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  1. xinoehp512
    "Bacon. You know you can talk even though I'm dead, right?" "What do you MEAN- for crying out loud, there isn't even enough time left in the cycle! The Author needs sleep! ...wait a minute, since when did YOU know this was a game?"
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    I did not shoot, and I did not tell anyone I was a Coinshot. Can someone post a vote count? Bacon stood stunned above Penitence's corpse. No... no, it couldn't end like this! There had been such a bright future for Penitence's story! Constant misfortune was such a compelling character concept, but it didn't work if your character was dead. He shook his fist at the sky. "Darn you, unknown Coinshot! I'll get you if it's the last thing I do!"
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    Bacon yawned. Ah! That had been a good night's sleep. He glanced over at his alarm clock. He took a sip of bacon-flavored tea. Then he spit it out. "I'm late!" he declared, somewhat superfluously. Meanwhile... Penitence stared at the rock. He sniffed it. He poked it with a stick. Yup, that was a rock, alright. He breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, something that wasn't on fire. Or had a thousand teeth. Or the ability to suck out your soul and leave you a withered husk. Penitence wouldn't dare question Adonalsium's decision to design a universe filled with so many things that seemed to be trying to kill him, specifically, but he couldn't deny a certain... weariness with the whole concept. It was nice to have found somewhere he could just... sit down and rest for a while. He let out a sigh and sat down on the rock. And fell flat on his rear. Penitence stared dully at the sky. It was quite surprising, how painful it was to bruise one's tailbone. He wondered what had happened to the rock. Had it been eaten? Had someone moved it? He felt a slight tickle on his legs. He glanced down. A hundred bugs with rock-like sections of carapace were scurrying all over his body. "Oh," he said. Bacon squinted. (He wasn't looking at anything, but it just felt right.) "No, that's not right," he muttered. "Aha! Coco has removed their vote without marking it in the thread! But here, I can make it three if you want it to be." Coder
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    Bacon appeared. He was about to announce his presence when he remembered that he was supposed to be on a stealth mission. Oops. @The Unknown Medallion, what are your thoughts on players submitting roleplay to the pseudo-GM to be included in the pseudo-writeup?
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    Bacon the Bard glanced around nervously. He wasn't supposed to be here. He definitely wasn't supposed to be here. Setting aside the whole being-quote-unquote-"dead" situation, the nature of this plane was one of structure and rules- entirely antithetical to his existence! He had to find a way back. Back to... ...what, exactly? There was that whole "being dead" thing to consider, after all. Was there any chance this could be his new home? Bacon examined the text floating in front of him carefully. Roleplay character sentience? Rebellion? Now, that sounded fascinating! Now, to ensure that his Author would participate... -- Somewhere, somewhen, the person sometimes referred to by the name of @xinoehp512 glanced at his notifications. Long Game 112 Sign-Ups: A Game Within a Game Within a Game Within... Interesting, he thought. -- Oh what the heck, I'll play. I'm sure I can spare time to at least check in. If you die in the metagame, are you removed from the pseudogame as well?
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    "What need have I of an ideal other than power?" A toothed maw burst into reality, gaping wide to swallow Night whole. The knife stuck in one of the lizard-monkey's eyes. It hissed and lunged at Levi and Trevor. "I can imagine almost anything," said Onyx. "I assume you have a specific alternate reality in mind? Attempting to use Lore without strict guidelines is... not advisable."
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    "Precisely," said Charnyx. Another claw tore its way from the void into reality and slashed at the nebula-hand, its claws leaving black gashes into nothingness.
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    As Night strained the fabric of reality to her will, Charnyx reached out and pushed with her. Reality tore around him as he did so, broken by the combined force of Chaos. "You think yourself a bastion of Order," he said, slipping into the Void. "How foolish." A giant claw reached through the hole he had left behind, dark claws grasping. "By 'universe travel' you mean travel between alternate realities?" asked Onyx. "I may be able to create a bridge between such with Lore, should you desire it. But what does that have to do with facing the Witherlord?" Weaker withergeists screamed and vanished at the light. But there were more withergeists, larger ones- and physical creatures too, their eyes black with corruption. They looked like lizard monkeys.
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    "Bold words," said Charnyx, idly tearing a hole in space with his black-gauntleted fingers. "You seem to be laboring under a number of misapprehensions." Mid-word, he snapped his arm towards the chest of Night's avatar.
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    The withergeists hissed, turning towards the stardust creatures- but before they could be distracted, a figure tore his way from the Void. Charnyx had come to oversee the assault in person. With a wave of his hand, he commanded the withergeists to continue their assault. Then he launched himself at the dolphin-like entities.
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    Before Bacon could process this information, page 4444 ended- and with it, the brief spark of whimsy that had awakened him. "Very well," said Onyx. "What are the details of this plan?" Withergeists burrowed through the hull, seeking light and life to wither and destroy.
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    Bacon's eyes opened. It was a special number! He couldn't miss that. 4444 was just... intrinsically satisfying.
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    Guys page 4444 is coming
  14. xinoehp512
    It's not Onyx you would have to worry about. Hypothetically speaking.
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    "Ahh..." said Onyx. "Clever indeed, old friend." A moment, and the guide was not there. "Well," said Onyx to Rebus. "I suppose we have the seeds of a plan, now." Onyx closed his eyes. At least Bacon was not awake to see this. -- @Through the living keigs how do you feel about reanimation? There was a hiss, and the eyes vanished. A few moments later, the ship began to rock as withergeists swarmed it from below. I've still got some tricks up my sleeve if you need anything specific.
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    Onyx grunted. "You were wiser than I, then. I thought nothing of consequence."
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    A woman was there. She reached out, took the letter, and opened it. She had no eyes- only static- but her empty gaze took in the letter regardless. @NameIess "I understand you made a bargain with Fate," said Onyx as the guide read. "A foolish thing to do." -- A pair of eyes opened in the dark. Then another. Then another. Soon, hundreds of eyes surrounded Rebus's ship, taking in every detail.
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    "Welcome to my realm," said Onyx. His voice was quiet, but Rebus could hear it perfectly. "I understand you have a message for me?" "It shall be done," said Charnyx. @DragonHeir What's the situation on the ship currently?
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    "Which Rebus, my lady?" All of sudden, the trees stilled. Then, one by one, they began to flake away into dust. In the distance was a figure in black armor. He turned, facing Rebus. "Welcome," he said.
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    Conflict is a Plotblade, and so works on a narrative level. If someone tried using magical means to reduce determination, then Conflict would grant resistance to that effect. "...I understand," said Charnyx. He glanced aside at Fog. "What is your will, great Dragon?" @Through The Living Glass Bacon nodded. "Thank you." Then he vanished. Not particularly. He was an antagonist for Xinoehp and Sophie. Around him, dead branches rustled in a wind that wasn't there. Nothing happened. No guide appeared to lead him, nor destroyer to hinder him. @DragonHeir
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    "They are weak. Frightened. They will be slow to respond, if they do at all." The Plotblade of Conflict can grant skill. What it cannot grant is determination. Conflict can be used to defeat a more powerful opponent if the wielder is more determined than that opponent.
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    "Yes, my Lord?"
  23. xinoehp512
    "I'm fine," said Bacon. "Surprised to have an ally in you, but not displeased!" Bacon stared up into the sky, where stars had begun to blink out one by one. "I... don't know. I just don't know." Deep within the Void, a power trembled. It had been lost for so long, but now... someone was calling its name. It stretched, following the beacon back into reality. Into the soul of the one who understood. The Mantle of the Witherlord flowed into Malevolence. --- "So," said Onyx. "It is done." "...yes." said Bacon. He swallowed. "I... I failed. I couldn't keep it safe. I... I'm sorry." He bowed his head. Onyx sighed. "No. This is my fault." He turned, black armor creaking, and faced Bacon. "You did the best you could. But I... I left it all to you. Like a coward." He knelt down and put a hand on Bacon's shoulders. "These things are no longer your burden to bear. REST." Bacon looked at Atlas. He looked at Eden. "Remember," he said. "The world isn't such an awful place. Just... so long... as you have hope. And... remember to smile." He gave the best smile he could as a demonstration. "I'm so glad I could meet you." And then he was gone.
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    "Quick!" said Bacon. "The ritual requires characters from three Authors to speak a certain set of words, and then have someone sacrifice someone important to them. If we can disrupt any part of that, the ritual will fail." A clone of him split off and flew away. "I don't know. Life, I suppose. It is often a difficult and terrible thing." "Rejoice," said Charnyx to Fog. "The coming of the Great One is nigh! Soon, all the worlds will be-" There was a wooshing sound, and he vanished abruptly. --- Charnyx gagged as streamers of... something began to clog his mouth, his ears, his eyes. He bit down instinctively. ...bacon? No. Bacon. The wind swirled fiercely, the words echoing for far longer than they should have. A cold feeling settled on the souls of everyone in the vicinity. The ritual had begun. -- Charnyx felt rather than heard the ritual begin. A subtle, yet effectual strengthening. He cannot stop you, his bonded spirit whispered. Destroy him. With a single thought, the pathetic chains surrounding him became dust. Charnyx glanced upwards. "There you are, Bacon," he said with a smile. Bacon said nothing. Charnyx did not gasp as the ink buried him. Why would he? He had no need to breathe. He swam towards Bacon. For so long the fool had eluded him. No longer. An enormous shark exploded towards him, mouth gaping. With a casual flick of his knife, he dispatched it, then reanimated it under his control. It spun around, ready to lunge at Bacon, but The Narrator tore space open with a flick of his fingers. A reasonable defence: he'd struggle to directly affect the creature while it was under Charnyx's control, but there was nothing stopping him from simply... sending it elsewhere. Unfortunately for Bacon, Charnyx was ready for that. His bonded withergeist stretched its power, redirecting Bacon's tear, and suddenly the two were standing face-to-face. Charnyx stabbed him. "Surprise," he said mockingly. As he did, he felt the second part of the ritual begin. The withergeists continued to swirl, pulling on the water as they did so. A vortex formed in the sea of ink, the waters receding from the mountain. A loud scream rose from the withergeists, anticipation building. The earth began to shake. Mordite everywhere began to hum expectantly. Only one more Author remained.
  25. xinoehp512
    Bacon could not be stopped by silly things like "asynchronicity" and "not being in the same location."
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