randomwriter
Your shit is wrecked
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Post by randomwriter on Aug 2, 2020 12:34:21 GMT
>Gil, roll a seduce. It might be crazy enough to buy time.
>Hal, block the door.
>Jones, magic vision!
>Founder Alpha, you didn't make it to several centuries old just to be gimped by some dude with starry eyes. Back of the party.
>Rick, tell Acolyte about your "dream" with TB and Truth.
>Acolyte, tell him it ain't a dream, fam.
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Post by tailortf on Aug 4, 2020 3:52:04 GMT
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Acolyte: Woah. That is…pretty severe. I don’t remember *that* from the book. Gil: Right? That’s got to hurt your eyes after a while. Rick: Hey, Jones! Get up here and check this guy out! I want to see what he looks like in your magic vision stuff. Jones: Yeah, just give me a minute, man. I gotta sort Hal out somehow, he’s blocking the way down and it’s a real fire hazard. God of Logic: Project Manager Alpha! Please approach/draw closer to/come toward the [Phenomenon] you are all currently observing! I require closer inspection to fully ascertain the [Situation]. Founder Alpha: Yeah, yeah, let’s do it. Scientific curiosity and all that jazz. Sister Embers: Not so fast. This particular situation seems to be outside the bounds of Numeralia. We are the ones who should be examining this. Acolyte, thief, come. Founder Alpha: Really, Sister Embers? I hope you realize I *am* a divine representative here. I’ve literally got my freakin’ god in the palm of my hand right now! Rick: Yeah, and we’re representatives too! Maybe the Church should be dealing with this instead! Founder Alpha: Yeah, that’s…that’s cute. Point is, I’m in charge if we’re talking divine authority. Sister Embers: Correct. I am also a divine representative. And, according to the cult of Argaleth’s religious texts, my Lord’s authority is greater than the one of anyone in this room. God of Logic: Technically, that has not been confirmed/denied/established. Sister Embers: Naturally. Thus, it is only reasonable to assume that I am correct as I have more information about Lord Argaleth than you do. Gil: She *does* have you there. You said you had no clue who Argaleth was. Who’s to say he *isn’t* your boss? God of Logic: …very well. You are cleared to examine the [Phenomenon]. Sister Embers: Yes, I am.
>Embers: Demand an explanation.
Sister Embers: Greetings. I am Sister Embers, of the cult of our most exalted Lord Argaleth. Please identify yourself also. Sister Embers: We have come in search of information about our Lord. What is your reason for visiting Numeralia? Acolyte: Psst! Sister Embers! Say the thing! Sister Embers: What? Oh, yes. Sister Embers: We mean you no harm. If you are open to negotiation, we will not attack. The cult of Argaleth is primarily a peaceful organization. Gil: Nice. Did you guys workshop that one together? Acolyte: Yeah! I’m hoping it’ll reduce the amount of fights we run into. Sister Embers: Yes, quite.
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Sister Embers: …er? Sister Embers: I have said what I was going to say. If you would like, you can now respond. Sister Embers: Was everything I said clear? I could repeat if you did not understand something.
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Sister Embers: Hello? Please respond. Sister Embers: Please respond. I am attempting to speak to you. Gil: Real nice. That’s some professional negotiation right there. Go team. Sister Embers: I feel it is fair to say I am doing my best given the circumstances, thief. Sister Embers: Hello. Please- can you even hear me?
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Sister Embers: Ah. Well, I suppose that is my answer.
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Gil: Damn, Embers, didn’t even flinch or anything? Rick: Right? I hate to admit it, but that *is* impressive. Sister Embers: There is nothing "impressive" about it. Any good warrior should learn to assess threats logically rather than react with emotion. I learned this long ago. Rick: Hmm. I should write that down. Jones, do you know where my notepad is? I can’t find it. Jones: Huh? Uh, I think we left it at home. Rick: Aw, man, are you sure? Maybe we could check our bags. God of Logic: Wait, this [Host] is responsive? God of Logic: But that would mean…
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God of Logic: Oh/God/no.
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???: OHHHHHHHHH YES!!!
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???: AHAHAHAHA
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???: Greetings, lower complexity lifeforms! I am here to- ???: Whoops! That shouldn’t go around that way! ???: Guess I’ve forgotten how frail these flesh shells are, haha. ???: One moment!
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???: There we are, all better! Now then! ???: Sorry for upstaging you, Logic old chum, but I just *had* to get a look at these new friends of ours up close! ???: Hello there! Are you the current leader for this batch? You definitely look the type! God of Joy: Name’s the God of Joy! I know you haven’t heard of me, but that’s okay! I’m sure we’ll get to know each other real well in the future! God of Joy: Super glad to meet you!
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Aug 4, 2020 4:39:01 GMT
> Acolyte: Accept the handshake and be cordial.
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> Acolyte: Introduce the party.
> Hey, Logic. I know you can hear me. Why is the God of *Joy* our enemy?
> Embers: State yourself to be the leader, and demand to be unhanded at once.
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Post by Joy Is Come! on Aug 4, 2020 5:58:30 GMT
<- *giggles* (It is back on page 32.)
Acolyte: Isn't this that annoying paper kid from Stonekey?
Gil: What exactly, is Joyful about drawing stars in your own blood, and then dying from malnutrition?
Embers: Continue enquiries about Lord Argaleth. The God of Joy is not who you want to find, and is likely just being a disruptive distraction.
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ten11
Gadabout Pipsqueak
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Post by ten11 on Aug 4, 2020 11:35:11 GMT
>Acolyte: hey isn't this the same kid who tripped you way back in Stonekey? And now he's possessed. And is also seemingly possessing other people at the same time. Maybe it'd be best to watch out for any tricks here. >hey Joy, how's it going?
>Embers: Maybe this god will know something about Argaleth? and also be willing to tell you it? worth asking in any case.
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Post by tailortf on Aug 18, 2020 14:04:04 GMT
>Acolyte: Be cordial.
God of Logic: [Project Manager]! Declare/proclaim/inform the project of a Code Black emergency immediately! [Subvariant] 2.53! Founder Alpha: What, “Hostile foreign incursion”? That seems a bit excessive. It’s just a little guy. Acolyte: Uh, hello, nice to meet you? Though I think I’ve seen you around before somewhere. Didn’t we talk back in Stonekey? God of Joy: Ah, yes! You have spoken to my most gracious host before, but not to me! That is a crucial difference, you see! God of Joy: I am simply vibrating with joy to meet you all! Acolyte: Likewise, I suppose! God of Logic: Cease your politeness! He is an extremely dangerous/volatile/caustic [Element] and should not be here! Acolyte: I’m sorry, it’s just what I was taught! I can’t help being polite. God of Logic: Joy! As you have been previously informed, you are no longer welcome in this particular branch of the [Multiverse]! Return to the void at once! God of Joy: Oh, Logic, already trying to push the rules on me? I just now got released! Surely you can’t blame me for having a little bit of fun with our new friends! God of Logic: That is it! If you do not leave immediately, I am calling [L-
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God of Joy: Boop! Founder Alpha: Hey! What the hell?! God of Joy: There we go! Now we will not be further interrupted while we get to know each other! Founder Alpha: But...that was...pure titanium. You could...drop a building on it and it would be fine. God of Joy: Neat! Now it's a pile of broken stuff! Maybe if you make a new one, we can test that building thing later on! Founder Alpha: Okay, well. I'm just gonna...go ahead and go declare that emergency now. God of Joy: Hey, that's great! A big ol' welcome wagon, just how I like it! I'll be looking forward to it!
>Embers: Continue enquiries.
Sister Embers: Ahem. Yes, good day to…you. Whoever you are. Sister Embers: As my acolyte should have informed you, I am in fact the leader of our group. God of Joy: Sure, if you say so! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Sister Embers! Sister Embers: Yes, yes, very good. Please tell your…associate to release me. God of Joy: Naturally! Though there are no associates here! That’s just little old me again, in yet another happy host! Hello! Sister Embers: Ah, hello. This may be somewhat of a long shot, but I suppose I should ask. We are members of the cult of Lord Argaleth, as I have said. Do you have any information on- God of Joy: Now, now, this is all work talk! Let’s not get carried away here! We haven't gotten introductions out of the way yet! God of Joy: Oh, and what’s this?! I see we have a new one of you guys as well! Well that's great, I fully support you guys as a concept! Gotta look out for the little guy and all that, haha. A lot snarkier than the old one, but also a lot younger as well, so that’s good! How are you holding up? Gil: Ah! Christ! You wanna stop moving around for a second?! God of Joy: Nope! God of Joy: I can tell you’re all concerned, but there is no need to worry, really! We all have the same goal in mind here! I can smell it in your brain flesh! God of Joy: I come to bring the most joyful of times to all! Gil: I really don’t see how this is all that “joyful”. There’s a *lot* of dead guys around, for one. God of Joy: Correct! And before their natural ends, those hosts all experienced sublime, fantastic, absolutely natural joy! Isn’t that wonderful?! Gil: Not really, no-
>Hey, Joy. How’s it going?
God of Joy: Ah!!! Hello hello hello to you, my dear friends! I should've known you'd be here! God of Joy: Why, I feel fantastic! It’s simply grand to hear you all again!! Acolyte: Uh…who is he talking to? Gil: Nobody important, believe me. God of Joy: Oh, I bet the rest of these fellas were boring you poor guys senseless. They have so many rules and regulations slowing them down! God of Joy: But it’s okay! I’m here now and we can get this party started for reals with some action and excitement! God of Joy: Let me just get the whole gang together. Acolyte: The "gang"? Wait...
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Acolyte: Uh… Founder Alpha? Sir? Acolyte: How many astronomers did you say you guys had, exactly? Gil: Yeah, he’s…gone. Pretty sure we’re on our own. Embers? How are we playing this? Sister Embers: Everyone behind me and slowly descend back down the stairs. Acolyte, have you been practicing with your shield? Acolyte: Uh, not really, I haven’t had much time. Sister Embers: Very well. Either way, be ready to attempt it if they begin to charge. He may be friendly now, but he seems to be quite...unpredictable. Thief, maintain lookout as we descend. There may be more below. Gil: Defensive maneuvers, got it. I’m…honestly surprised by how reasonable that is. Sister Embers: Naturally. This approach is our best option for getting through this. Only someone extremely foolhardy would try to face off against this many opponents at once. Gil: Oh yeah, that reminds me. We should probably do something about...that.
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Rick: Halt, evildoer! You are under arrest for…general suspicious activity! I’m pretty sure whatever’s going on here is supposed to be illegal. That triangle guy was upset about it, at least. God of Joy: Why hello! And who might you be? Rick: I am a representative of the Church of Truth! And I’m here to put an end to your evil ways! God of Joy: Oh, delightful! I love your energy, that’s truly fantastic! We could use a go-getter like you on the team, in fact! Rick: Oh, uh…thanks? Rick: I mean- flattery like that won’t get you anywhere!
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Rick: In the name of all things Truth, I demand you stop, uh… Rick: Whatever it is you’re doing to these guys! And poor Gene from the newspaper stand! I know he can be kind of a jerk, but he doesn't deserve...this! Rick: What *is* that? The glowy eyes stuff.
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God of Joy: Here. Let me show you.
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Jones: Alright, finally. You are a handful, you know that, buddy? Jones: Oh hey there! Guess who just cleared out the way back down? This- Jones: Oh, you’re…you’re just gonna go? Okay. Jones: Wait, we still need to talk about Greysoil! Jones: …ah, whatever. It’s a floating city, where’s he gonna run off to? We’ll get him later, right, Hal? Right.
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Jones: What the hell is all the noise up here? I thought you said there was just one guy! Gil: Oh look, everyone, it’s Captain Waits-a-lot! Glad you could join us for our inevitable doom! Jones: Oh, shut up, it’s always inevitable doom with you cult types. Gil: I mean, that’s true, but that’s because usually there *is* a lot of doom! Jones: Rick, our quarry just ran out without even giving me a glance, and it *really* didn't seem like regular old person difficulties. What did you guys do? Rick: Heh. Hee hee hee. Rick: Ha ha. Hah. Jones: Uh…Rick? Buddy? Everything alright? Rick: Oh, yes, Jones! Everything is absolutely fantastic! Rick: In fact, you could say I feel simply… Rick: …overjoyed!
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God of Joy: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Rick: Ahh!
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O…kay. Huh. So what, you’re supposed to believe that “it was all a dream” and you’re actually back home? Right. Still, you’re…not sure *where* you are if you’re not actually in your room. Or how to get back to the action. This is troubling.
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slate
Juvesquirt
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Post by slate on Aug 18, 2020 14:34:15 GMT
>Rick: Fix your hair, man!
>Jones: Try to get through to your BFF, you have no eyes so you should be safe.
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Aug 18, 2020 17:55:45 GMT
> Everyone: Tackle Rick.
> Jones: Dispel the magic on Rick. Is that something you can do with magic?
> Rick: Wake yourself up. Pinch yourself or something. Or just will yourself to, I dunno.
Also:
> Rick: I have a feeling that you might want to not trust anything that happens to you in the immediate future. Just a guess.
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Post by Exploration on Aug 19, 2020 7:43:28 GMT
Rick> Well don't just stay in what may or may not be your bed. You might be trapped in some sort of delusion-world, but you aren't going to take this lying down!
Embers> Looks like you'll need to help fix Rick. He might have technically been your enemy; but he is still *your* enemy, not some puppet for the God of Truth.
Everyone (minus Rick)> Subdue Rick. You need to get out of there without leaving him behind. But you could be hampered if he keeps laughing like an idiot.
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Narrative Thematics
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Post by Narrative Thematics on Aug 19, 2020 20:21:03 GMT
> Rick: Best guess as to what's up with that, IF this is an illusory "false day" it's *probably* made to either keep you distracted, OR to keep you feeling a particular way (probably joyful, or in utter despair). IF it is NOT a false day, then just like, do your daily business like normal and wait for the drama to happen.
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Post by tailortf on Aug 21, 2020 13:10:29 GMT
>Wake up. Pinch yourself or something.
Ow. Owowow. Yeah, that’s not working. Hopefully out in the real world people are doing something similar to try and help. Gonna have a lot of bruises once this is over. Guess you’ll try to find something to occupy your time with for now. Don’t let on that you know what’s up, just in case.
> Fix your hair, man!
Yep, here you are, just cleaning yourself up for the day like everything is totally fine and normal. Totally *not* just some awful dreamscape at all. You’ll admit, this *is* a really good dreamscape. Normally your dreams are pretty fragmented and dumb, but this is about as real as it gets. It even got the stains in the sink right. Jones should really be the one to clean them up, he’s the one who leaves them with his hair dye! You refuse to- okay, this is exactly what Jones was saying about not concentrating. Gotta keep your game face on.
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Alright, Rick, you can do this. It’s just weird dream hallucination copies of your family sitting there having breakfast. Just act natural until you can make up an excuse to get out of here.
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Rick: Good morning. Jones: Mhm. Charlie: Hey hey, there he is! Care to join us for breakfast, buddy? Rick: Oh, uh, hi, Dad. Aren't you supposed to be on patrol today? The calendar says it's Friday. Charlie: Nah, the chief gave me the day off. Rick: What? But Captain Sandoval never does anything like that! He’s always super strict about the schedule! Charlie: I know, right? Guess I got a lucky break. I was actually thinkin’ we could spend the day together for once since we have the opportunity. Rick: Well, that *does* sound nice, but Jones, Hal, and I probably have to go out and do some patrolling ourselves. Duty calls and all that. Jones: No go, boss. Apparently the crime rate’s dropped so low there wouldn’t be much point. Jones: They even cleaned up the old graffiti by the post office. Rick: What, really? That’s been there since forever! Jones: Yeah, I guess the mayor finally got some better funding or something. Rick: Alright, well, that’s pretty great. Does it say where from?
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Jones: Nah, not really. It’s barely an article, really, just kind of an editorial. Rick: AHH! Rick: Jones! Y-your eyes!! Jones: God, I know. Is it really that bad? Jones: I stayed up all night cleaning Hal after he fell off that cliff and now they’re all puffy. Rick: I- well, uh- Rick: …you look good, actually, no. Yeah. Forget I said anything. Jones: Heh. Wish people would tell me that more often after an all-nighter. Grab a chair.
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Rick: So...anything else interesting going on today? Jones: Nah, not that I can tell. You know Stonekey, nothing big happens around here anyway. Rick: That's why I love it! Jones: Too right. Hey, you okay, man? Rick: What? W-why wouldn't I be? Jones: Well, the paper's been here for like an hour and you're not brandishing scissors and asking me for the coupon page yet. What, not interested in being thrifty anymore? Rick: Oh, right. Yeah, I'm just having kind of a weird morning, I guess. No time for coupons. Jones: Oh, huh. Well, you can tell us about it over breakfast. Rick: Sure. Wait, did you get Hal to do the cooking again? He never seasons it how I like.
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Jones: No, your mom's doing the cooking, thank God. Hal’s outside gardening. Rick: Oh, okay, I- Rick: Wait, wh- WHAT?!
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Mom: Hi, honey! Mom: Yeah, your metal friend there isn’t really the best at precise things like that, huh? Charlie: Even if he was, he couldn’t never make breakfast as good as you, darling. Jones: Yeah, Mrs. V, this is good stuff. Thanks for cooking today, I know you're usually too busy. Mom: Of course, Mr. Jones! I figured it’d be nice to give you boys a morning off since none of us have anything going on tod-
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Rick: But… what?! How?! Rick: I mean- you’re- you’re not- Rick: This isn’t-
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Mom: Alright, kiddo, I get it. Not liking the breakfast options. If you don't want eggs, I can fix you up something else. Jones: Uh…buddy? Everything okay? Charlie: Yeah, son, what’s the matter? You can tell us if something’s up.
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Rick: …uh, sorry. Sorry, guys. And…mom. Rick: I thought I…I don't know *what* I thought. Saw. I thought I *saw* something strange. But I did not. Rick: I’m just gonna get some air for a second? I feel a little sick. Jones: Uh, okay. You're sure you're alright? I can come with if you want. Rick: N-no!! Er, no, Jones, thank you. I just need a second. Alone. Jones: Well, if you say so.
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Truth give you strength. You thought you could just hold out for a little bit until you or Jones or someone figured out how to bust you outta here, but this is all so weird! Dad having the day off all of a sudden, Jones having his eyes, Mom… you’re not sure you can deal with this.
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Rick: Morning, Hal. Everything alright out here?
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Rick: Hah. Well, at least *you’re* still the same. That’s…something.
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God of Joy: It really is! Isn't he great?! What a guy! Rick: HEY! It’s you!! God of Joy: It’s me!! Care for a news-paper? Gene says they cost money, but what the hey, you can have one on the house if you promise not to say anything! Rick: No!! We already got our paper today! Rick: Also, you're some weird...evil...dream monster! I don't know how you're doing this, but I'm commanding you to stop! God of Joy: Aw, come on, just give it a chance for a bit! It really is amazing what kind of things you can find inside your own mindspace! God of Joy: You know, a lot of humans take a lot of work to get their perfect life set up. They want a higher social ranking, objects of value...You don’t even want to know what *this* little guy had inside his brainpan! Fascinating stuff! God of Joy: But for you, Rick, I didn’t even need to do that much! Shuffle around some schedules, fix up some botched ritual mutilation, reconstruct a former entity from childhood memories...well, that’s about it to start with, really! God of Joy: Some people might say this sort of thing means you’re not dreaming big enough, but I really respect it! It shows that you’re basically already happy with where you are in life, and that’s great! Now you can stay here and *be* happy! Forever! Doesn’t it just make you vibrate with joyful emotion!?
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Post by spinydoughnut33 on Aug 21, 2020 17:57:32 GMT
> Rick: Punch this kid in the face.
Also:
> Rick: Try to convince your family of your situation, using information you couldn’t have known otherwise.
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Post by danyyl on Aug 22, 2020 6:21:22 GMT
> Rick: Alright Rick, it seems that you're stuck with this creepy eldritch god possessed kiddo in a nightmare of the "too sweet for your teeth" variety. Nightmares are still dreams, and you're pretty much aware that it is all a dream, so why not make this dream better by kicking this kiddo's astral ass for enslaving you and the poor numeralians?
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Post by Truth And Justice on Aug 26, 2020 6:20:44 GMT
> Rick: Alright, confirmed. You are in some strange make-believe land designed to make you *JOYFUL*. Meanwhile in reality, your body is hijacked by some starry eyed elder god and probably attacking your friends. Rick, you are a warrior of TRUTH. This land, these people, as wonderful as they may be, are a lie.
> Rick: Be as MISERABLE as possible. If this place is supposed to make you happy, do the opposite.
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Post by Killjoy on Aug 26, 2020 6:37:40 GMT
(oops, I went away for the weekend and didn't notice this had updated. Bad me.)
Rick> This is too much of a saccharine overload. And using your memories of Mom like this is so wrong. Rick> Vomit on the newspapers, take Hal and leave. (Or if Hal really is the same, maybe you could get Hal to help you convince not-Gene to stop messing with you.)
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Post by tailortf on Sept 6, 2020 7:14:58 GMT
==> Rick: No! I am *not* vibrating with any kind of emotion! Except for rage, I guess!! That’s a pretty major one right now!!!God of Joy: Exactly! I don’t really know what it feels like, but it can’t be a pleasant sensation to have going through your brain frame! So why don’t you sit down and relax for a minute? You’ll feel so much better!Rick: BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA! That’s you! That’s how you sound to me! Because I’m not listening! Rick: Come on, Hal! We’re getting outta this nightmare.God of Joy: Sounds great! You can’t really do that, of course, but I’m happy to see you doing something that you enjoy! >Try to convince your family of your situation.
Jones: Hey! You feel better, man?Rick: A lot better! I’m getting the heck outta here!Jones: Hey, great! Should me and Hal come with?Rick: Uh…I’m not sure you can? I guess I’ll see you back in reality anyway, so, you know, sort of. Rick: Oh yeah, I almost forgot, might not get a chance to say this later so it might be nice to get it off my chest. Rick: Jones, I really wish you’d clean your half of the room more. You always leave everything in just, like, a big pile and it drives me crazy! I hate it!Jones: Really? I never knew you felt that way. Sure, I’ll try to clean it up better from now on.Rick: Wait, seriously? That’s it?Jones: Yeah, sure. I can get started right after breakfast! You’re better at organizing than me anyway, so maybe you could help me out?Rick: Well, that *does* sound- WAIT WAIT NO Rick: Dang it! Stop doing that!! I’m not staying!Jones: Sorry! That's kind of compulsive around here. ==> Charlie: Alright, great, good to hear you two have plans for the day. Think you’re ready to sit down for some waffles now?Rick: No time for breakfast, guys, sorry, I’m breaking out of this weird parody of a good day.Charlie: Alright, suit yourself, though I still say you’re missin' out.Rick: Yeah, I’ll live, dad. Waffles *are* great, but only when covered in the…syrup of reality. Reality syrup!! Rick: Hm. Speaking of leaving, I’m…not sure how. Maybe I just think about it really hard or something? Though that sounds kinda dumb. Rick: Do you guys have any clues on getting out of this? I mean, obviously not *you*, but maybe you represent, like, some hidden stores of wisdom in my brain that could help?Charlie: Sorry, son, I’m not sure it works that way.Mom: Yeah, you don’t really remember me well enough for that. I don’t even get a real name, I’m just “Mom”.Rick: I- you’re not even- *sigh* You know what? Fine, whatever. I’ll just figure it out myself.Mom: Aw, come on, honey. Sit down and let’s talk it out over breakfast. I’m sure whatever’s troubling you, we can make it better if we work as a team!Rick: Mom, I love you, but you’re a brain ghost and I can’t stand for it. I prefer reality, even if it breaks my heart.Mom: Alright, kiddo, whatever you say. Are you *sure* you don’t need to talk?Rick: Yeah, no, it’s…it’s fine. It was nice to see you, mom. Even if it's...weird and...fake. >Be as miserable as possible. Rick: Ugh, this is so frustrating! I don’t wanna be stuck here having sad feelings while everyone else is kicking your butt! Probably!God of Joy: You know what’s funny to me? God of Joy: Well, everything. I very literally can't help it! God of Joy: But what’s funny to me right now in particular is how hard you’re trying to escape being happy when you could just *be happy*, like I said before!Rick: I’m *not* happy! You took me away from my friends and family just to mess with me or suck my brains out or *something*! They’re sad, so I’m sad!God of Joy: Not at all! I would *never* want to “mess” with you or “suck” your “brains out”! I love each and every one of you little flesh sacks, deeply and truly! We all come from the same vibrations of the Allfather’s tendons. It would be silly to hate you! God of Joy: And don’t worry about your friends! I can make them just as happy as I’d like to make you, no problem!Rick: So what, that’s just your plan? Get everyone ever trapped in their own weird brain dimension so they’re all happy forever?!God of Joy: Yep! I’m working on that right now back in fleshspace, actually! ==> God of Joy: Come on, Jones! Just give it a try! We can have all the fun in the world, together!!God of Joy: Rick makes a good point! Add your vibrations to ours! Feel the love!Jones: Shut up! I don’t know what kind of weird god you are, but you better give Rick back right now!! Don’t listen to this jackass, buddy, I’m gonna help you! Somehow!Sister Embers: Stop this, you fool! You will only be dragged into its’ spell along with him!Jones: I don’t care!Acolyte: Ahh! This is getting kinda dangerous, guys! Maybe we should cut our losses and try to just grab Rick and go?Gil: I know, right?! My traveller’s insurance doesn’t even cover half of this!Acolyte: You have insurance?Gil: Sure! I think! Maybe it’s just another shell company I made up, I forget. Either way, it doesn't cover acts of literal god! Gil: I mean, I guess this is more exciting than handing out pamphlets to bored high society douches! Gil: Though I *do* miss room service at Greysoil just about now. ==> God of Joy: They’re giving me some trouble, which is fine! At the end of the day, their happiness is my reward!Rick: Well maybe I don’t *want* to be happy!God of Joy: Don’t be silly, of course you do! Everyone wants to be happy!Rick: Not like this! This is all…fake! It’s not what I *actually* want!God of Joy: Sure it is! I don’t actually *make* anything, you know, it’s all pulled directly from your brainpan! It’s more real than reality!Rick: Yeah, well- sometimes my brainpan doesn’t know what I want! Rick: Like with Jones! Sure, *I* think he’d be happier having his eyes, but he never mentions it! I don’t think he actually cares, my stupid brain just thinks he does! Rick: Or with crime! Yeah, my dad having the day off is fine for a while, but what am I gonna do if there aren’t any bad guys to fight?!God of Joy: So? We can just find some bad guys for you to fight! You and Jones and Hal could go on adventures all you want!Rick: No!! ==>
God of Joy: Come on, guys! You don’t know how GREAT this is!! God of Joy: It’s like an endless birthday party where you’re the birthday boy and the present is everything you’ve ever wanted! God of Joy: It’s like you can do anything! Isn’t that wonderful?! God of Joy: We could fly to the moon and back! We could join everyone in the multiverse in one wonderful eternal dance! And when we’re bored with it, we could burn the world down and start all over! We could- ==> GoRidocfJkoy: could- we- fhdty- sdg- RGodoifJcoky: Fefds- vcv- could- could- could- AAAAAAAAAAAA ==> God of Joy: Rick, buddy! We both want the same thing here – for you to be happy! Just talk to me and we can figure it out together!Rick: I don’t CARE about being happy!! I want OUT OF HERE!God of Joy: Don’t…care…? Ahaha! That’s a good one! This is why I love humans! You never cease to amaze me! Now calm down! You’re getting so emotional that the mindspace is having difficulty processing it, haha!Rick: THAT’S IT! I’M BEING SERIOUS! Rick: YOU WANT EMOTIONAL?! HOW ABOUT THIS?! >Punch this kid in the face. Rick: I AM A KNIGHT OF THE CHURCH OF TRUTH! I REFUSE TO BE SURROUNDED BY THIS…THIS SHAM!! Rick: IN THE NAME OF THE SHINING LIGHT OF JUSTICE- Rick: I DEMAND YOU LET! ME!! ==> Rick: -GO!!!!! ==>Jones: Rick!! Oh god, buddy, are you okay?!Rick: I- buh- what is- is this real…? Jones?Jones: It’s okay, pal, I got you, I got you. Don’t try to move!Rick: I don’t- I don’t feel so good…waffles...Gil: Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you got him worse than he got you. ==>God of Joy: Hah! Ahahaha! God of Joy: Oh man! What a punch! Oh wow! ==>
God of Joy: That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that kind of thing before! God of Joy: I guess…people really *are* different in the modern day! They’re not happy even if you give them what they want! Boy, I must have been away for a while! God of Joy: Thank you, Rick. No, seriously! This was a great learning experience! I appreciate it very much! ==> God of Joy: I can see I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me if I want to appeal to modern humanity. Which is great! I love what I do! God of Joy: But I guess this *does* mean I’m gonna have to leave you guys for a while. After all, if I’m going to figure out what people like these days, I’m going to need a much bigger sample group than just you five! God of Joy: Time for me to increase in scope! This should be fun! Hah! Ahaha! Hahahahaha! God of Joy: AHAHAHAHAHA ==> God of Joy: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ==> ==>==>
==>Gil: Huh. Gil: Okay, I’m…I’m ready to go back to high society drama now.
Hey guys, Tailor here. Hope the updates have been enjoyable for everyone! Unfortunately, I'm reasonably certain Omegaupdate is dead at this point? Basically nobody but me and maybe another 1-2 people post here and the threads are slowly starting to accumulate spambot messages asking you to get discount Viagra or whatever. So I think after the end of this current act, I'm gonna go ahead and stop posting updates here. If you're looking to continue reading/submitting commands, I'll always gladly read comments on MSPFA and also on the Cult Following discord. Sorry if this is inconvenient for anyone! -Tailor
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Post by Lurker on Sept 7, 2020 5:14:51 GMT
(Yeah, it is a bit sad. I've been trying to encourage most of the stories going on here, but when there are so few people around it probably feels disheartening to the writers.)
Founder Alpha/Logic> Arrive with the [Cavalry].
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Post by tailortf on Sept 13, 2020 11:10:02 GMT
>Everyone: Take cover.
Jones: SHIT SHIT SHIT GO Rick: What? Where are we going?! Aren't we going to help everyone else? Jones: Are you kidding me?! That thing almost got you, you want to go back?! Rick: But- Acolyte: We can’t deal with that! Can we deal with that?! Gil: Hell no we can’t deal with that! It’s the size of a goddamn building!! GO!! Sister Embers: I agree! In this particular case, an expedient retreat may be in order! Gil: COULDN'T HAVE PHRASED IT BETTER MYSELF
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Gil: Wh- YOU'RE STILL HERE?! Gil: RUN! RUN, YOU IDIOTS!! RUN OR YOU’RE GONNA DIE!! Gil: GO TELL YOUR BOSS TO GET HIS ASS OVER HERE AND DEAL WITH THIS HIMSELF
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Founder Alpha: Alright, I’m here. Status report. Omega: The Applied Astronomy building has been completely destroyed, sir. We are detecting a massive multiversal incursion that is spreading to the surrounding sectors. Founder Alpha: What!? I was fixing my hand for maybe five minutes! Omega: Yes, sir, we also noted that it is spreading rapidly. Founder Alpha: Rrgh, *great*. What about Logic? Anything from him? Omega: No, sir. The communications lab is attempting a connection, but Project Originator has not responded as of yet. We are concerned that the powerful multiversal presence may be blocking our lines of voidspace communication.
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Founder Alpha: So...we’re on our own. Great. I guess it wouldn't be the first time. Founder Alpha: Any info on the multiversal incursion? Is it dangerous? Omega: All multiversal incursions (excluding the Project Originator) have been classified as "dangerous", sir. Founder Alpha: I know that! I meant immediate effects! Omega: Nobody is reporting direct contact yet, sir. Founder Alpha: Alright, keep monitoring transmissions, we're gonna need to know if this crap can kill us. Founder Alpha: And send a suppression squad to what's left of Applied Astronomy! Founder Alpha: Dammit, I knew we should've just cut the power on the stupid thing when we had the chance. Make it the surface's problem! Omega: Sectors 7, 12, and 15 are reporting abnormal cloud activity also! Pattern appears to be identical to the initial event! Founder Alpha: Right! We gotta mobilize everyone. This is officially a Big Goddamn Problem. Omega: BGP protocols engaged, sir. Founder Alpha: Okay, okay, somebody open a communications line. Time for a global announcement.
>Be Sigma and Alpha.
Alpha: ...and at that point, I encountered you and began having this talk. I believe that about covers the timeline of events. Sigma: I...well...huh. Sigma: Those are...certainly some significant issues. I must admit that I did not expect that. This is...er...quite a lot to process. Alpha: Yes, we are both certainly facing some difficulties. You may speak more on your subject if you would like. I did not mean for there to be a discrepancy in terms of how much we discuss what.
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Sigma: Yes, well, I thank you for acknowledging that, but I think in this case your matter is far, *far* more serious! Sigma: This is ridiculous! Is *this* what Numeralia is supposed to be about?! Lies, subterfuge, secrets?! I won't accept it! Sigma: How could Founder Alpha do this?! To deceive all of us Numeralians- Alpha: Well, technically, he has deceived several generations of Numeralians before us also. Sigma: Exactly! Well, I have spent some time learning about what exactly "truth" is supposed to mean to an individual! Sigma: And in my time in the Church of Truth, I have learned about the qualities of a good leader! They are not meant to keep secrets from their people! They are not meant to lie to them! Sigma: And I- I simply cannot stand by and watch as-
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Announcer: Warning. Warning. Code Black emergency declaration in progress. Subvariant 2.53 – hostile foreign incursion of a multidimensional nature.
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Announcer: Emergency procedures are now in effect. Proceed to your domiciles/gathering areas. Begin document archival and food/water rationing. Await further instructions from the Founders to begin multiversal repair procedures.
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Announcer: Do not approach intrusive multiversal beings. Do not observe intrusive multiversal beings. If any attempts at engagement are made by intrusive multiversal beings, do not engage. Announcer: Remain safe. Remain efficient. Remain logical. Numeralia will prevail. Announcer: This message will now repeat. Announcer: Warning. Warning. Code Black emergency declaration in progress.
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God of Joy: Greetings, kind servants of Logic! Rejoice! For this will truly be the happiest of your days! God of Joy: I've observed your lives! Toiling over research, being ordered around, never truly feeling complete! I quiver in sympathy for your pain! God of Joy: But no more! Joy has come to Numeralia, and it has come to set you free!
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God of Joy: Now step right up! Who wants a go?! God of Joy: Don't be shy! Free eternal happiness for everyone! God of Joy: If you can't work up the courage, don't worry! We'll come to you! God of Joy: AHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Sigma: What...is that? Have you received any information on the subject?! Alpha: N-no? I disabled my notifications while we were talking. Sigma: It's massive! I don't think I've ever seen this kind of weather phenomenon before. Alpha: Yes, my research associate must be thrilled. Sigma: Maybe we should proceed to a domicile.
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Jones: SIGMA!! Jones: We gotta- *cough* *cough* Jones: Oh god…running…*huff*…so tired. Rick: Hi, Sigma. Sigma: Oh, hello, guys. Do you have any information about what's happening with the weather? Jones: I- yeah? *huff* S-sort of, I think? Rick: It's not good, Sigma. We gotta do something about it!
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Jones: No!! No we- *huff* don't! Rick: Man, you are *really* out of shape, Jones. Sigma: Quite so. I think perhaps an exercise program could benefit you quite a lot. Jones: You know what I think!? Screw Numeralia! Jones: Er, no offense, Sigma. Sigma: Hm. Jones: But yeah, they’re adults! They can deal with their own problems! So can the Church! And these seem to be some next level problems. We gotta get the hell out of here before we get ourselves killed. Sigma, warm up the domicile, we're going to the surface. Rick: What? But that’s so cowardly! We have to help people! Jones: Cowardly?! Jones: Rick, I get that you have your whole hero thing and all, but look around us!! Jones: This thing you’re trying to get us to fight is the sky! Jones: It’s not even *in* the sky, it’s literally THE ENTIRE SKY. Jones: There's nothing we can do here! Let's just get out of the way and let them handle it. Right, Sigma? Rick: No! We can't leave these people behind! We have a responsibility to the world to protect it from stuff like this! Rick: This is almost *exactly* my dream! It's what we're meant to do as knights of Truth! Sigma knows that! Jones: Fighting giant nightmare monsters is *your* dream, dude, not mine! I hate that dream, and not just because of the dumb hat! I just want to go home before this gets worse! Sigma: I hope you realize that low quality debating like this will not achieve a suitable compromise. You are simply restating your positions over and over. Rick: Alright, alright, look. We can't just argue about this forever, we gotta do something! Rick: What do you think, Sigma? Jones: Yeah, come on. Bail or no?
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Post by Leadership Time on Sept 13, 2020 11:51:00 GMT
Sigma> "Why not both?" Ask Alpha if it is possible to detach a section of Numeralia using a network of Domiciles to balance out the load. (Or if we are feeling quite assertive, tell Alpha to do it instead of asking if it can be done.) That we you relocate a safe distance away, and don't leave everyone behind.
Alpha> Perhaps some experimentation about the warfare uses of projecting superheated balls of molten iron is in order.
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Post by tailortf on Sept 20, 2020 7:47:33 GMT
>Sigma: You've seen how illogical and uncaring Logic really is, you really think they're gonna help people?Jones: Actually, maybe we shouldn't involve Sigma. I think she's a little biased, being from here and all.Rick: Yeah, I guess we shouldn't have her make that choice. What do we do, then? I'm not voting, I still remember last time.Jones: Fine. Uh...rock paper scissors?Rick: I guess that could work. As long as you don't challenge the results.Jones: That was one time! And I told you - I wasn't picking paper, I was just shading myself from the sun!Rick: A likely story.==>Sigma: ENOUGH! Sigma: I...think I have made a decision. Sigma: Alpha!Alpha: Yes?Sigma: Get as many people as you can and gather in a secure area. Bring golems, prototypes, anything that could be of use.Alpha: Alright then. It breaks emergency protocol, but I suppose we are already not following that by being here.Sigma: Thank you. In the meantime, we will proceed to my domicile.Rick: Alright! We're...wait, are we staying or going? I'm not sure.Jones: Yeah, those are kind of conflicting.Sigma: I will explain on the way.==>Jones: Alright, so? You said you'd explain, but you've just been muttering to yourself the whole way. Jones: What are you doing now?Sigma: I am setting my domicile to detach remotely in the next five minutes. The autopilot should carry it down to the surface and to a safe landing. Sigma: ...most likely. I have not used this feature before.Rick: Aw, what! So we're leaving?! That sucks!Sigma: I'm sorry, Mr. Rick. Based on the available evidence, it's simply too dangerous for you to stay here any longer! As your host, I can't allow anything to happen to you.Jones: Well alright! Yeah, good. That's exactly what I was saying. I *hate* stuff happening to me.Rick: But come on! Is this really what you want to do?! Just- just leave everyone behind and run away?!Jones: As far as I'm concerned, it's *exactly* what they deserve after the way they've treated her. Buncha pricks. Good for you, Sigma.==>Sigma: Excuse me, I believe you have misunderstood me. Sigma: The reason I am setting the autopilot is because I will not be joining you. I have elected to stay.Jones: Seriously?! Why the hell would you do something like that?!Sigma: I'm sorry, Mr. Jones! I simply cannot abandon Numeralia. Sigma: I know it has flaws - actually, lately I have learned it has far more flaws than I would like - but it is still an incredible project! I still see the core values of science and logic at its' center, and those are things that I simply cannot deny as being important to me! Even if my interface completely stopped working, I could never give up on science. Sigma: I think that something like that is worth protecting, even if it is currently being steered in the wrong direction.Rick: Yeah...yeah, I guess see where you're coming from. I'd probably feel the same way if Stonekey ever got invaded by a big giant monster thing.Jones: Unbelievable. Absolutely goddamn unbelievable.Rick: Actually, Sigma, wait. I have something for you.Jones: What? Jones: Oh, no. *Please* don’t tell me you’re gonna do what I think you’re about to do.==>Rick: Here. I figure if you’re going to be dealing with whatever this is, you’ll need some kind of protection. Can't be a hero without a cool sword, heh.Sigma: Are…are you sure, Mr. Rick? I know this weapon means a lot to you.Rick: Ah, come on. A weapon is just steel. You can always get a new one. You can’t make a new friend, though. Rick: …well, I guess you could. There’s a lot of people out there. Rick: But that’s not my point, you get what I mean. Take the darn thing and give ‘em hell!Sigma: …thank you. I will treasure it.Jones: Great. The one person I was hoping had *some* sense on this team ended up losing it too. Jones: Come on, Sigma, seriously! Don’t go out there! It’s crazy! You don't know how bad it is! Jones: Is it about what those Numeralians said before? About how you’re not one of them or whatever? Because you shouldn’t care what they think! You don’t need to listen to the opinions of a bunch of stuck-up jerks! Jones: Take it from a guy with no eyeballs, basing your self-image on other people’s opinions is a *terrible* idea.==>Sigma: You’re right, Mr. Jones. You and Mr. Rick have taught me what the right way is! Sigma: I *shouldn’t* care what anyone else thinks. I must simply follow my heart. Sigma: And, in my heart… Sigma: …I’m a Numeralian.==>Jones: What?! No, that’s not what I meant! Jones: Don’t just walk away! You shouldn't listen to us, we're terrible!! Jones: That’s not some “cool hero about to save everyone” line, you’re just gonna die!! Jones: SIGMA!!==>God of Joy: Boy oh boy! I see a whole bunch of new friends came out to see me today, huh? You must all be real excited about having some fun! God of Joy: There was really no need for you all to go to all this trouble! But oh well, I guess what’s done is done!==>God of Joy: So hey, since we’re all here anyway, let’s play a game! God of Joy: I try and catch you and you try and get caught! Sounds good? Sure it does! God of Joy: So I guess there’s only one thing left to say:==>God of Joy: CHAAAAARGE!==>Omega: Suppression squad is proceeding with engagement of multiversal intrusion forces.Founder Alpha: Okay, keep tabs on that and report anything unusual. Founder Alpha: Send out some probes and analyze whatever this garbage is that we’re stuck in, we’ll need it to get out of this thing.Omega: Sending out probes.Founder Alpha: Good, keep monitoring that. Send a sample down to the material lab as soon as possible. Founder Alpha: Also, don't stop trying to get Logic on the line! Maybe we can slip through whatever is suppressing communications. Founder Alpha: And somebody get me more coffee!==>Omega: Hmm. Curious.==>Omega: Ahh!Omega: Sir! Foreign contaminants reported inside the garden!Founder Alpha: Ah crap, crap, crap!!! Okay, change of plans! Lock down the control center! Send the Founder pods into lower level storage! Everyone into the backup wing! GO GO GO!!==>Numerlibrarian 1: There seems to be some kind of major disturbance going on outside! Perhaps it is something we should be concerned about.Numerlibrarian 2: Yes, perhaps. Still, the emergency orders say to begin document archival, so that is what we are going to focus on. How many copies of “Yoga for Use In Battle” do we have? ==>Sigma: Fellow Numeralians! Please take a moment to listen to me!>Sigma: It’s time to show these people how problems are dealt with down on the surface.Sigma: I understand that you have your emergency orders, but do you really feel that this is the most logical and efficient way to do things? Sigma: It's plain to see that the orders are outdated! All of these books have been digitized and placed into the archives generations ago! Sigma: It is time to stop following orders blindly and do what is most logical! Sigma: And I believe that the most logical option for us at the moment is to defend the Numeralian Project ourselves! We must take to the streets!==>Numerlibrarian 1: Who is that?Numerlibrarian 2: I do not know, but what she is saying *does* sound quite a bit more logical than the emergency orders, I must admit.Numerlibrarian 1: ...and more entertaining than stacking books.Numerlibrarian 2: Agreed.==>God of Joy: AHAHAHAHAHA==>Acolyte: So? Is the coast clear?Gil: No, not yet, they’re still fighting. Gil: God, what a freaking mess. Embers, do you have any idea of how to get back down to the ground? Maybe you could call Alpha or something?Sister Embers: I do not have any means of contact with him at the moment, unfortunately. However, I *do* have a map of the city. We could potentially use that to find a means of escape.Gil: Great! Get to work on that. I’ll keep an eye out for any breaks in the fighting so we can find a more peaceful place to hide.Acolyte: Hm.Gil: Kid, you’re looking troubled. What’s the deal?Acolyte: I guess I just feel a little bad about this whole thing? All these people are getting hurt and/or killed, and we’re just kinda sitting here planning to run away. Acolyte: I thought the cult was supposed to be about helping people.Sister Embers: Indeed it is, acolyte. It is good that you are keeping that in mind even now. Sister Embers: However, we will not be able to help *anyone* if we are to lose our minds to that creature out there.Gil: Well put. Gil: Look, I appreciate the instinct to be heroic, but in cases like these, the three of *us* are only going to get hurt and/or killed. I know how this sort of thing goes, and it’s never good. We'll have our day, but it is *way* too early for us to be taking this kind of thing on. Right now we can't even stay at a hotel without almost getting punked. Gil: We’re leaving and that’s final. Okay?Acolyte: …yeah, okay.Gil: Embers? Okay?Sister Embers: Okay.Gil: Okay.==>God of Joy: Okay!!Gil: AH SHIT Gil: SCATTER ==>Founder Alpha: Get that door secure and stay back! Those pricks are grabby.Omega: Sir, multiple sectors are reporting fires and extensive structural damage. Most likely cause: lightning strikes. Most likely cause: unusual weather activity. Most likely cause: multiversal intrusion.Founder Alpha: Oh great, that’s the last thing we need! Who the hell decided to build half this place out of wood anyway?! ==>Founder Alpha: Right, we have to figure this out and *fast*, before half of Numeralia burns down. Are the suppression squads holding the line?Omega: Suppression squads are reporting heavy casualties, sir. They do not appear to be capable of holding the line.Founder Alpha: Fan-freaking-tastic. Okay, let’s see. We could…redirect some of the power gathering rods to fire electricity out instead of gathering it? Zap the thing away?Omega: Current reports have not mentioned any form of weakness to electricity. Measure unlikely to be effective.Founder Alpha: Rrgh, fine. Then how about we…amputate? Tell everyone who isn’t affected to fall back and then disconnect all the sectors that are too far gone?Omega: Reports indicate intrusion is project-wide. Measure unlikely to be effective on suggested scale.Founder Alpha: Yeah, okay, whatever. You and your “reports”.Omega: In addition, the potential damage incurred-Founder Alpha: Alright, GOD! FINE! JUST SAY YOU DON’T LIKE IT AND MOVE ON! Founder Alpha: You’ve always done this! Ever since we were kids! WHAT’S WRONG WITH LISTENING TO ONE OF MY IDEAS FOR ONCE?!==>Omega: …sir?Founder Alpha: Er…sorry. Thought you were- I thought I was talking to someone else. Founder Alpha: Okay. Okay okay okay okay OKAY. Think, Alpha, think. You’ve been piloting this garbage pile for three centuries now, you’re not gonna lose it all to some stupid cloud of laughing gas. Founder Alpha: Cloud…? Ah! Hah! Ahaha! I got it! I got it I got it I got it! Founder Alpha: Okay, bear with me: this crap is all around us, right?Omega: Reports indicate that it has engulfed the volume of the Numeralian Project, yes.Founder Alpha: Exactly! Like a big storm! And what do we do in a storm?Omega: Are you suggesting we lower the Standard Operating Height, sir?Founder Alpha: I am! I *am* suggesting that!Omega: Hmm. That *could* work. However, it is unlikely that all domiciles are currently in operation and capable of changing their height accordingly.Founder Alpha: Crap, you’re right. Founder Alpha: …okay, I got it. We *do* have one last thing. Founder Alpha: Global shutdown. We cut the power for a few minutes, everything sinks down a little, we turn it back on once we’re clear of the cloud. Boom. Founder Alpha: Might lose a couple sectors if we can't get the power back on, but at this point this is the best thing we’ve got. Let’s do it.Omega: Sir, I do not think-Founder Alpha: Shut up! Shut the hell up! You’re not *made* to goddamn think! Founder Alpha: Just send out the order!Omega: …yes, sir.==>Sigma: Alpha! How is progress?Alpha: I have set up group rotations to attempt to extinguish the fires and begin repairs on some of the sectors. We are also establishing barricades to prevent our currently controlled area from becoming affected. Sigma: Good, thank you. We should also try to organize teams to send into the damaged areas to search for potential survivors and recover equipment. Sigma: Advise everyone else to remain near active domiciles in the meantime. Sigma: Based off the damage survey I have performed, we…may need to disconnect from the main grid and evacuate soon.Alpha: Are you certain? That is quite a significant measure. Is the damage that far reaching?==>Sigma: I’m…afraid so.==>Acolyte: Can you see anything, Sister Embers? Maybe an emergency escape or some kind of evacuation route or something?Sister Embers: No, nothing like that. I cannot even find the place we originally landed in! This map is overly complex.Gil: I’d appreciate it if you guys hurried up? We gotta get the hell outta here *now*. While this place is still a…place you can get the hell out of. Gil: Look at all these fires! That god guy didn’t start all of them himself, right?! There’s got to be some chain of chaos type thing going on here.Acolyte: Yeah, it’s really falling apart.==>Announcer: Emergency alert. Emergency alert. Power amputation in progress in your- *bzzt*Gil: Ohh boy. That can’t be good. ==>Gil: Ah! Shit!Acolyte: Guys! I think this piece of sidewalk’s gonna fall! We gotta-==>Acolyte: -whuh- we gotta…ow-Gil: KID!Sister Embers: Acolyte!==>==>==>Gil: oh god oh god oh god oh god==>God of Joy: Well hey there! I see you guys are just hanging out, haha! Good of you to hang around! God of Joy: Seriously, though, you look like you’re in some trouble there. God of Joy: I could help you out if you’d like! All you have to do is give me your hand!==>God of Joy: Oh, come on now, don’t give me that look! God of Joy: I can smell your mind, Sister Embers! Every tiny thought and memory! I know all about you! God of Joy: From your tiniest little larval stage to your current iteration!==>God of Joy: I can see how much you’ve suffered! All your pain and fear! All your family issues and dark secrets! Probably a few things you don't even know yourself yet! God of Joy: It’s so much, it’d almost be enough to make even *me* stop smiling if it wasn’t physically impossible! God of Joy: Wouldn't it be great to not have to deal with any of that?!==>God of Joy: And believe me, I honestly *do* just want to help! God of Joy: My being vibrates with a true and deep love for every single flesh-form I’ve ever known! I can ease your pain! You don’t deserve any of this happening to you! ==>God of Joy: So how about it? God of Joy: Won’t you let some joy into your life?==>==>==>God of Joy: Huh, I guess not. God of Joy: D’oh well! Some people just need time to come around! I’ll have to try again later.==>God of Joy: Welp, at least I’ve got so many new friends to play with! God of Joy: *And* that made for quite the entrance! Wouldn’t you guys agree? God of Joy: Yessir, all in all it’s been a pretty great day! God of Joy: I feel happy as a clam!! It’s good to be back! God of Joy: And now we can get down to some *real* fun! I’m certainly looking forward to it!==>God of Joy: Hahahaha! Ahahahahaha! God of Joy: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA==>
And that, after several *years* is that for Act II! It's been a hell of a ride, and I'm gonna be happy to keep going! After a week's break, of course - this was quite the update :y I hope you've all enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed drawing it so far! Cult Following will continue over on MSPFA from now on as I've mentioned, so feel free to head on over there if you'd like to keep going! -Tailor
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Post by *Confetti* on Sept 21, 2020 0:03:03 GMT
Not sure I should be throwing Confetti about. But congratulations on completing Act II.
I guess I'll have to work out how to use MSPFA. I'm sure it will be Joyous.
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