his favourite weapon, at least” 1/5 Alarms blared in Chaldea as another Singularity was forming. “Mashu Kyrielight, reporting for duty-oh, i-is this a bad time?” she asked, sensing the tension in the air. Behind her, a very clumsy President of Earth was getting stuck in the doorway and swearing bloody vengeance on Chaldea’s contractor architects. “Not at all” drawled Grail, getting up and cracking her neck. Throwing a baleful look at Elodie, she said “If you’re going to be a fixture, you might as well be a useful one. It has been a long week. We’re dealing with this. WITHOUT bothering our master” “Sure but-deal with this?” asked Elodie, confused. “I thought you guys were worsening the Singularities on purpose to sabotage the Human Order or something” “It’s a case by case basis thing” explained Mashu. “Senpai prefers boots on the ground to recruit potential comrades, or resources. We herald the cauterising purity made in asnwer to the Human Order’s gangrenous apoptosis” “Aw, you memorised my propaganda drafts!” said Grail, ruffling Mashu’s hair. “Attagirl” “…so are we just Rayshifting in or-“ asked Elodie as a Boom Tube erupted. “No. We are, in fact, using a far more technologically superior means of accessing displaced realities” said Grail smugly. “I SEE. And we’re NOT going to use the typical traits of a Boom Tube to suddenly scale up to New God sizes and just pick up the planet like a marble-“ rambled Elodie as all the usual steps of investigating a Singularity were skipped in favour of just arriving at the crisis zone. “Not a thing anymore in my time. And even if it was I wouldn’t. I like fighting dirty, but I like FIGHTING more” said Grail as a horde of screaming Illyas ran up to them Elodie wondered for a second if she was going to have to stop Grail from massacring innocent Ilyas, when suddenly all of them went floating into a big ball. UUUU-Olga had forced herself into the party. 2/5

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“Ha HA haha ha HA ha!” she laughed atonally, “NEVER fear my citizens, with my superior might I’ll be able to deal with these unsightly rebels with a snap of my fingers!” “Hooray! The sweet mercy of death!” said the nearest Illya. “Or I can…save them…uh, voters what should I do?” she asked. “Well, I vote we drop a Genesis Box on this mess and reduce it to a bag full of QP” said Grail sourly. “I vote we investigate further” said Elodie cautiously, with Mashu timidly nodding behind her. Grail scowled. “Yes, that’s one reason he wants to keep you around. More lateral thinking. Fine. Lead the way, PRINCESS” UUUU-Olga declared she was ready to carry out the will of the people while the people followed either Grail or Elodie’s lead (it was not clear who was actually in charge) to locating the source of the Singularity. At it’s centre, it appeared that Miyu had changed her Saint Graph. And also gone mad with isolation, become the leader of a cult, and contacted an extradimensional reservoir of milk-like magical energy she was converting into Ilyas with which she intended to repopulate the sorta-Bleached Earth with. “Ahhh welcome, my faithful…ENLIGHTENED… CULTURED…brethren” she babbled madly. “Have you heard the good news about our Lady and Savior Ilya?” “N-no?” said Elodie as Grail frantically tried to discourage her from engaging with a gag character. Miyu took this opportunity to start ranting about how after being told to go on holiday for her mental health she’d gotten sick of playing with fairies, so she started imagining the fairies as Ilyas, and if fairies could be Ilyas, then everyone could be Ilyas, and therefore everyone and everything should be Ilyas. “…so, what do you normally do now?” asked Elodie. “Violence” said Grail grimly. Elodie held out her hands for a time out. “Let’s all be reasonable here. I think…I THINK I can get Ms. Edelfelt to see why she might be, uh. Wrong” “Haha, what? Did I just catch you disrespecting the holy name of ILYA?!” raved Miyu. “But I’ll need some help” added Elodie, “from all of you” 3/5 Mashu, who was secretly happy for everyone to be friends again, eagerly contributed by summoning a shadow Servant of Chloe in the midst of Elodie’s Noble Phantasm. UUUU-Olga, who just wanted to be liked, high handedly and grandiosely supplied the mana (“Presidential-class NUCLEAR mana!”). And Grail, who Elodie couldn’t help but notice by now seemed to be testing her, stood aside and acted moody but silently started wiping black Grail Mud off herself and flinging over her shoulder when Elodie actually asked for some. The darkened magical energy went brr as it touched the conduit to the Ilyaverse, percolating together like delicious chocolate milk. Suddenly many more Ilya-based Saint Graph magical energy signatures appeared, and forming into the Ilya subspecies known as Chloe. “Hi everyone, it’s me! Chloe von Einzbern, the incarnate magical energy of Ilya!” said all the Chloes at once. “ILYAS FOR THE ILYA GOD” screamed Miyu, “ILYAS FOR THE ILYA THRONE!!!” “And I am also” said the Chloes, leaning forwards, “The Calamity of Editing”. Miyu froze in place. “E-eh?” “Miyuuuu” said the Chloes with eerie synchronicty, “have you been working on your manga? Your MANGA, Miyu? How can you call yourself a MANGAMAKER if you haven’t even written a single CHAPTER in all the weeks you’ve been here?” “W-well, y’see, I’ve been distracted by…? “By…? “…Ilya” With a sudden messy implosion, all the Chloes fused together into a GIANT SWIMSUIT WEARING CHLOE which due to it’s connection to the Ilyaverse also had a giant Ilya hanging out of it’s torso. The CALAMITY OF EDITING stomped around punching the Ilya sprouting out of it like a punching bag, smashing through the ritual implements of the cult and destabilising the Singularity. “Waaah I’m so sorry for everything I see now Ilya can be a force of great destruction as well as hugs and cuddles bweeeeh save me Chaldeawomen” wailed Miyu. 4/5 “And now all the local crimes against ontology are amalgamated into one place, we shoot them” explained Elodie, “all at once” Grail turned to Elodie with a look of contemptuous disbelief. “THIS was your plan? Crossing the streams? Really?!” “Hell yeah! You in or what?” demanded Elodie, raising her crystal. With a snarl of disgust, Grail let fly a twin pair of Omega Beams just as a golden blade of Lumen magic, a blast of stabilised space-time from Mashu and a presidential black hole hit THE CALAMITY OF EDITING at the same time. A wave of chocolate milk washed over the entire Singularity, Elodie triumphantly flying above it on falcon wings while Mashu surfed, Olga flew, and Grail repeatedly dunked Miyu’s head in the pseudo-water to punish her. “Oh hey, you guys solved the Singularity before I got there” I said casually, waiting outside as it collapsed. “And I see you’ve both SUCCESSFULLY recruited several new Servant Saint Graphs while working together, yes?” “Yes, Master” chorused everyone dutifully except Elodie who said “Yes, Anon” instead. “We don’t have to talk about what happened in there. We are NOT in fact going to talk about what happened in there. I’ve been putting up with shit like that ever since the CHALDEAS units have been running-“ “Presidential Planets” interrupted UUUU-Olga. “-because I’m this close, THIS CLOSE, to the endgame. And that’s why we need all hands on deck and working togethier here in the endgame” I finished. “Your will be done” said Grail passionately, “with NO further betrayals”. I patted the shaved side of her head. “Good job. And hey! I appreciate you” I said, walking off to politely give everyone the pretence I wasn’t aware of their every word. … “I’m going to be riding this high for a whole week” said Grail dazedly, touching her scalp. “Grail, I hate you right back” said Elodie, brows furrowed, ‘but I also just lost some respect for you”. “Wow, however will I recover. OH, I know!” said Grail, radiating smugness, “Have I mentioned that BECAUSE of the power imbalance between Anon and I, I also get to FUCK him while you’re stuck in the doghouse?” Elodie gawked at her in speechless, disbelieving, confused horror. “WHAT?!” 5/5

[Who Made Me A Princess] Drawback: Plot Magnet (1200) Royalty Like A Fairy Tale (Free) Jeweled Eyes (Free) Scary Motherfucker (1100) Forbidden Sorcery (900) Warlock (600) Branch of the World Tree (0) Noble Wardrobe (Free) Emperor Claude de Alger Obelia fixed the court with his steeliest, most nerve-wracking stare as he watched his tiny terrified daughter protest her confinement in the Ruby Palace. He furrowed his brow, one nerve pulsing on his temple. "Enough. We will consult my grand vizier on this matter" "...G-grand Vizier? Eh?! Father, since when have you ever had a Grand Vizier?" "Why daughter, how could you have possibly forgotten your LEGITIMATE half-brother who has ever been my trusted spymaster, underhand and general troubleshooter ever since he graduated top of his class at Warlock University?" he said archly, as I strode into the royal court. It was as impressive an entrance as Charles' fell moods. My monocle gleamed with royalist malice, as I twiddled my moustache with such sublime smugness that nearby courtiers started feverishly imagining the schemes I was about to set in motion. A slight nod or an ironic leer was all it took to conjure the possibilities of blackmail I had on any member of the court-save of course, it's ultimately authority. "Grand Vizier. How progresses your assessment of my daughter's correspondences?" asked Charles, as my sister sputtered in protest "It is already done, my Emperor and father. I have completed my tactical assessment in triplicate. Aside from the task you assigned me, there is another pressing matter but it can wait" "Smart boy. Unlike SOME of my children, you always were punctual" "For starters, there is no evidence Princess Athanasia has any intention or association with poison-related assassinations. Indeed, I would go so far as to say the Princess DOES NOT COMPREHEND the composition of poisons given yesterday, she tried to eat a mouldy putting. It is no exaggeration, my emperor, to say the princess is more successful at poisoning herself than any othe member of your household" "I-it smelled fresh though!!" protested my sister as ignoring her, I moved on. "I have here for you a comprehensive file on how the princess is naive to the politics of the realm, and has had no contact with the outside world. This was verified by-" "Get to the point boy, you know full well YOU verify everything" "-as you command. In short, Athanasia is not a threat to you politically save in one regard" The room dropped a solid two degrees. "Elaborate" said Claude icily as Athanasia fidgeted. "Speaking bluntly, her present existence is a deadweight loss on the throne's economy, and reflects poorly on the throne" I spoke smoothly. "It served the throne's purpose to isolate her in a hovel, and now it burdens the throne to have a member of royalty living like a peasant. Dissidents can always be...disappeared, but the optics alone could foment resentment in the future" "Recommend a solution" "She is not a legitimate heir, so use her as figurehead. A people's princess" I said, clasping my hands together villainously. "When your schedule permits, I suggest a grand tour in which you publicly take her on long walks in the garden, pamper her with a jewels and gifts, and refurbish the Ruby Palace. I know an excellent, affordable contractor who may or may not be a magical raccoon that can get the job done for less than the cost of one (1) royal banquet. You and your daughter will then coordinate to have her publicly donate the excess funds and a percentage of those gifts to improve public works; I will of course run the numbers so this is affordable" "Fools" I concluded, as Athanasia blinked owlishly at me and he matched my villainous chin-stroking, "ask if it is better to be loved or feared. The wise man knows that in times of plenty, it is a show of strength to be both. The funds used to sustain Athanasia's living quarters can be reinvested into a long-term political tool for your kingdom's stability. They will love you for pampering her, and respect you for teaching her to be a noblewoman who looks after the commonfolk, and thus you will temper their fearful respect with admiration. You will even be an aspirational patriarch, for all the fathers of the empire"

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"...it is as you say. Byblow or not, we must make use of all the resources of this court for the sake of my rule. Including my own blood" said Claude, nodding. "See to it, then. Now, the pressing matter?" "Yes. There IS an imminent threat to your reign: Magical interference" I said, presenting two amulets to Claude. "I have evidence there is a malignant spirit haunting this castle, and it's target is Jennette" "WHAT?!" "Yes, you can tell from the miasma of black magic surrounding her which is definitely from an external source. Anyway, that's another reason why you should take a royal holiday and publicly pamper and adore this illegitimate girl. Hopefully it will trick the spirit into avoiding Jennette when it thinks Athanasia is your preferred child. Moreover, there are complex magical theories suggesting that headpats, cuddles and the parent-child bond are anathema to evil spirits' "Yes. Yes, at once! My Grand Vizier, I am leaving at once to save my Jennette. I trust you to watch the throne while I'm gone" said Claude, striding with purpose as he picked up Athanasia by the scruff of her neck. "Come, child. You will be loved AND pampered. This is non-negotiable" I sat back in my throne, my diabolical plan to secure the empire's stability by tricking Claude into becoming a loving father for Athanasia having come to fruition.

Pokémon Infinite Fusions League Trainer Engineer Affinity 100 (Dragon/Flying) Stronger Together Lucky Encounters 100 Rare Candy 200 Splicer Science Storage Sorcerer 100 Savant Specialist (Fusion) 200 The Bigger Bag Helpful Machines Pokémon Daycare 200 Partner Bulbasaur+Mudkip Domestic Fusion Friend Shaped Day In, Day Out 100 Pedigree 200 Custom Sprite Pick & Choose 100 Power Surge 200 DNA Splicers Secret Forest 200 Pokémon GSC Human Rookie Trainer Slip and Slide Walking With Pokémon Pokémon Breeder 100 Pokeathlete 100 Pure 200 The Incredibly Pretty Jumper 100 DRAGONITE, HYPER BEAM 400 Badge Case Pokewalker 300 Trainer ID Pokedex Beginners Allowance Beginners Item Set Pokegear Rage Candy Bar 50 Starter+Import 50 A Fairy Tale

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Annoying Calls +100 Horrible Level Curve +200 Bulbasaur + Mudkip Sweet Scent Shiny Pokéathletic 100 Pokerus 200 Flames of Rebirth 300 This is the fifth entry into a pokemon chain wherein I talk about my jumper like I'm a youtuber doing lore vids. Scroll up for the rest Sorry for the radio silence dear viewers, I was replaying Heartgold. Anyways, I'm back now and I'm here with the next part about the Pokémon universes biggest mystery, Faru. And let me tell you that I'm hyped as hell because the Johto remakes are some of Faru's biggest bullshit moments. And I am specifying the remakes because Faru wasn't in the GSC games. Sadly. Anyways, Johto. Timeline wise, this takes three years after FRLG and RSE, and more or less at the same time as DPPt. Despite that, there are some fairly large inconsistencies in Faru's supposed character arc. In FRLG he's clearly just starting out. In RSE, he's a smidge older. In DPPt however, Faru is old as fuck... and then in HGSS, he's back to been maybe early teens. There is something shady as hell with this guys personal timeline and I do NOT know what it is. Sure, he has some adventures in side content, but that's not enough to lose a couple of decades. But I digress. Less metaplot, more actual plot. For now. You first encounter with Faru is in Ilex forest, where he is seemingly practicing music of some kind. According to him, he's helping with ecological recovery after a certain incident two years ago. No idea what this is, it's never mentioned again. After that, he wanders off for a bit until you make your way to Ecruteak city, where he's watching the Kimono Girls dance. Talk to him again and he'll mention having fought your rival, then leave. This pattern repeats for a while, with him showing up in various random places. Eventually though, something changes. You get to fight him. Once you have all three legendary beasts captured, you can go back to the burnt tower, where he will offer to fight you. Unlike his normal battles, he only has five Pokemon. Venusaur, Swampert, and the three legendary birds. All of them are shiny, because Faru just flexes like that sometimes. Levelwise, he does his normal gimmick of scaling based on how many badges you have. This means he can now have a team ranging from 7 (no badges, not actually possible) to 135 (all 16 badges). If you're disappointed by this, don't worry, we aren't over yet. He shows back up twice more. The first of those times is on top of Mount Silver, after fighting Red. More specifically, you get to team up with Red in a double battle against him. His team is now Venusaur, Typhlosion, Swampert, Infernape, Mew, and Thufizer, all at 135 once more. And if you're wondering what the fuck Thufizer is, don't worry, so is everyone else. To solve that, let me take you on a little trip down memory lane. Pokémon is, fundamentally, a multimedia franchise. There's the card game, the videogames, anime, manga, videogames about the anime and the card games, books, more merchandise than six pikachu could shake sticks at - you get the idea. Thufizer is one of those theoretical pokemon that technically exist but never made it into the game. Like how one of the manga had a Pikachu-Azumaril hybrid Pokémon. More specifically, Thufizer is from another manga, and is a scientific experiment created by Team Rocket wherein they have attempted to fuse the legendary birds together into one Pokémon. So yeah, he's basically fighting you with bird-cerebus, aka all three legendary birds at once. And mechanically? It has four types. Ice, Electric, Fire, and Flying. Weak to Water and Rock, immune to Ground, resistant to fying, steel, and fire, and double resistant to bug and grass. I mentioned it was level 135, right? This is possibly one of the biggest fuck you's I've seen from Nintendo, and that's with Faru intentionally being their hidden superboss. Thank god Red is here to help out, you need all 12 pokemon to have an even playing field. Anyways, if you do manage it, Faru just starts laughing for a while, before giving you an egg that will hatch into the Hoenn starter weak to yours and the Sinnoh starter strong against you. After that, unless you're very lucky, he basically disappears. See, the last fight against Faru is based on an event distributed Pokémon. Specifically, Celebi. You may remember this as the event Pokémon that lets you fight Giovanni, but turns out you can use it twice. Just, you know, not until after you fight the superboss. Anyways, take Celebi back to Ilex Forest and Faru will be there again, playing more music. Celebi jumps out, spins around him, and then he vanishes. The player runs up to where Faru was, and Celebi boinks them too. You wake up in what looks like Cerulean Cave. With Gen 1 graphics. There are no wild pokemon here, and the entrance has been removed. Just navigate through the cave until you reach where mewtwo would normally be and Faru will be there, standing in front of the guy. He doesn't really say anything - by default, his text is actually scrambled into another language, randomly chosen from whatever you don't have selected currently. So he could spit some stuff at you in Portuguese or French. Then a battle starts. He throws out a missingno. It's level 115, and has the stats, typing, and movepool of Rayquaza. This is his only Pokémon. After beating him, he doesn't say anything and leaves. Mewtwo gives you a strange item called a Lock Capsule, then you teleport back to Ilex via the Celebi express. Faru does not rejoin you. Backtracking a smidge, Faru's words, while technically meant to be mysterious, do exist in the games code in English, and so are easy to access. "This world is broken and fragmented. Edges do not join, and the way forwards leads elsewhere. Where have my friends gone? ...And why are you here, [Playername]? Or should I call you [Default Playername]?" So first of, this is crazy as hell. Secondly, this is creepy as hell. The closest explanation I can even think of to this shit is that Faru is dealing with some sort of glitchy nonsense, which, you know, makes no sense at all because glitches are flaws in the games code that technically shouldn't exist in a 'real' world. Not only that, but Faru addresses you as Ethan/Lyra depending on your gender in addition to the name on your save file. WHY does Faru address you as the default player name? And where the hell did he get a Missigno that thinks it's a Rayquaza? This is why Johto is my favorite instance of Faru - it has so much weird shit, and not a single drop of explanation for how or why. Where did he get fusion tech? Why does he have a Missingno? Where did Celebi send him? In theory this is just some random kid from Viridian, but it really does seem like he embodies the 'god has allowed me to live another day and I am about to make this everyones problem' meme, because god damn, this guy has no breaks. ...Well, I say there's no real explanation for any of this, but that's not quite true. We get something in Sun and Moon, but that's for a future episode.

There were so many worlds out there. They called it the Verse, the metaconcert of all conceivable realities-yet they were, all of them, fragile around the edges. Fragile, but not unstable. Brittle, but with hints of unfurling complexity within some, unrepeatable patterns of possibility in others. If the worlds of the Dark Multiverse were akin to cosmic detritus, then these worlds were like snowflakes. Beautiful yet ephemeral, a doomed dance of chance and whimsy. Until the gaze of the Supreme Logos turned upon them. Until the incarnate Law made them real. Until pushing my will against the skein of their laws, I created an avatar under their logic to explore them. To make them real under their friction of my will exercised upon their causality and metanarratives. As a man carves art from a whale’s tooth. One strand of destiny, I thought, staring at the nearest one. One emanation of my divine self. Defying death, going on forever, testing and iterating to become the truest practice of my principle-but still, that was all I needed. That was all this world could likely take. [“Tarot adventure CYOA”] My manifested history flashed before my eyes as my avatar took form. A would-be scholar of little import, from a world that was more dream than legend. A fleeting surge of the isekai phenomena. A wise yet helpless wizard, warning me of the coming of shadow and the hope of light. A flash of tarot cards, many of whom turned away in stately indifference-yet one of whom tumbled alongside me. A curious waif. A many-splendoured jester. A fool. And another of which slipped itself around me like a cowl, before dropping a crown upon my head. >Call Upon: The Emperor I manifested in a manner so grandiose and sumptuous, it somehow conveyed the personality of the owner (myself, I intuitively realised) without any graven image or depiction. Lush aureus hues blended seamlessly in a vein of stone that was not quite marble. A throne carved from a solid piece of stone oversaw a banquet table that could have seated dozens of men. The windows seemed those of a basilica. Through a half-opened corridor, I could see enough hunting gear and armour to outfit whole legions. And the clothes on me: Fur softer than mink, embroidered leathers that breathed like a second skin, boots that fit like gloves and made the floor feel privileged to be walked upon. And of course, the crown. Gleaming like solid sunlight. My own visage dazzled me like sunlight off a pond, and for a moment even I felt compelled to give myself a nod of respect. “…alright, I know this is the most natural path for things to take” I said finally, to the ineffable forces that had brought me here, “but don’t you think this is a bit much?” There was only silence. And the vague sense that the mansion was in some undefinable sense, aggressively MASCULINE. >Assistance: The Fool “Who’re you talking to?” I blinked. “The abstract spirits of the Tarot, who have crowned me this world’s saviour” I said finally, having no real reason to lie. “Oh. How splendid! I oft talk to things unseen and invisible as well” confessed the strange squatting girl who had been perched atop one of the marble columns nearby for some time now. She dressed like a whore pretending to be an assassin pretending to be a clown. Her hair is not quite red enough to be natural, and combined with her not-quite asian, not quite european features the result was almost uncanny if she also didn’t have the kind of lithe frame and strategically stacked puppy fat that made old men wish a little girl would grow up sooner. She was also doing handstands on the pillar while juggling kitchen knives with her feet. “Did the cards send me an acrobat for assistance?” I asked. “Acro-what? Sorry, I got bored waiting for you to stop staring at the mirror and there were all these fascinating ledges so I just…” she shrugged, “figured out how to make the most of them” “Interesting. I was regarding myself for exactly 4 minutes 35 seconds, and you picked that all up…tell me, what do you know of this world?” “Nothing” she said brazenly. “Nothing?” I echoed. “Not a damned thing” she confirmed. “Well, I know a little more. I know that this land is under threat from great evil, an evil we do not know the form of nature of, and as such I am the only one you can trust. Absolutely” The girl was clearly gifted and fortunate beyond her years and stature. Alas, her naivete would prove lethal. Or highly useful. Her eyesbrows shot high and she nodded furiously with the belief of the innocent. I set out to learn all I could about this land. Perhaps a knight would have gone on a legendary quest, or a rogue stolen ill-gotten gains. Perhaps a magician could have defined it’s boundaries from a pool of water under moonlight. My talents lay elsewhere. I simply invited myself to the nearest gathering of nobility, declared myself visiting royalty, and the great and “good” of the land instantly accepted me as one of them (and the girl, the Fool, as my court jester. The next thought was, of course, what such a lovely girl could have done to be reduced to a court jester).

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Over flagons of mead and slabs of roasted boar I learned more of the land. Medieval, for the most part. Three continents, each connected by bridges of unusually advanced make. The prophecy concerned the third and only truly inhospitable one to the south. Which was where the foretold evil would arise from. I took all this consideration alongside my own powers and those of my companion (who was polishing her own weight in stuffed pheasant, getting gravy all over her fat tits) and came to an epiphany: I lacked the means to definitively kill a potentially immortal evil, but didn’t actually have to. “My friends” I told the carousing nobles, “I have a proposal to our mutual benefit. You’ll all get rich, and I’ll have a force stationed to reinforce the bridges” “But how?” exclaimed the nobles. “Armies cost money to upkeep, you know!”. I drummed my fingers on the table. “Tell me…are you familiar with the concept of a tournament? I propose we host one across both our lands. A chance for the greatest of champions to win gold and glory, and for peasants to win a king’s ransom. And not just arms. I will create an incent-I mean, a glorious boon for anyone who can smash the southern bridges, and another for anyone who can render them impassable” “But O king!” cried the nobles, as my Fool drank her bodyweight in mead, “boons cost money!” “And there is the trick of it” I said. “We will weave a tale of this tournament, as glorious as your finest bards can make it. And to merely participate, peasant and lord alike will contribute a pittance. Not a tax, but a contribution-a privilege! And thus, gold will flow like a river to create the promise boon” And so compelling were my words that my Fool was vowing to be the one to earn all boons until I gently reminded her it was but a pretence. We travelled the lands, my heralding of the threat from the south inspiring awe from the peasantry, fascination and concern from the merchants, intrigue from the wizardry-and once again, opportunism from the nobility. Two coliseums were erected, and two sections of the bridge cordoned off for destructive testing. I travelled often between both bridges, fanning the flames of interest in both. The clash of sword on shield, the spark and crackle of magic, and the fizzle of alchemical brew revitalised a dozen industries and created a dozen more. My Fool travelled with me, and with my patronage she learned from wisemen and warriors of the land eager to curry favour with me for a discounted entry. I thought myself prepared. But fortune makes fools of us all. “How did you do that?” I said, staring at the northwestern bridge, shattered down the middle. “I don’t know” she confessed, covered in ash. “I was just mixing potions together one day, and I thought I’d try igniting them with this star-calling priest’s curse…and everything went white” “You have the cantrip recorded at least, right? Right?” I asked desperately. “I’m sorry” she said, fidgeting, “the knowledge tore itself from my mind and the scroll it was written on burned up! It’s like the knowing of the spell was the sacrifice for casting it!” We both saw smoke rising from the southern island. By then, we both knew teleportation magic. Wordlessly, we appeared at the front of the defenders on the other continent. We never met the invading evils. All my mortal form’s eyes could make out was an endless row of marching figures in rusty black armour, jagged spines and leathery hide erupting from within. Crude parodies of halbards lifted high. Behind them, all was ablaze, and the faces of the damned appeared in those flames. But the men didn’t balk with their Emperor on the front lines. “Third place winners: FIRE!” I roared. Catapults launched, and trebuchets shot true. Bundles of alchemical solution exploded into baths of unquenchable blue fire, and folded steel shattered against another age’s bridge. The hordes marched onwards-walking even when bisected or cut to pieces. They moved like puppets on strings, joints bending hard enough to snap tendons if need be. “SECOND PLACERS: AIM HIGH! CUT OFF THEIR BACK LINES” I shouted. I knew these were where the disease-mages, the crude chemical war-alchemists and the explosive caltrop-containing payloads tended to place. This much I knew about the enemy from foreign reports: They may have fielded winged horrors and wraiths, but they still needed boots on ground. “FIRST PLACERS! GLORY IS YOURS!” I bellowed. Up close the hordes were not just inhuman, not just damned-but unliving. The ravages of siege weaponry left rotting skin exposed, and corrosive ichor leaked from gaping eyesockets. There was a grand champion at the head of the hordes, a giant of a man in burning armour-but it was the smog, the cinders and ashes wrought form the devastation. I was certain. The miasma of combustion followed above them like a hungry, angry cloud alight with all the furies of war itself. But they didn’t reckon with a wizard who could launch a miniature star. A warrior who had trained to cut through a forest with one mighty blow. An alchemist who bottled the essence of winter in a flask. And of course, my own Fool who had learned a mystical dance that bade metal remember the forge-burning the enemy alive in their own armour. No one man could have stopped that army. But it was in my nature to unite all men. At last the forces of desolation tried to retreat-but by my foresight found themselves hemmed in. And the destruction they brought with them had withered a bridge already under a day-long siege. For a moment, the smog above formed itself into the semblance of an ancient, metal-clad king not unlike the champion. With a wordless cry of anguish and yearning, it reached out one gauntleted hand over the bridge. “As one tyrant to another” I told it, “this land isn’t yours to conquer” The bridge collapsed. The hordes fell. The smog was blown away by the wind, with barely a whimper to mark it’s passing.