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Sheesh, I really, really want to link to some of my backstory papers right now...
... No, not really about the gene. And yes, a different time could technically be another dimension, just not in the classical sense. With #3, ? With 4, One thing led to another; perhaps the planet was merely a test for a weapon? We either fail or Succeed. If we fail, the enemy decide to use it on a multiversal scale. If we succeed, they try to up-size it, in order to get the power they think they need.
No. Since two things that have a time cannot coexist with themselves, the Ray Sphere was forced into the 'present'
You may have a point. We're going everywhere, anyway. XD
No. Just no. You are not the Alpha deity, or whatever the position is called. You don't see me being an indestructible self-replicating mass, do you?
I have discovered a weakness in your character! Overconfidence! :3
Day 108 0900 (Azurian Empire, Prison)
It had been lying in this prison for millenia, the horror it produced forgotten, and dismissed as a bad dream. Its abilities were reduced to entering the minds of children and scaring them. However, while it had lain in this prison cell, it had slowly begun to regenerate. Soon, it would get its revenge on the creature that had dared defy it. It had plans that it would put into action... soon. OOC: No, Whizz, the creature that defied whatever I may have just created is not you.
Day 109 1800 (Azurian Empire, Remote Tower)
The monks all straightened up and began to chant. The walls of the tower began to move, shifting everything as they went. At last, the chaos was finished. The monks left, vanishing into the shadows they had come so easily from.
OOC: Should I remove the timestamps when I'm describing the other characters?
It was time. Time to exact its revenge and leave this forsaken place. When the guards noticed, it crushed the minds of each and every one of them, leaving them drooling messes upon the floor. The Mad God would exact its revenge on this lonely prison, abandoned in the clutches of time, and raze this prison to the ground, leaving destruction in its wake. A nightmare had begun. The Mad God had returned.
In the darkest depths of space, a humanoid figure appeared. "Master," it croaked, "we have both failed and succeeded." An eye opened before it. Another eye opened soon after that and advertisements flared to life all around, flashing in a psychedelic light show. "Then we must try harder" a chorus of voices echoed. The Doctor hid before he was forced to see more of this horror. "Ah, Doctor Bright, we aren't spying, are we?" The Doctor tried to run, but he was pinned to the floor by a knife that stuck itself on his shirt collar. As he was bombarded by noise, he screamed, a tortured soundless scream, before falling to the floor, foaming at the mouth. Then darkness fell. Doctor Bright woke up, in that cell that he was so familiar with. He clutched at his knees, trying to hide from the horrors that assaulted him when he closed his eyes.
OOC: I quite like your multiverse, Rymmie, it's a very nice place to write in.
Oh, I forgot, Rymmie, link some up, I'd like see what happened.So I misspoke. I can't make people into true Immortals.
Chat Transcript from TS:
(not really, just a summary)
Conduits were part of my experiment to make lesser immortals.
Techno introduced the concept of an overload point.
As I have figured out from your explanations, Rymmie, Cycles are a manifestation of energy.
But Techno introduced an overload point, at which point you cannot add any more energy for fear of detrimental effects.
How I work: I increase the overload point by directing the energy at the overload point instead of attempting to fill up the "jar."
The Ray Sphere takes energy and manifests it in the form of a power. The leftover energy is used to up the overload point.
Humans by default have an overload point of 150, which is the smallest overload point in the entire multiverse.
So if the Ray Sphere is able to increase someone's overload point, and I created the Ray Sphere, guess who can pull from a tank of infinite energy to increase someone's overload point indefinitely?
This guy. And every single other True Immortal in existence. That knows how to make the tech. And theoretically you, Rymmie! What I gather is that you have an infinite well of energy.
And don't bother arguing. This is now part of the story, backstory or not.
Chat Transcript from TS:
(not really, just a summary)
Conduits were part of my experiment to make lesser immortals.
Techno introduced the concept of an overload point.
As I have figured out from your explanations, Rymmie, Cycles are a manifestation of energy.
But Techno introduced an overload point, at which point you cannot add any more energy for fear of detrimental effects.
How I work: I increase the overload point by directing the energy at the overload point instead of attempting to fill up the "jar."
The Ray Sphere takes energy and manifests it in the form of a power. The leftover energy is used to up the overload point.
Humans by default have an overload point of 150, which is the smallest overload point in the entire multiverse.
So if the Ray Sphere is able to increase someone's overload point, and I created the Ray Sphere, guess who can pull from a tank of infinite energy to increase someone's overload point indefinitely?
This guy. And every single other True Immortal in existence. That knows how to make the tech. And theoretically you, Rymmie! What I gather is that you have an infinite well of energy.
And don't bother arguing. This is now part of the story, backstory or not.
Nice!
And you came into possession of the MID?
And of course I came into possession of the knowledge of how to extend a mortals overload point.
Because most of the time, normal mortals do not have the willpower to survive the end of their cycle. So my technology allows you to extend a person's overload point until there is nothing left-- Oh wait. There will never be nothing left because we are just making the jar bigger. Using lots and lots of energy.
And lots and lots of energy can be found in an infinite reserve of energy.
Which is what True Immortals, and by theory you, have.
And you came into possession of the MID?
And of course I came into possession of the knowledge of how to extend a mortals overload point.
Because most of the time, normal mortals do not have the willpower to survive the end of their cycle. So my technology allows you to extend a person's overload point until there is nothing left-- Oh wait. There will never be nothing left because we are just making the jar bigger. Using lots and lots of energy.
And lots and lots of energy can be found in an infinite reserve of energy.
Which is what True Immortals, and by theory you, have.
OOC: TECHNICIAN IS HACKING DAT RAY SPERE!
BC:
Technician had departed from Techno rather quickly. While he didn't enjoy this, he had to do it. He rather liked his new Podship.
He hacked around fourteen deep space satellites (for lack of a better word.) and quickly traced it to the entity known as Whiz. He turned on his other monitors and began his work.
BC:
Technician had departed from Techno rather quickly. While he didn't enjoy this, he had to do it. He rather liked his new Podship.
He hacked around fourteen deep space satellites (for lack of a better word.) and quickly traced it to the entity known as Whiz. He turned on his other monitors and began his work.
OOC: Not that much, you'll just have a bit longer lifespan than others, I'd say, ~200 years.
OOC: So the people in the Bible were augmented? Methuselah must've screwed up some people. "Hey guys, welcome to the party actually I'm kidding time to die b*tch"
I will not respond to that post because it would go against my beliefs to relate anything in the Bible to this story.
Let's not flame, shall we?
Don't open this Whizz. It'll piss you off.
Methuselah stood outside his house thinking of all the things he accomplish with his new powers. He could take over the entire planet, yet he was content with sitting in rocking chairs with his wife. "What is wrong with me?" He thought. "With all this power there must be something I could do to change the world."
Yet he could think of nothing, and so he sat contentedly with his wife rocking in their chairs and talking about life. Days passed. Then months, then years. He was happy... until his wife died.
Then he remembered how much she had hated King Herod and all the horrible things he had done. So he went to the palace and told them that he had dire news involving the resurrection of Jesus. Of course they believed him. Herod was enraged that he had killed Jesus only to have him be resurrected by god. This was a sign of his failure and he was desperate to prove it wrong.
Methuselah waited at his table, and when Herod came they began eating and talking.
"You know Herod, I quite admire how you captured Jesus. It was very clever using one of his own against him. I bet he never saw it coming."
"Let's cut to the chase peasant, how much do you want?"
"I want nothing from you, you disgusting rat!"
"How dare you speak to your king in such a fashion! Guards!"
As the guards carried him away, Methuselah shouted one last thing.
"You will die from the poison I placed in your soup. You will finally get what you deserve you filthy dog!"
Three days later, both Methuselah and Herod died from the venom of a Cobra that no longer existed. They were both remembered in history, but for quite different reasons.
Yet he could think of nothing, and so he sat contentedly with his wife rocking in their chairs and talking about life. Days passed. Then months, then years. He was happy... until his wife died.
Then he remembered how much she had hated King Herod and all the horrible things he had done. So he went to the palace and told them that he had dire news involving the resurrection of Jesus. Of course they believed him. Herod was enraged that he had killed Jesus only to have him be resurrected by god. This was a sign of his failure and he was desperate to prove it wrong.
Methuselah waited at his table, and when Herod came they began eating and talking.
"You know Herod, I quite admire how you captured Jesus. It was very clever using one of his own against him. I bet he never saw it coming."
"Let's cut to the chase peasant, how much do you want?"
"I want nothing from you, you disgusting rat!"
"How dare you speak to your king in such a fashion! Guards!"
As the guards carried him away, Methuselah shouted one last thing.
"You will die from the poison I placed in your soup. You will finally get what you deserve you filthy dog!"
Three days later, both Methuselah and Herod died from the venom of a Cobra that no longer existed. They were both remembered in history, but for quite different reasons.
Not exactly biblically accurate, but it works. Again Whiz. Don't read, it'll piss you off and you know it.
OOC: I just thought of the ending!
J is a demon who cuts me into 666 pieces, a ghost (that doctor I forgot the name) comes out of Bella's boobs, Sev gets killed and revived - again and Ex performs a Flat What.
Bonus points if you get the reference (Jess surely will).
J is a demon who cuts me into 666 pieces, a ghost (that doctor I forgot the name) comes out of Bella's boobs, Sev gets killed and revived - again and Ex performs a Flat What.
Bonus points if you get the reference (Jess surely will).
That ending sucks. And the doctor is Dr.Bright. He loves fried chicken. And why is he in my boobs?
Day 120
Whiz probably wouldn't.
Edit: And yes Liara, I have embraced your idea
Thank god for speech to text translators or I would never get this written down. Right now me and the doc are running from some weeping angel statue thing. The doc says that we have to kill it to escape from this pocket dimension. The only problem? We don't know how to kill it. And we're running out of time. The pocket dimension is starting to collapse in upon itself and if it collapses completely, me and Dr. Bright will collapse with it. If I die, tell Whiz... he really sucks at making grilled cheese. And tell GPuzzle to stop writing his own fanfic.
Whiz probably wouldn't.
Edit: And yes Liara, I have embraced your idea
Day 120
Thank god for speech to text translators or I would never get this written down. Right now me and the doc are running from some weeping angel statue thing. The doc says that we have to kill it to escape from this pocket dimension. The only problem? We don't know how to kill it. And we're running out of time. The pocket dimension is starting to collapse in upon itself and if it collapses completely, me and Dr. Bright will collapse with it. If I die, tell Whiz... he really sucks at making grilled cheese. And tell GPuzzle to stop writing his own fanfic.
Whiz probably wouldn't.
Edit: And yes Liara, I have embraced your idea
I wouldn't.
Not at all.
It makes sense in context (read: Panty & Stocking reference).
It's supposed to NOT make sense.