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habituallyred: Feb 6, 2015

Yeah, burn it up.

# ? May 11, 2022 02:01

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# ? Jun 5, 2024 07:27

CoolCab: Apr 17, 2005; glem

see my pitch here is that if the game sees the flower as inanimate then we have to red right hand, right? lets rekindle some poo poo that would normally take a lifetime to destroy.

# ? May 11, 2022 02:01

Arcanuse: Mar 15, 2019

Huh. Didn't think of that, good call.

time to give the flower the ol spicey hand

# ? May 11, 2022 03:02

Stoner Sloth: Apr 2, 2019

I just figured that red hand is often pretty powerful cause it's so specific and case use and, given there's also a couple of lines of logic (plant things usually weak against fire, point that CoolCab made about inanimate objects vs red hand) to this, it seems worth a try.

# ? May 11, 2022 04:54

taiyoko: Jan 10, 2008

While those are good points, I just don't like the idea of getting into melee range of something that's supposed to be an instakill trap just because it's become a boss fight.

# ? May 11, 2022 05:27

Black August: Sep 28, 2003

VOTING CLOSED - Eternal Reaction To Instant Death

All-Out Defense. Now. [-1 FP] - 0
PSI Clouding ɑ. Now. [PE Check 13 vs ??] [-1 FP] - 4
Red Right Hand. Now. [-1 HP & -1 FP] - 13
Quickload the Burnsun Bullet. Now. [DX Check 11] - 5

LOADING...

...LOADING

# ? May 11, 2022 05:32

pumpinglemma: Apr 28, 2009; DD: Fondly regard abomination.

Yeah, I voted PSI clouding on this - seems like a very dangerous situation to get close in, especially given the player�s commentary about a �safe setup�, and I wouldn�t expect a plant to be too hard to fool with the mushrooms� help.

# ? May 11, 2022 11:11

Randalor: Sep 4, 2011

pumpinglemma posted:

Yeah, I voted PSI clouding on this - seems like a very dangerous situation to get close in, especially given the player’s commentary about a “safe setup”, and I wouldn’t expect a plant to be too hard to fool with the mushrooms’ help.

The problem I saw with PSI clouding is that it's affecting the mind. Which... Plants are kind of known for not having. Red right hand might at least let us burn it fast enough that it can't crush us (assuming it squeezes you to death or just flops down on you) and if it DOES have some form of pain receptor, may convince it to stop attacking us and wait for less dangerous prey.

Edit: Okay, Psi Clouding actually checks against vision, which... plants are still kind of known for not having. I'm not sure if vision is the catchall stat for "detecting" things via all the senses, but just going off of the stat name, I'm guessing the result of Psi Clouding would have been "Hooray, I clouded its vision! Oh God it's crushing me!"

Randalor fucked around with this message at 13:46 on May 11, 2022

# ? May 11, 2022 13:10

Marluxia: May 8, 2008

Yeah, I agree, it was either between red hand or the burnsun bullet, and given that this is an extraordinary fight, the bullet might have been better. But the red hand wasn't a bad second choice, especially since they were described as being death traps, what is all out defense going to do when it just plain crushes you?

# ? May 11, 2022 14:31

Black August: Sep 28, 2003

Alright. I finally have my car, so my life is back in order. I'd like to try update tonight after work with the fight resolution, and get the momentum going again.

# ? May 14, 2022 15:29

Black August: Sep 28, 2003

quote:

She runs a hand over it, slow with recall of the meanings she sees in each change of light.

Despite all the promises to find another name, she still hasn't stopped calling it 'pyrite'; it's what the Miner said the moment it was first smithed, liquid-looped into molten existence before cooling to a plain, off-gold metal with a rosen luster. Over the weeks she had become familiar with it, discovered the neverend of its unnatural properties. While most metals made this way were supernatural, pyrite was displaying far too many qualities on the improbable end. It was noticeably lighter than iron. It could suffer a freakish amount of wear and tear, and did so by breaking away in crumbly little bits as if it were stone. Each break was always triangular, forcing one to wear the metal down instead of simply breaking it outright. It could be turned into a lovely lam� silk, and was already being used to create some truly distinct Home styles for clothing. It worked wonderfully well for instruments, especially bells. It had monstrous photovoltaicy, marking it an immediate candidate for roof panels with the help of the sun witch dryad. It could be ground into a pearlescent nacre paint. It wasn't as good as copper, but it was resistant enough to bacteria that the Doctor now had half her hospital lined with the stuff, and it was safe for biology in ways metal just wasn't meant to be. When sown into soil, it'd help plants grow and often give them a gilded coloring. Maybe it wasn't a miracle metal, but...

But it was a miracle metal.

She was the first to confirm it. The way it casts tribent light, its innate heat. That ever ever ever so indistinct keening it makes when hovered just above water. Signs, signs all made to call something 'HOLY'. It was a heavenly metal. Blessed from within. That impossible nature, manifested plain and corporeal as a poo poo-eating grin. But that was the catch, she found. It was only holy some of the time. It would flicker. Luster dimmed, divinity candledanced to shadows. But then it'd flare again, mighty with proof.

It revealed the final applications of pyrite. Artifacts. Weapons and armaments and relics. Blossoming the metal out to express its nature, making it speak with that roselight. She cast a daggersword that would refuse to deliver a killing blow. An orb that when thrown would always race towards the direction of the Sun. A trinity-bound crown that when worn would whisper one holy secret the wearer did not know about themselves. Each one did something sacred, and the triviality they managed to do it with was enough to shake her old heart. How was she going to bring this up? What was the context that would make any sense? How do you describe it to someone who has never studied the art?

How do you explain to your newly-adopted child that their soul flickers so heartbreaking bright with False Holy?

# ? May 15, 2022 08:15

Captain Foo: May 11, 2004; we vibin'
we slidin'
we breathin'
we dyin'

Heart of gold? No, we have a heart of pyrite

# ? May 15, 2022 14:49

tFUCKINGmesis: Oct 5, 2011

I wonder what it is that makes it "false" holy specifically. Is it the inconsistency, or something else? Hmm.

# ? May 15, 2022 21:26

taiyoko: Jan 10, 2008

Somehow, it also kind of makes sense as another name for pyrite is "fool's gold".

# ? May 15, 2022 23:48

Captain Foo: May 11, 2004; we vibin'
we slidin'
we breathin'
we dyin'

taiyoko posted:

Somehow, it also kind of makes sense as another name for pyrite is "fool's gold".

Yep

# ? May 16, 2022 00:02

PepperedMoth: Apr 8, 2022; Less salt, more pepper.

Captain Foo posted:

Heart of gold? No, we have a heart of pyrite

Gold is a thing that's fine and rare, but it's heavy--and dreadful soft.
Perhaps it's not so bad to have a pyrite heart.

# ? May 16, 2022 00:36

Black August: Sep 28, 2003

BOSS FIGHT LOG posted:

(Total Silence)

One of the giant killer flowers! You can't tell how it's ambulating, only that every time you focus on it, it's somehow closer inside the watery pool of light.

Y ̷ ͟ ̵ ̕ ̨ ̷ ͟ ̵ ̕ ̨ ̷ ͟ ̵ ̕ ̨

̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ uses Fulgurant! They now get two turns.
^{[-1 FP]}

̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢ traces out ᛉ - ᛗ - ᛃ and calls for the BODY to PROTECT from PLANTS.
^{[-4 FP]}

(ᛉ) 14 [1]+[1]+[5] = 7 - Success.
(ᛗ) 14 [2]+[1]+[6] = 9 - Success.
(ᛃ) 14 [2]+[3]+[5] = 10 - Success.

Your BODY is PROTECTED from PLANTS.

and ░░░░ (WL - Pyrite Brand) 19 [2]+[1]+[1] = 4 - Cri�

̷ ͟ ̵ ̕ ̨ ̷ ͟ ̵ ̕ ̨ ̷ ͟ ̵ ̕ ̨ ou leap back as roots caress your ankles. What do you do?! You react in panic, and reach down to scoop through the tourmaline waters, pulling up an armful to fling at the darkened flora.

^{[-1 HP][-1 FP]}

It-

What?

The waters turn the flower gilded where they touch, and it recoils furling. An aura is exerting pressure out from your body; you scramble to grab at yourself, and realize- your sword! The concrete has turned a distinctly goldish hue, and it bleeds with a watery rosen light.

[BLACK BLADE STAINED FALSE HOLY]

(Death Efflorescence) 10(-3) [5]+[4]+[1] = 10 - Failure.

You didn't see it. Something reached out from the blossom dark. Something tried to retaliate. The ground shatters open with a wound it will never heal, and the force rattles your core. But it's that near-death with the rose light which finally gives you clarity, a system spine shock that reboots the logic out of the current. Mushrooms spore just enough to unlock your joints, and you swivel back and away with a new wild assessment of the situation. Something has gone wrong. You're in a fight, deep under the scream of the apartment complex deforming above. A current is driving through it with worldwall waterfall, soaking everything in a confusion of the time and the place. You only recall enough to know you were last on the ogre skiff, and then the gap of you now in the death under, trying to fulfill a promise in a promise in a promise. The adrenaline keeps you moving without anxiety for a moment, and the assessment begins as you look to get past the flower and over the hill to grab the case. It's there still, off with motion without motion, inconsistent with perception. You're both flickering through a pool of watergrass light, currents forcing phenomena without context. You hold the clarity through the soaking wet of your tourmaglown hand, the droplets shimmering when they kiss down on the newly-gild of the sword. The black striations reflect with a stronger oily prism as you swing it up in guard, the dripping roselight humming as it falls through the oxygen-choked airs.

̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ cuts along the valleys of division in the Death Efflorescence.

(̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ The Blaisdell Cut) 15 [3]+[5]+[4] = 12 - Success [By 3].
^{[3d+3 % Damage = -14% HP damage!]}
^{[-2 FP]}

̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ acts again with Fulgurant's speed.
̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ cuts along the valleys of division in the Death Efflorescence.

(̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ The Blaisdell Cut) 15 [3]+[5]+[4] = 12 - Success [By 8].
^{[3d+8 % Damage = -21% HP damage!]}
^{[-2 FP]}

̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢ traces out ᚺ - ᛃ - △ and calls for WEAKNESS in the PLANTS with the potence of SOVEREIGNTY.
[-4 FP]

(ᚺ) 14 [1]+[1]+[5] = 7 - Success.
(ᛃ) 14 [2]+[1]+[6] = 9 - Success.
(△) 14 [2]+[3]+[5] = 10 - Success.

Death Efflorescence has had its DR negated (-99).

and ░░░░ is on Cover.

Okay. You need to land one, just one good hit to try to dislodge this thing from constantly being somewhere in front of your perception. You just need to dance in, sword, and leap out, and then prepare to cut and run. You sling your golded blade into the heart of dark...

(!Tyranny) 18 [5]+[3]+[3] = 11 - Success.
^{[Blade Majestueux]+[Mighty Strike]

[-2 FP]^{You prepare your arts of the sword, the ones necessary to-

(FALSE HOLY) 10 [6]+[2]+[1] = 9 - HOLY.

^{[Death Efflorescence weak vs HOLY.]

[Pyrite Brand MoS = 15 = x15 damage.]

[7d6(x15)]}

The silver of your mind catches it. The goldgleam and roselight. Your perception stalls and slows, liquid moving at spacedrift pace while you watch the momentum carry the bladestroke through.

Dealt 315 damage!!!

There's a terrible rent of eye-rolling bright. You reel back with the sword still midswung, wrenching your body away while a mighty arc of tourmaline waters floods over the pool of light. Wait. You can strike again! The glittering green of the faerie speed! You whiplance against without thought, before you can even process the true monstrous of your sword's flowerclove strength.

(!Tyranny) 18 [1]+[1]+[4] = 6 - Critical Hit!

[super][Blade Majestueux]+[Mighty Strike]

[-2 FP]

[Critical Effect #7: Major Wound!][super]

(FALSE HOLY) 10 [3]+[3]+[1] = 7 - HOLY.

[super][Death Efflorescence weak vs HOLY.]

[Pyrite Brand MoS = 15 = x15 damage.]

[7d6(x15)]}

Dealt 375 damage!!!

Your bl , OSTVanillaSpice

DEATH EFFLORESCENC҉̶̡́̀E͏̛͠ ̨̨ ͘͡ ̡͜ ̴̡R̨̧͠A̴͟͜͟I̶̢S̶̢͘ ̡̢͜͞ ̷͠͝҉̡ ͠҉̴͝ ̶͢ ̸̀͟ ҉ ̧҉ ̷̷͠ ̸̧̢͢ ̷͏R̸̶̡̧Ą̛́Í̸S̢̀͝ ̸͢͏͢ ̷̵̢̨͠ ̢̛͟ ̸̢̢͝ ̵͡ ̛͏̢ ́͡ ̶̨͘͢͠ ̵̨̡͟ ̀͏R̵͟͟͡Á̧̀̕I̢̨͜͡SE A RED FI ̶͘͟͠ ̶̴͟͢

VI ̶̢͘͠ ̷̡͝͡ ͏͟ ̡́ ͜͞҉̧ ͏̸͟ ̴̴͢ ͠͡ ̕ ̢͡ ҉͟ ̸̷̶͘ ̡̢̀

҉̕͝ ̡ ҉͡ ̡҉͝ ̵̀͡ ̶́͞ ͜͝ ̷̶͢͡ ͢҉ ̸͏́̕͏ ̴͞ ͡͏ ̴̷͟͜ ̵͟͠ ̀́͝ ̢̧̛͠ ̀͘͝ ̸͢͝͝ ̢͟ ̧̕ ̢͜͞ ̸̀͠҉͞ ̴̧̨͞ ̡̕͢ ͏̵͡͝͠ ̶͘͞ ̸̧̧͜ ̛̛̕͡͠

̛͜͢͝͡ ̶̵́͢͏ ̷͠ ̵̀̀ ̢̕͠ ̨̀͏̢ ҉̷̧͘ ͏̕ ̷̢̕͜͡ ̸̕͏͠ ҉̶ ̛͡ ̵́ ̴̧͜ ҉͡͏҉̢ ̶͘ ̨̨̡͟ ̀͝ ҉̴̀͢͡ ͟͏̛̕ ̛̀́͜ ̷̸ ̧́͟͟ ̸͠҉̶ ̸̧̀ ̧̛͢ ̕͠͝ ̛̀͞ ̵̨͏̡̛ ̸͝ ̨͞ ̶̨̀͟ ͏̴̢ ̛͢͢ ̴̢͞ ̕͞͠ ͝ ̷͢͞͝ ̴́̕͜ ̸͜ ̴̶͘͜ ̶͟ ̶̵̨̛͠

̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ her hair. "That was risky."

̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢ to t̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢ to th̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢ ̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢ halberd. She ̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢

and

learned, 'ART'

learned, 'A△ath Efflorescence) 10(-000) [4]+[6]+[6] = 16 - Failure.

something still doesn't feel right. But what? Focus.

(!ESP β) 11 [3]+[1]+[5] = 9 - Success!

...you still need to escape! It's dead, dead but it refuses to unroot itself from inside your perception! It'll be trapped there, forever obstructing your with its vanilla sweet reek, ready to kill you but never able to live. The silver reflects the sheer speed of the current you're deep within, the force enough to dash your soul upon the rock of ages if you don't tread lightly. Your sword, sword thrumming with rosen raw light, staining the pool you can never not be in. Leave it! You have to try. You have to end what is already ended. You need to let go, and when at war, there is only one way to do that.

(DX - Escape The Fight!) 11 [1]+[1]+[5] = 7 - Success!

You just need to... hold on.

There we go.

But not quite. Still the pool of light. Just need to slip it a little quicker, trick it-}

Almost there. Kind of alongside it. Just have to drop down into through the pool a few dozen times, gaining so much momentum you seem to slipslide slow to the side, again and again and again and again and YOU'RE OUT!

THERE, FULLY! You're back to where the current can't trap you in one place! Something is moving dead with hate just outside of your perception, inside of a shallow grass pool upon which light has been reflected so strongly that it makes the water shine spotlight bright. You cast Red's shroud over your eyes and away with all the haste Heaven can give you, keenly aware you have so little time before the current might drown you up again. If that happens, you're almost certain to be killed.

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%]

No- the Silver is with you! Keep thinking on how much space it affords your racing thoughts with its endless silver reflection. Let go and move one more time with the same Godspeed as that hallow night weeks ago. Move like the Camp Champ does. Alone, followed by the ghosts of those who should be at the side of their #1. You just have to mount the hill, hands digging mad through the soil soft. You pull up black roots, slimy flowers, glass cords. You climb until the vanilla washes over you with such love that you stagger and fall over to vomit one quick burst, stomach refusing to give up more than a single spit of precious lunch. It's rotten! Disgustingly moist with the thickest decay. When you crest that final hill to discover the growth promoter, you understand why it's become so strong. Of course. You remember this; you're here for the first time to deal with the second time before the first time even has the chance to end, so you can end the end to set it back again again. Easy easy. You don't remember when the iron and fire stood beside you, but the gold of your sword does, and its errant watery auralight illuminates exactly where you will stand for the first time. You survey for the second time, and see how much the little change has grown. There's... fifty of them. They've grown several times over. They're already open and facing you, so eager the vanilla meal they need. The growth promoter bleeds its heat radiant, having giving them far too long to fatten off of its cosmic rays. But you have to get it, and then run out with your lonely life.

There's a field before you, the great mass open of the last unbuilt section where the worst of the sleepy sisters were left to rot, under sun grates and glass waterpipes. Left to grow immense in the unchecked corner, ready to swell over the apartments and enroot through all Rivergreen. Vanilla will smooth the waters, and turn the land to spice. But not if you get that case. Down in the little valley field, among the overgrowth deepest, surrounded by so many savage sleepy sisters. They're inside the blossom black; they're nestled lovely in the body petals, where one touch will send to scythe. As long as they're among light, they'll be calm. But is that true with them this gravid now? Will the sisters stay sweet? But you already know you're going to solve this the first time with the same way second time. By standing there with a hand raised to Heaven, clenched red in victory. You look over the Dying Field, and you deny its lust of the touch of your life's End. You're going to exert your gravity, now. You're going to show your power over Lordship, now. You're going to do this for the first time, and it's happening all over again as the fist begins to shake wit̨̧̛͞ ̶̧͟ ̧̨̕͞͠ ̴̵̡̧ ̵̵̧́ ̡͟͞͠ ̸͠͏̧ ̵̷̡̛͘ ̷́̕͟͟ ̴̸́ ̧́́͝ ́͏̧͏͏ ̨͏ ̶̡͜͜͟ ̷̵̛͟͡ ̵̢ ҉̛͜ ̛͟ ̕̕͢͝ ̡̛̛͟͝ ̵̶̀͞͡ ͟͞͏̵͠ ̶̧͝ ̵̷̡̀ ̨͞ ̸̴̡̢͟ ̧̢͘͝ ̢͢͞͝ ̧̛͠҉ ͘͜͟͠͡ ͢͞͞͞ ́́͘͜ ͜͡ ̸̶͢ ̷̸͘͞ ̶͘̕͜͝ ̴̨͜͟͞ ͞ ̢́͠ ̕͘ ͘͘͝͏ ̧͘҉̸ ̷̡̛̛͢ ̷͘͢͠ ̷̨ ͏͏̀ ̷͠ ̸̧ ̸̵͡ ̧͡ ̴̷͠ ̵̀͘͠ ͢͢ ̧͟͝ ̷ ̵҉̷ ̶̛͟͝͡ ̧̀͟͠ ҉̴̵̵͡ ̶͘͞͞ ̸́ ̵̶͞ ̢͞͠҉ ́́͟ ̵͏̢ ̷̨́͟͝ ̧̕͜͠ ͜͝͞͠ ̨̕ ͟͟͡ ̶̢̢ ̷̴̛͠ ̛͢҉ ̵̵̡͠ ͡͠҉̴̛ ̧̡͞҉͢ ͏̸̡͝ ̵̛͠͞ ̵̧͟ ̶̨̢̕ ̨͏̴͢ ̸̛͟͠ ̀ ̸̧̨͢͠ ̷̸̀͞ ̸̢̢ ̢́͠ ̸͜ ̧̧͜͡ ̴͡ ̵̢̢͏ ̷́̕͜ ͠҉̛̀͞ ̧̡́͟ ̷͢ ̶͜͟͝ ̶͏̢͏ ̷̕ ̶̧͢͡ ̷̵́͜͜ ̴̢͢ ҉̷̕ ̢̀͟͜ ͏̷̷̶̡ ̸̡̨͢͢ ́͏̧ ̶ ̷̸͠͝ ̵͏̀ ̧͟ ̢͜͢͡͠ ̨̕͞ ̸̷̡̛ ̶̴̨ ̀͠͝ ͏̧͟͟͠ ̶̢͢ ̴̢͘ ́͏͟͡ ̴́͟ ͟͢͢ ͞ ͏̴҉͞ ̨̀͢͡ ̵̵̸̛́ ̴̵͘͢ ̡҉ ̴́҉̷ ̶̢͠ ̵ ̡́̀̕͝ ́̀҉̵ ͟ ̷̕ ̧̧́ ̵ ̶̀͘̕ ̀͟͏ ̸̢ ̸͠ ͠͞ ̸̶̀̕͞ ̧̢ ̵̧ ̕͝ ̧ ̡̧ ̡ ̀͘҉̧ ̴̢͢ ҉̶́͡҉ ̸̕͠ ́͢͠ ̵͘͡ ͝͏ ̷̢̀͟͡ ̢̕ ̀͘͝ ̸͞ ̷͢ ̴͏̴͘͞ ͏ ̸̢̛̀͡ ́͞͠ ̛͜͠͝ ̸̢̛̕ ͏͏̴́ ͞͏̢̡͟ ̷͢͟ ̵̨ ̵̧͟҉ ̢͘͡͡ ̶̡ ̶́ ̢̧͜ ̵̕͢͠ ̷̛̀͞ ̵͢ ̀͝ ͞҉ ́͢͜ ̧̧̀͘͞ ̡͡ ̸͞ ̶̛̕͘͠ ̵̨̢ ̷̧͠͏̀ ͘͡ ̴̨́ ̢͘͜͟ ͝͏ ̵͟ ͘͢͡͞ ̕͡ ̶̛͜ ̴͡ ̴̢͡ ̀͢͢ ̶̛͝͡ ̨̛͟ ̀̕ ̵͡ ̶̡̧͞҉ ̴͟͝ ̷̨͡ ͘ ̷̴̨ ̢͜͟͡͏ ̶̷̡̀͠ ̡́͏ ̴̡̀́͡ ̡ ͞ ̷̵̴͜ ̷̧́͠ ̴̸̢̢͟ ҉̵̵̀ ̡̕͞͝ ̢͜ ͏̡͠҉ ̵̸́ ̸͝ ̶̢̡̀͟ ̷̵̷͝ ́̕ ̡͜ ̶́̕͞ ̸͡ ̶͟͟͢͡ ̸͢ ̡͜͠͡ ̨͠҉́ ̡͜͠͏ ̸ ҉͏̷ ̷͜͢͟ ̸̨͞ ͟͠҉ ̀͘ ̶̴̧̢͝ ̶̕ ͟͏̵ ̛͟ ̷̕͢͡ ͝͏͢ ̶͠ ̵̛̕ ̶͞͞ ̶̴́͟ ͘͝͠ ̸͝ ̶̷̀͜͝ ͏ ҉̶͢ ̷̢̡̢͞ ͏̧̧̡ ̨͏́͜͏ ̷̧̕͢͡ ̷̨̕͟͢ ̷̷̨ ̴͟͝҉ ̷̧͡ ̴̶͏ ̶̡͟ ́͞ ̸̸̵́͘ ̸̨͜҉ ͏́͜ ̵̕͘͟ ̵̴҉͟ ̷̢́͞ ̢̢́͢͟ ̶́̕ ͝͏͢ ̷̡̕͞͞ ̧̕ ̶̸̷̧͠ ̶̀́͢͡ ͜͠ ͡҉̛ ̶͠ ͝͏͏̷̧ ͏̵͘ ̸͏ ̸͘͟͏̶ ̢ ͞҉̸̢͟ ̴̡́͢͡ ̨̡̢͟ ̴̀ ̷̢͜ ͜҉̀̀̀ ̴̨̕͟͡ ́̕҉̷ ̴̨͝͡ ̸̷ ͏̴ ̨͘͡ ̵̴̷͝ ̵̕̕͝ ҉͞ ̵̡̀͜ ̸ ̴̸̢̢͘ ̸̶͝͏͜ ̵̕ ̢̀͢ ̛́͜͝ ̕͝ ̵̴́̀͢ ̸̛́͘ ̨̀ ̡͏̡̀ ̛͘ ̢̀͞ ͏ ̡̢͞͠ ̴̧͢͡ ͘͢͡ ̢͘͏ ̴̵̨͘͟ ̵̀̀ ͠҉ ҉̕̕͢ ̢͢͜͠ ̨̧̛͞ ̶̧͟ ̧̨̕͞͠ ̴̵̡̧ ̵̵̧́ ̡͟͞͠ ̸͠͏̧ ̵̷̡̛͘ ̷́̕͟͟ ̴̸́ ̧́́͝ ́͏̧͏͏ ̨͏ ̶̡͜͜͟ ̷̵̛͟͡ ̵̢ ҉̛͜ ̛͟ ̕̕͢͝ ̡̛̛͟͝ ̵̶̀͞͡ ͟͞͏̵͠ ̶̧͝ ̵̷̡̀ ̨͞ ̸̴̡̢͟ ̧̢͘͝ ̢͢͞͝ ̧̛͠҉ ͘͜͟͠͡ ͢͞͞͞ ́́͘͜ ͜͡ ̸̶͢ ̷̸͘͞ ̶͘̕͜͝ ̴̨͜͟͞ ͞ ̢́͠ ̕͘ ͘͘͝͏ ̧͘҉̸ ̷̡̛̛͢ ̷͘͢͠ ̷̨ ͏͏̀ ̷͠ ̸̧ ̸̵͡ ̧͡ ̴̷͠ ̵̀͘͠ ͢͢ ̧͟͝ ̷ ̵҉̷ ̶̛͟͝͡ ̧̀͟͠ ҉̴̵̵͡ ̶͘͞͞ ̸́ ̵̶͞ ̢͞͠҉ ́́͟ ̵͏̢ ̷̨́͟͝ ̧̕͜͠ ͜͝͞͠ ̨̕ ͟͟͡ ̶̢̢ ̷̴̛͠ ̛͢҉ ̵̵̡͠ ͡͠҉̴̛ ̧̡͞҉͢ ͏̸̡͝ ̵̛͠͞ ̵̧͟ ̶̨̢̕ ̨͏̴͢ ̸̛͟͠ ̀ ̸̧̨͢͠ ̷̸̀͞ ̸̢̢ ̢́͠ ̸͜ ̧̧͜͡ ̴͡ ̵̢̢͏ ̷́̕͜ ͠҉̛̀͞ ̧̡́͟ ̷͢ ̶͜͟͝ ̶͏̢͏ ̷̕ ̶̧͢͡ ̷̵́͜͜ ̴̢͢ ҉̷̕ ̢̀͟͜ ͏̷̷̶̡ ̸̡̨͢͢ ́͏̧ ̶ ̷̸͠͝ ̵͏̀ ̧͟ ̢͜͢͡͠ ̨̕͞ ̸̷̡̛ ̶̴̨ ̀͠͝ ͏̧͟͟͠ ̶̢͢ ̴̢͘ ́͏͟͡ ̴́͟ ͟͢͢ ͞ ͏̴҉͞ ̨̀͢͡ ̵̵̸̛́ ̴̵͘͢ ̡҉ ̴́҉̷ ̶̢͠ ̵ ̡́̀̕͝ ́̀҉̵ ͟ ̷̕ ̧̧́ ̵ ̶̀͘̕ ̀͟͏ ̸̢ ̸͠ ͠͞ ̸̶̀̕͞ ̧̢ ̵̧ ̕͝ ̧ ̡̧ ̡ ̀͘҉̧ ̴̢͢ ҉̶́͡҉ ̸̕͠ ́͢͠ ̵͘͡ ͝͏ ̷̢̀͟͡ ̢̕ ̀͘͝ ̸͞ ̷͢ ̴͏̴͘͞ ͏ ̸̢̛̀͡ ́͞͠ ̛͜͠͝ ̸̢̛̕ ͏͏̴́ ͞͏̢̡͟ ̷͢͟ ̵̨ ̵̧͟҉ ̢͘͡͡ ̶̡ ̶́ ̢̧͜ ̵̕͢͠ ̷̛̀͞ ̵͢ ̀͝ ͞҉ ́͢͜ ̧̧̀͘͞ ̡͡ ̸͞ ̶̛̕͘͠ ̵̨̢ ̷̧͠͏̀ ͘͡ ̴̨́ ̢͘͜͟ ͝͏ ̵͟ ͘͢͡͞ ̕͡ ̶̛͜ ̴͡ ̴̢͡ ̀͢͢ ̶̛͝͡ ̨̛͟ ̀̕ ̵͡ ̶̡̧͞҉ ̴͟͝ ̷̨͡ ͘ ̷̴̨ ̢͜͟͡͏ ̶̷̡̀͠ ̡́͏ ̴̡̀́͡ ̡ ͞ ̷̵̴͜ ̷̧́͠ ̴̸̢̢͟ ҉̵̵̀ ̡̕͞͝ ̢͜ ͏̡͠҉ ̵̸́ ̸͝ ̶̢̡̀͟ ̷̵̷͝ ́̕ ̡͜ ̶́̕͞ ̸͡ ̶͟͟͢͡ ̸͢ ̡͜͠͡ ̨͠҉́ ̡͜͠͏ ̸ ҉͏̷ ̷͜͢͟ ̸̨͞ ͟͠҉ ̀͘ ̶̴̧̢͝ ̶̕ ͟͏̵ ̛͟ ̷̕͢͡ ͝͏͢ ̶͠ ̵̛̕ ̶͞͞ ̶̴́͟ ͘͝͠ ̸͝ ̶̷̀͜͝ ͏ ҉̶͢ ̷̢̡̢͞ ͏̧̧̡ ̨͏́͜͏ ̷̧̕͢͡ ̷̨̕͟͢ ̷̷̨ ̴͟͝҉ ̷̧͡ ̴̶͏ ̶̡͟ ́͞ ̸̸̵́͘ &#

Clench your raised fist, and call on gravity. [!Darkness Check] [-20 HP]̷̵̨́͘ ̶̨̛͘͢-̶̷̸͟ ̀͏҉́1́͏̵͞2̕
͞͏A̵̢̕͠s̸̡͝k̢̡̕͠ ̧̛͘̕͝M҉̵͘͡e̵͟ŕ̴̨͜҉k̵̀͜͞j̛̀a̡̕͝͠ ͘͏͢͡ţ̶͢͟ǫ̵̵̢͢ ҉̀͏g̢̛ó̸͘͢ ̵͢d̵̵o̧̨͞w̵̴͡͞n͏̷̢ ̷̵҉a̸̶̡̛n͜͜͞d̨̀ ̴̛ģ̸͢͡e҉͝t̨҉̴́͠ ͞͏̨t́͢͢h̴̷è̢̕͟ ̵̶̛p̶̧͡à́͞͝c̢̡͘̕k҉͜a͏͘͟͡g̨̀͠e̡͘.̷̢̕͠ ̕҉҉̀͜[̷̛!͠T̶̴̸͟͝y̶̵̨͝r̀͜͜͞͝ą̷͟n̕͡ņ̸̀͝͡y̧̨҉ ͏̶͟Ḉ̕͟͞h҉̸͟͝é͡҉c̴̡̢k͟͡]̶̢͜͢ ̴̀̕-̵͢͞ ̕͝͞͏0̴́҉
̸̛͟͏̡W̷̶͜á̵̴͞l̴̢͘͘͝k̨͡ ̶̴̨́d̷̵̕҉ó̸̧̡͞ẃ̡̧̀͜ń̢͏,̢̡̧́ ̴̵̨e̶̛y̷̴e̢͝͞s͝ ̛͠ć̢̀͟l͏̵͟o͟͏͏̧s̶͜͏e̡̡͠͞,̵́͝ ̷̀͘̕͠t̛͏̛͘h͏̡̢̢̀i̷̢̕͜͠r̨̨̀d̶̕ ̸̵̧̨͞o͘p̶̸͢͢͡ȩ̸̷̕n͏̧,̡́͜͏ ̧͜͜a̸̛͡͠ǹ̴̶͜͡ḑ̶̛͜ ̧͢t̵͝r̸͟͟͞ų̸̷̸s͏t̨́͠ ͟͡t̷̢͜o̷̢̨͜͜ ̸͘t҉̷҉h҉́͘͟é́͢͝͡ ͢Ś̢̢̨̛į̸̛͝l͜v̡̀e͘͡҉r͏̴́͢ ͏̶̡͠M̛͘͘͠͠i̴̧̕͞n̨͘d̛́́͝͠.̸̸͏̷̡ ̡[̷͏̶!҉͜E̴̡̛͠S̛͞P͡͏ ̶̧C̨͟h̀͝e͘͠ć̴̡̕k̵̕͠]̨͜ ̸͜͜͠[̡̛͡͡S͟͏̛u̴̴͝p̴̀͡e̡҉̸r̶̡͘͡͝ş̶͢͡t̸̨͠ą҉r̢͘͝!͏̴̶͡]̸̀̕͜͡ ͞-҉̨́͝ ͢͏6͘͝
̷̨͞Ą̨͘͢͏l͏̶͘͟l̨҉͢o̡̕w̴̶̷̡̛ ̸͢F̶̢̧í̶̡͟͝r͝͠è̡̢́ ҉̕J̨́́͜o̷̧ķ̛͝ȩ́̕͜͜r҉ ̨͘t̷͝o̕ ̵̛͘d̴̨̨e̴͢a̧͝l̴͠͝ ́͝w̧҉̛i̶̴̢̕t̨̨̕͝h̸͘͘͝͡ ̷͜i҉́͢҉t̵̨́,̶̛͢͞ ̨͟҉p̨̛r̛҉ờ̧͟v̢͘͘͢i҉̶̕҉d͏͏҉͏ì̧̢͟ǹ́͟͡g̷̕͜͜ ̶̢̀͜͜r̶̀̕͠͡e͏̀̕͠v͞͞o̸̧l̴v̴̡͠e̴r҉̸͡ ̛͏̶͡c̢͟͞ǫ̶̷̡͠v̧̧͜e͏̷͢͞r̀͜i͏̵̴̨̢n̴̴̨̨͢ǵ̴͞͡͝ ̵̡̀͘f҉̷ì͜r͝҉̢̡e̛҉.̸̕͜ ͏[̵͘͜͡P̧͢E̸̢͡ ̷̵̀̕͟C̴̨͘͝h͜͡e̶͘͡҉́c͡ḱ̴̀̕͟]̷̵̡̀҉ ̨̨́͟͞-̵̢͏̴͠ ͏̡́1̴͞
͜I҉̀͘ń̡͟͡f̴̵̕͞l͟͏̢u̡͢é̸̵̵n̸c҉̢e̷̛ ̴̵͠F̴͢͞͝i҉r͏͏̡͡e̶͜҉̴͠ ͘͜J̷o̧҉k̀ę̶҉͘r̴̡'̵͏͟͜͡ş̀ ̢͞d̷̶͠͞a̵̶͝ń̷̴͢g͟͏̧͟e҉͘r̡͝͞҉o͘͟͏ų̸͞͏҉s̕͏ ̀͟f̴͢͢͡į͝͞r̸͘͘͞ȩ̶̶͘-̧̡̛͠c̸̢͏u̶͜͡͝͠r̕҉̴̕͡s͘͡e̛͟͞s̵̛ ̨̨̨̡͟s̴͘͢o͝͏̴̷ ̴̕͜͡t̷̶͢h̴̶́͜e̛͢͡y̸̴͜͠ ̴̷̡͘͜b̸̴̕u̴̴͘͠r̛͏͘n҉ ̵̷͘͝d̨̧͘͢͞o̧̧͢w̴͟n͏̵̡͝ ͘͡͞t͞͠h̸̢́͜͢è̷̕ ̢͡f̴͢͝o̢͘͡r̢ȩ̀ś̢͢͏t̶̛́͡.̵̶̀͜͢ ͜͢[͢͏̨̀̀W͢͞͡L̴͡ ̶̕͡͠҉C̷̨̛͘h̷̸́̕͞e̶̶͞͡c̴̶͟͡͡k̀͏̶̀]̷̸̴͝͠ ̵͠[͞҉́M͜͏̷̷u҉́͞r̶̛͟d̷͟͝ȩ̀͘r̨҉̕ò̵̡̧̕u̡͢s͢҉͘͞͏ ̡̨͠I̢̡̡͟n̷t̢̕e͘͟͞͝n̴̨͠͝҉t҉̛̀͢]̀͜ ̵̢-͘͘͠ ̨0͏̸
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Risk a Triple Tech. [??? Check x3] - 11

LOADING...
(!Darkness: Umbrakinesis) 15 - [5]+[2]+[2] = 9 - Success!
HP: [ 5 / 25 ] [DANGER!]
ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][70%] [OW]
...LOADING

IT HURTS!

You collapse as your body screams out for you to stop before your heart bursts, the parasite wailing as it shrivels raisin sudden from the forced dehydratuon of your full-vein supply, now evaporated in agony to fuel your grotesque gravity. The pull is graceless ugly, as hundreds of tons of soil explodes up from the earth and smashes into the hill you've collapsed atop, only your clenched hand refusing to move from its stiff-raised power. That power is what brings it to you, so fast and hard through the deadly burst-storm that you need to try to throw yourself aside to not be struck, but no no no! NO! The case is going to hit you it'll kill you the monentum is so much it'll crack crash pop burn, you need to dodge but if you do it'll fly past and you'll lose the promise! You gotta trick it! ACE IT!

(DX - Pistol Whipped By A Nuke) 11 [5]+[3]+[3] = 11 - Success!

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%]

YES!!! You catch the case and feel it YANK you, but you exert force and pull it down, tumbling into a half-roll before you end up clutching the case while partway down the hill back to the pool of trapping light. You gasp and stand up with giddy terror, absolutely confident after the improbable success of your theft. God, the case is hot! It hurts! Your vision fuzzes as you scrabble back down and through, and manage to make it around the pool of light. Now you just have to slowly climb back out and you truly are home free! Oh, thank God. Your second first went so well. You'll be so happy when you never have to do this again for the first time. You just have to deliver it back, get the pack, and then escape as fast as you can get away with before the current topples you back into another dead corner you can't get out of. You just need to ascend the ladder and... what is that noise? Something weird is happening way up above, outside in the sky.

What is that noise?

[super][GOT ' ' x1]

# ? May 17, 2022 09:00

Arcanuse: Mar 15, 2019

I'm not entirely sure what happened, but we appear to be alive! and have a new... Gun? Suit? :shrug:

The black blade is looking pretty good right now, though there's no telling when the false holy powerup will sputter out again.
...Don't really know what weather to go for, but picked Ash Visitation in the hopes our Solar Veil will handle the worst of it.
_{Oh, and do we know a Rienn, Rienna, or somesuch? Suspect it's to do with one of our bugged party members.}

# ? May 17, 2022 09:40

FAT BATMAN: Dec 12, 2009

Holy poo poo, we have a new candidate for most glitched item to end up in our inventory. Do NOT try to put it on. Great way to make the onerun unplayably corrupted with glitches.

Also, uh, what weather should we pick. Lordly weather is so weird. It seems like sometime it�s just phenomena caused by lords doing stuff elsewhere that�s rippled to where we are, and sometimes�sometimes it foretells a lord�s arrival, or their power waxing.

Wait. I just loving remembered the name of our fire sword is actually Ashtheft. Ash visitation let�s go! (Also if we�re lucky it may be able to help cover our escape from the pickle we�re in)

# ? May 17, 2022 09:56

Zyxyz: Mar 30, 2010; Buglord

FAT BATMAN posted:

Holy poo poo, we have a new candidate for most glitched item to end up in our inventory. Do NOT try to put it on. Great way to make the onerun unplayably corrupted with glitches.

Why put it on now when we can put it through the Suitifier first? :getin:

# ? May 17, 2022 11:21

Randalor: Sep 4, 2011

Zyxyz posted:

Why put it on now when we can put it through the Suitifier first?

This. Also, we now have a decent idea what another of the petals of ruin are. A giant's shotgun?

# ? May 17, 2022 12:22

Grond: Mar 31, 2016

So apparently we were joined by three glitched companions from the Holy End for the Death Efflorescence boss fight.

I believe one of them (░░░░) was the Archer/8th Lord/Gandiva, the one who cast Pyrite Brand and granted us the false holy aura in our sword that decimated the flower and then put himself in cover

The one (̸ ͜ ͝ ́ ͢ ̧ ́ ̀ ̛ ͡ ͘ ̷ ͢ ) attacking with nordic runes and a halberd must've been the Emperor of Hell/Valkyrie/Levity.

And the one (̶ ͘ ̨ ̕ ̀ ) attacking with Blaisdell Cut was maybe the Emperor of Heaven/Ranger/Rienne, though I'm mostly going with my gut on this one.

We were able to kill the flower but it still attacked even after being dead in the middle of the victory dialogue, in much the same way the glitched thing in the Pluto Tower did.

I dunno it feels like there's something inside the very code of the game that manifests itself as raw killing intent whenever it starts glitching too much. If we didn't have the glitched wanderers helping I don't think we would've walked out alive. And what we got out of this is a glitched Moloch Buster that doesn't know if it is a gun, a nuke or a suit...

Grond fucked around with this message at 20:19 on May 17, 2022

# ? May 17, 2022 13:44

Randalor: Sep 4, 2011

Grond posted:

And what we got out of this is a glitched Moloch Buster that doesn't know if it is a gun, a nuke or a suit...

Sounds like the perfect thing to hand in as the quest item! I'm honestly wondering why it glitched as heavily as it did. Maybe there's only supposed to be 1 of each artifact, so when it tried to call up the Moloch Buster, we got the missingno equivilant, because the Moloch Buster was already spawned and it was reading a spawn flag or Moloch Buster's current position as item data? I dunno, I'm just trying to spitball how we got... that.

Edit: Though this does make me question how the game views the Moloch Buster T-Shirt. Does it see it as Moloch Buster for all intents and purposes (so Burner views it as Moloch Buster and can spawn at its location, for instance)? I do wonder if those junk metal inserts are lead, it would be oddly fitting if a Moloch Buster shirt gave resistance/immunity to radiation.

Randalor fucked around with this message at 13:53 on May 17, 2022

# ? May 17, 2022 13:50

Grond: Mar 31, 2016

Randalor posted:

Sounds like the perfect thing to hand in as the quest item! I'm honestly wondering why it glitched as heavily as it did. Maybe there's only supposed to be 1 of each artifact, so when it tried to call up the Moloch Buster, we got the missingno equivilant, because the Moloch Buster was already spawned and it was reading a spawn flag or Moloch Buster's current position as item data? I dunno, I'm just trying to spitball how we got... that.

Well, we left the quest unfinished the first first time just after nabbing the unglitched Moloch Buster since the sun blew up just after that. So this is our second first time, if that makes sense.

So because the quest technically never finished, the Cultpartments and the Underground Forest got reset to their original state , and the game produced yet another Moloch Buster... But because the code is unstable, this restoration of the original state was imperfect, thus all of the glitches. If I'm correct, returning (or refusing to return) the glitched Moloch Buster to Fire Joker will properly finish this quest and allow the area to advance in time and return to normal (or what passes as normal here) like it would in an RPG. Potentially allowing us to experience the second part of the Underground Forest quest at a later date with Fire Joker, Bloodshop and the rest of the Backup.

And what awaited us behind all of the code instability was the glitched thing trying to kill us... I believe it's the same as the Pluto Tower thing.

Now I can't help but wonder what would've happened if we tried a triple tech here the first time...

Grond fucked around with this message at 14:16 on May 17, 2022

# ? May 17, 2022 14:03

Captain Foo: May 11, 2004; we vibin'
we slidin'
we breathin'
we dyin'

What

# ? May 17, 2022 14:55

GilliamYaeger: Jan 10, 2012; Call Gespenst!

Barely comprehensible glitch nonsense like this is exactly why I read this. :allears:

# ? May 17, 2022 15:24

Rubix Squid: Apr 17, 2014

GilliamYaeger posted:

Barely comprehensible glitch nonsense like this is exactly why I read this.

# ? May 18, 2022 01:16

Aabcehmu: Apr 27, 2013; Confusion As a Natural State of Being

I am extremely hype for whatever comes next.

# ? May 18, 2022 01:46

Black August: Sep 28, 2003

VOTING CLOSED - The Sky Remembers To Happen

Midnight Noon - 6
Pearlfall - 5
A Powerful Wind - 1
Fluid Gales - 4
Ash Visitation - 14
Rainflare - 1

LOADING...

...LOADING

# ? May 18, 2022 03:10

taiyoko: Jan 10, 2008

So, um, how safe is it to have enough of your soul forged into pyrite to make:

A vital component of a new heart for Grandma
Whatever it was that Mom took when she Walked to Megalith
Multiple artifacts
And coating for almost an entire medical clinic?

Asking for a friend

# ? May 18, 2022 19:54

Sawyer9000: Oct 15, 2005; Using power or being used by power... is that not a problem... of the heart?

Has anybody suggested using the suitifier on the case of the moloch buster thus turning the case into a suit allowing access to the big nuke gun?

# ? May 18, 2022 21:02

Grond: Mar 31, 2016

taiyoko posted:

So, um, how safe is it to have enough of your soul forged into pyrite to make:

A vital component of a new heart for Grandma
Whatever it was that Mom took when she Walked to Megalith
Multiple artifacts
And coating for almost an entire medical clinic?

Asking for a friend

Maybe Pyrite is metal smithed using our soul gem as a catalyst instead of being made directly from our soul?

Either that or Bella really went to town on Holy End us.

Grond fucked around with this message at 21:40 on May 18, 2022

# ? May 18, 2022 21:08

Aabcehmu: Apr 27, 2013; Confusion As a Natural State of Being

Sawyer9000 posted:

Has anybody suggested using the suitifier on the case of the moloch buster thus turning the case into a suit allowing access to the big nuke gun?

The case and the moloch buster are one item while the moloch buster is sealed, I think?

# ? May 18, 2022 21:12

Randalor: Sep 4, 2011

Aabcehmu posted:

The case and the moloch buster are one item while the moloch buster is sealed, I think?

I think so, wasn't it said that doing that would just result in a Moloch Buster suit inside of a sealed metal suit cover?

# ? May 18, 2022 21:59

Aabcehmu: Apr 27, 2013; Confusion As a Natural State of Being

Yeah, I think until we get the moloch buster unsealed they are inseparable and suitifying would produce a sealed suit (and thus not really be helpful).

# ? May 18, 2022 23:13

FAT BATMAN: Dec 12, 2009

I don�t know why y�all are so obsessed w using moloch buster. Consider how many crazy-broken OP skills/abilities we already have, and how every time we play one of those trump cards, it comes with a backlash that just makes us more hosed up. Like, that recent situation where we gave ourselves a diamond mind to manage our anxiety, and even thought we had the best case scenario of having it naturally wear off in a low anxiety situation, it still hosed our head for a bit.
I bet you anything that firing a moloch buster causes crazy Corruption/Mutation Buildup from the radiation it charges, and wearing as a suit probably causes buildup too. It could also be one of those suits where it�s super powerful with great DR, and the radiation is contained in the suit, but if the DR is ever penetrated, you risk it going off on you or becoming a walking elephant�s foot.
In my mind, the best use of the moloch buster would be if we ended up in a situation where a trader had something of equal rarity/power in their shop, and we could trade them a legendary S-rank artifact for a legendary S-rank artifact that�s actually good. For example, I�d trade it in a heartbeat for that armedmani suit.

Edit: it�s possible that I�m vastly overestimating how dangerous the buster is, and it�s more comparable to the Fat Man from Fallout (very mini nuke with very small AOE for how big the boom is w very manageable amounts of radiation) than say the Davy Crockett from MGS3 (vaporized a large facility and irradiated the surrounding settlement, had to be fired from miles away to not be caught in the blast).

FAT BATMAN fucked around with this message at 00:25 on May 19, 2022

# ? May 19, 2022 00:00

Randalor: Sep 4, 2011

I think it's more because it's a sure way to deal with... well... Moloch.

# ? May 19, 2022 00:13

Aabcehmu: Apr 27, 2013; Confusion As a Natural State of Being

I don't want to actually fire the Moloch Buster barring some exceptional preparations. I genuinely want to see if we can suitify it, in the hopes of maybe getting a suit that either buffs our attacks with Nuclear damage in a more controlable manner, or maybe gives us Nuclear resistance.

# ? May 19, 2022 00:47

t3isukone: Dec 18, 2020; 13km away

In the new information since our last Lordly Weather, I think Hider should be Pearlfall since she apparently has the Moon Pearl relic. (Though Rainflare might also be her, since she's also associated with rain/thunder?)

Fluid Gales used to be Fluid Showers last time...so pretty much confirmed as Bleeder, and also I don't like that one bit.

# ? May 19, 2022 03:00

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# ? Jun 5, 2024 07:27

Black August: Sep 28, 2003

The case is so heavy. But you keep ascending. Climbing back up of course only takes ten seconds as opposed to the ten minute descent, and you peek back down the hatch one more time while holding your powerful lungs against the vanilla-rot reek. You seal the top with the valve, and swallow the mostly-fetid air in relief. You got the package. You're out. You-

The Silver Mind posted:

It's going to be buried. It's going to be forgotten in collapse. You have to get out, now! The sky is heating!

You blink against the silver reflection, and suddenly break into a run with burning lungs. It's so QUIET. Just the eerie black of the unfinished overgrowths and underlit green, but with it comes now the distant sound of something soft, heavy, dreadful. This isn't stable. The currents are ripping it up, just enough to give the half-dead building the idea of a true burial at last. Every now and then you'll hear a gentle crush, as tons of soil and structure suddenly gives from something above. The air, it's getting more stale and hot! THE TOP IS BEING SMOTHERED!

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][60%] [GONNA BE BURIED ALIVE]

You have to get the hell out of here as fast as possible! You know the way up is obvious enough, especially with the reflected clarity of the Silver Mind. But you need to go fast, and your body is hurt and slow! You'll have to tough it with the full of your systems. You touch, pop your bones, get, set, and panic into a screaming truck-charge of ascent. Your body just needs to...

(ST - Powerclimb & Debris Tossing) 25 - [5]+[1]+[2] = 8 - Success!
(DX - Juryrigged Parkour) 11 - [3]+[4]+[2] = 9 - Success!
(HT - Losing 20 HP At Once Is Biologically Stressful) 15 - [5]+[3]+[1] = 9 - Success!
^{[-1 HP]+[-4 FP]}

HP: [ 3 / 25 ]
FP: [ 7 / 15 ]
ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%] [I'M GONNA MAKE IT]

Despite the massive blood loss, despite the heavy case, despite the intense stomach pains, despite the headache from the pain of clarity, despite the batshit terror of having half the context, despite a dozen near-death experiences, your body somehow obeys every screaming coordination made between your reddened muscles, central nervous, and thundering lungs. You leap to climb stairs, smash through doors to apartments, skid-stop turn-drop from collapsed hallways, escape the sudden tilt of an entire stairwell before it simply crumples into an earthburst, shatter glass after glass to plow past entire walkarounds, and runspeed yourself out at last to the topend layers of the lonely grass apartment halls. You're going to make it! But when you manage to climb up the last sewer grate to get back into the underflow, you find that it's a world changed.

The waters are pudding with ash. Dense dense soft soft. It's blowing in gale from the halls above, flowering down thickly from the hole you need to quickly climb back up through. The ash is so fine! It's powder-like and brown, warm with strange little red colorations. You leap exhausted the final time with your heavy cargo, and catch on to go into those sad halls at last. You escaped. That's good.

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] [Yay]

But there's an ash storm. Plus the ground is gently quaking. Also it's getting uncomfortably hot. And there's still the risk of collapse if you don't haul rear end out fast first. You think that five times fast and turn it into the quick of a trick out of the ruins, charging with Red's shroud wraith-filter around your entire head, the shield used as a mild umbrella. What's going on? The sky is whisper silent, but it's clearly raging with trembling angers and ash thunders behind the clouds. You make the last way out to walk right into a whipping wind that scathes. Your defenses prove ample for the first strike, and you take to ground to try and asses. You're back right again, fourth for the first time where you came into the cult apartments on arrival. The hide by the building proves fruitful, as you sweep into clarity and out of the current to do a full assessment. What is going on?

First. The case. It's hot. Really weirdly bad hot and oh no it's probably radiant. Don't panic. You're absolutely radiated. Just, focus.
Second. The case has to go to Fire Joker. Get rid of this cursed thing.
Third. She'll get you the bag. She'll make it worth your while with a room or else a promise will be tested.
Fourth. The bag goes to Paprika, and then finally it will be cool and you can pass through to get back into the Rivergreen safely.
Fifth. You can't do any of this right now with the storm!! It's getting actively worse, and you need to assess it next.
Sixth. Spend the night here if it's safe to wait the storm out. Get the rest. Heal. Fresh safe back to Paprika. Infinite hot water shower...
Seventh. YOU ARE BEING RADIATED!!!

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%] [Nay]

The storm! Ash. It's falling. It's accumulating rapidly. The air is becoming life-ending, which means you're trapped with one more nightmare of bodily exertion. You WILL NOT go back into the southeast apartments. Fire Joker is going to have to come to you. You can't go into the southwest sink anymore. The northeast is sink too, so... you need to charge to the northwest apartments and pray there are Backup there who remember you, and more importantly, no current to get stuck inside of. You begin the scuttle and plow past the now inches-thick accumulation of warming darkness.

The ash is giving off heat for sure, and the more that falls, the higher the ambient temperature rises, and the harder it becomes to breathe and see. Why is the ground shaking? You can't worry about that: just run for the northwest entry! But you have to try to remember the way through the haze and the daze, and you're so tired and tense. Please. Please! You close your eyes against the loveliest sound of ashfall, and pray with the clean of a silver reflecting all that your third eye has seen. Focus. The meditative mirror. Purity of clarity and recall under all tensions. Give love back to that promise. This beautiful mind. Relax...

(!ESP β) 11 - [4]+[2]+[4] = 10 - Success!

You exhale with tears welling up as you open your third eye fully, and trust it with your face gauzed against the warm death. It's distorted by the bend of the silver reflection, but what's there is clear. You orient against the single catchsight of the ferris wheel through the thick clouds, and know where to go to find the pipe the old clown once took you through. You know with dread that this will be your first time doing it, the second having already happened first, but you'll trust the reflection and seek shelter against current and storm. The ash is knee-high now, dunes drifting in quick while the temperature soars to the first of the low hundred degrees. Red's love. Red's dearest gift she wrapped you in. It's saving your skin from the murdering hot. You can't bear the true of the ashfall, but you'll survive the first of it and get to safety all because of your Camp Counselor. Shield and shroud both guard as you step around the sullied paintpool, hanging left to find the many rows of art booths, vendors, arcades, minilofts, and all the other lost projects of the seven cults. What they are right now is a collection of obstructions between you and the goal, since many of them help heap and direct ash into rapidly growing piles. What was knee height one minute ago is now waist. Some dunes already grow past the head. You're absolutely not going to make it before it's buried you alive. No way. You... you think of the sweeping motion, of how gravity moves. You think maybe you can force one last harm out of your body to survive. You gotta, right? This ash is burning hot and falling fast and can't be slain fast enough. You'll have t-

The Silver Mind posted:

Oh.
Yeah.

You withdraw the blade of fire-eating wood in place of your goldened sword, and slash it savagely at the dune before you. The air immediately clears in a vast swathe in front of you, dissolving the ash with a great crackling burst of fireworks light. Okay, that's an immediate bowel-untying relief. You put all that nervous energy into charging ahead while slashing mad at the storm, attacking with all the killing intent of a bug trying to murder the sky. You create a brilliant cloud of sparking ashdeath, the blade eating its nature of Fire effortlessly. It's exhausting and it hurts, but you manage to plow a snowpath through the now three-body-high bury of the ashes. It's nearing 400 degrees. That's your fatal limit past which the shroud isn't a help, and you'll begin to rapidly die. So you begin to run while sword-swiping a way through.

(!Tyranny) 18(-5) - [4]+[3]+[4] = 11 - Success!
(HT - Exhausted Swordrun) 15(-5) - [1]+[4]+[5] = 10 - Success!!

It's not about the speed or the sword. It's about the pacing. Run, charge, slash, twist, back into run, charge, slash, twist, all while changing direction, angle, velocity, ferocity. It hurts, bad, muscles dried and burnt while sweat begins to evaporate with the speed of dehydration. The air scalds. The ash is towering. Run, charge, slash, twist. But then it comes into view, the tall call of the last sanctum, and with it the slashsend to east side where that damned tube is. You'd miss it, but you can see it clear in your reflection how far from the wished-away front door it once was, upon your second time, and here you are now for the first to bring one last terrible motion, gentle and sweeping, powered by the little last of your Lordslaying blood.

「Dark Wave」

HP: [ 1 / 25 ]
FP: [ 2 / 15 ]
ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] [I'm... gonna... make...]
^{[-2 HP] [Dark Wave]

[-5 FP] [Running + Swording + Overheat]}

Blown away, up the wall in a great sudden waterfall of sparks and swirls. You fall over from the force of the wave's upswing, pushing yourself up with the very final of your adrenaline to crawl panicked into the ventilation tube, dragging yourself with gasping sweating perishing mania. You're spat birthed out into a pile of plant matter, back once again for the first time in the bowels of the displaced building. It's lovely dark, and you crawl to a corner after first throwing the radiant cargo into a far corner, and propping the Ashtheft up to be blocking the tube with a cleaving edge, such that all the ash which falls in through is quickly eaten away by the blade's aura. You sink into the soft decaying matter and revile, screaming relief and pain over the insane exertion of the last hour. Your body is begging for you to give, but you ignore the six-pack, garbage bin, and central nervous to quietly rest up and make yet another sorrowful demand of your troubled trash bin and compromised cranium. You need to mend. You need to limp upstairs to the finish line. You beg your biology. Remember. Remember that moment terrible into relief when you first consumed the bubblegem pods. Flood the blood...

(Bubbleblood II) 13 - [6]+[4]+[1] = 11 - Success [By 2]!
Healing: 2d+2 = 12 HP healed!
^{[-2 FP]}

HP: [ 13 / 25 ]
FP: [ 1 / 15 ]
ANXIETY: [ X ][20%] [I really am going to make it!!]

You pass out, sobbing in relief along with your heart parasite as your veins refloods with fresh vigor. You startle less than half an hour later, your collapsing body refusing to rest until you're completely out of danger. Get up. You have to keep walking. Only a little further through the lonely black. Stand. With intent.

FP: [ 4 / 15 ]
^{[30 Min Rest = +3 FP]}

(WL - Keep Moving) 20(-5) - [5]+[3]+[1] = 9 - Success.

With creaking bone and ground muscle, you rise back out of the plantbed, your sword dragged as you go collect the package. Almost there. Almost there. Keep moving through the reflection of the Silver Mind. Think of the hot shower, the warm bed. Think of relief. You limp with your gilded sword's help, passing through the underground area made up of dirt piles, scaffolding tunnels, wood boards, metal debris, and the consistent overgrowth of little green vines. There too is the dark medical metal surfaces, as well as the dullgloss stones of pastel colors, like the other structure. Intersections of displacement, untold puzzles of worlds before cobbled into the shapes that they pray nobody inspects too closely. You make sure to NOT pass too close to the room with the vines, because unlike your second time, this time it's been weeks before the first visit and the vines have grown disgustingly hostile and dense. You scurrylimp with head down, thanking God for the clean cool air of the interior, while the outside continues to accumulate the deadly ashsnow. Soon you find the escalator, choked with ash drifting down in from grates above, and slowswing your slaysword while your arms cry out with frightening pains. But the bubbling of your blood has given you a genuine second wind, and you ascend back out into the first time familiar of those dusty marble halls and neon lit walls.

For some reason, you're thinking about him again. About his smile in the candlelit dark. About the secrets you shared for those desperate weeks. You held hands. Every time your heart would begin to race, you'd reach out and his wing would be folded into your arm. Just like when he caught you. When he saved your life. You were supposed to die falling off of that boat, but he caught you. He caught you.

You didn't catch him.

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] [I made it. Nobody else. Just me.]

You slump past the darkened art exhibits, and all the lonely corpses of projects never to be done. The stink of a sad old clown rubbed up on clown cordials stings your memory, your body seizing at the thought of the Social still to come. Please, God. Let them mercy you for a rest. Let them just say awesome show good job and pull the blanket over your bloodied bones. You know that's a lie, because this is your first time, and you already know what's happened before you were ever here to begin with. Somewhere behind you at this exact moment, a Sun is splitting and it's never going to stop. It's there, forever equidistant before and ahead and around you, splitting. For the war to be won...

The reverie ends when you come to the familiar back passages that'll take you to the pleasing blacklight lobby where you can escape to the safe of elevated flooring. You smile off, refusing the tears fighting so hard to tear their way out of your terror dry eyes. You're hurt and lonely and confused and hungry and filthy and sad. Focus. Before the Dark closes in with the wear of its crown. Please. Focus. Stop thinking about his red hair. Stop thinking about that poor sweet old witch who only you two ever stooped to speak with. Stop your heart before it goes All-White. You inhale the ashen-stale airs, and hurry on to the end where you find the lobby last.

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%] [Phone...]

There, the top level has the steel elevator without buttons; the plain lavender intercom with phone rests beside it, the small crystal install glowing on and off with a rainbow shift glint. You swallow and approach the phone with a cramp, dropping the radiant case with a weary worry as you approach that final hate: using a phone. You've never, ever liked it. Hate it. So uncomfortable and awkward. But here you are, bags packed and payment made for your hotel room stay during this most dreadful weather, and now you're at reception where you have to- to what. Superstar? Yeah. While you're ready to cry and puke from ash and adrenal cooldown and etc etc. God. Just the hot shower. Please. You grab at the phone, completely unsure of what you're going to do. When you put the receiver up, you immediately feel a psychic ping bop your brain, before a divine interlink recognizes you in full and then gears up the magic part of the system to relay your voice (as well as general intent thanks to the design, which seems to have been done by a one 'Bang Bang' going by the mark on the phone case). You wait. Dead air. Didn't the clown do something? Is something supp-

"Check check check check. Who?"

...wh, oh! Uh, uhmm, it's, hi. This. It's- (poo poo. poo poo. Who were you? You're so tired and nervous you need to be a Superstar but that wasn't the ID, come on come on pleeeeeeasssse)

(IQ - Is It Possible To First Remember The Second Time?) 10 - [3]+[2]+[4] = 9 - Success.

One tear dribbles past the corner of your eye, as your brain clicks with relief. Pax! Pax! It's Singer! This is Singer. It's Singer. You have to keep saying it because you remember your voice and how hard it is to be clear and you're so nervous and-

"Ssssss........... ssssssssssssssssssssss. S?"

(IQ - what) 16 - [4]+[2]+[6] = 12 - Success?

You blink and wait. What is he-

"SING. SING SING. Stall-Scream! Starpill pro!"

YES! Yes! Yes yes it's you! You're hunched over and swaying around as you clutch the phone with belly-soothing relief. Pax, and you remember! That shouldn't be possible, and both of your know that, but you can't speak about that no matter how hard you think about it, because that happened the second time. First of all, you need to get up, and you interrupt with a plea - Fire Joker! FIRE JOKER. You got stuff for her, but, but the storm, and, you need help, and, and-

"Pro, it's Pax. Superstars get in. There's ash party, so come up and scrip. I'll let the doors open. Bathroom is clean clean so you don't gotta fear stall scream. Just give me the long for setup and inform and you're inside. Fire Joker will get the All-Call. This is click."

Click. Line is dead. You hang up the phone and collapse, shivering uncontrollably from the emotionally supercoaster you're barely coming into station for. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You did it. You actually DID it. Clean clean. Soon. literally. You got the package, escaped with your life and sanity, got past the storm, and you're now safely safely in somewhere familiar that you're excited to experience for the first time. Yeah, you feel like there's going to be social, but you pray that you have enough of the credit social to spend to make your way to a clean ending here. You have to treat this with some wary, but you have just enough shreds of confidence in your artifice to be able to navigate it to a refresh. You just need to pray. You've had nothing but success, so you have to walk it the last few steps to goal. When the doors open a minute later, you get up with a sudden panic and realize you need to deal this cleaner. The bathroom is good for no stall screams? Perfect. You ride up with plenty of room, exiting into the hallway of,

Ash. Ash. Ash. Ash. Ash.

Oh God.

You hold down the vomit. You can't see clear. It's blurry and the ash is wet with mold and something sick and you need to escape to escape to the right. Go to the right. The Silver is there to reflect the yellow away and you need to go to the right before your scream and it's all over. It's going to know and it'll be End. You need to go to the right but you're curled up on the floor of the elevator holding back a pukescream, a weeping cry of ugly loathing of your final rest being stolen by this lovely yellow hall. The doors are opening, but it'll take minutes before you can squeeze out. You have to not vomit before then, and you hold your breath while shaking so hard your nearly seize and crush your own spine with the tension.

ANXIETY: [ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][70%]

You swallow so hard your throat distends and almost tears a muscle. You can't blink. The hall is too disgusting to allow that. You have to feel the ash sting you as you hold onto the woodblade for dear life. The harsh light shows how the window is blown open, and ash spills inside, and nobody has EVER lived here, and this is where you come to die alone in a 999 degree apartment of yellow mold and Dead Ends. Lying on the floor to cry and scream while vermin crawl into your blood and a forgotten apartment becomes a tomb. You have to go to the right, but the nightmare is crushing your spine and making your brain overheat as the ash begins to build up. You have to stand with a half-revived body, and go to the right, and not make a sound. You have to go to the right. The bathroom is where you save. It's where you seal yourself into an altar on which tension is scoured away. Please. Your heart will go mad if you don't get up and go to the right. You have to walk.

(WL - Do You Understand?) 20(-10) - [2]+[5]+[1] = 9 - Success.

Up. Up. Up. You stand up and fall over to the right so hard you SMASH your skull on the wall. Good angle - any more or less and you'd have snapped your neck. You stand up. You step and grab the door as you fall to the right. You can't go out into the hall with this noise- any noise, any noise, any sound, THE SMALLEST MISTAKE and it'll know and it'll End. You have to master it. You have it, to the right, the walk of it is ready. But you have to stand, silent, out into the violent, through that dead dead yellow hall bleeding ashfall, and then go to the right into the bathroom. Go. Walk. Focus.

(PE - Vertigo Chokeslow) 13 - [4]+[6]+[2] = 12 - Success.

Ok. Ok. Inhale. Airs of mold. Ash and old. Deadwarmed cold. Think. Let your legs move, while your senses betray the loving awful of this hating hall. You're out, and now you just need to go to the right with silence. That's it. You're inside the hate now, walking on scalding brown ash as the walls wet to death with thickening molds. You walk out, and everything is dead, and you can't see it or else they'll always be dead. Their corpses will be a color of the molds, and it will never stop looking at you with that unspeaking hate. Just walk. To the right. Silent. Don't fall...

(DX - Walk.) 11 - [5]+[2]+[1] = 8 - Success.

Don't vomit. Don't vomit. Don't vomit. Don't vomit. Don't vomit.

(HT - Don't.) 15(-5) - [3]+[5]+[1] = 9 - Success.

Look at that. Look at that. So proud. So proud.

You put a hand to a door that wishes you'd have gone to the End of the hall to understand how intense hate can be, but then you're going somewhere that isn't that hall and can never be again, and you slam it shut behind you with grip to the lock before you sink down with the meltdown. A gun held up aimed out, tears boiling from your swollen ashen eyes, a burble of broken will, a body shaking beyond conscious control, uncontrollable prayer, and the final assault of your mind trying to convince you of why you deserve to be hurt like this forever.

(Disquiet) 10 - [4]+[3]+[2] = 9 - Success...

ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%]

No... NO! NO. Proud! Get up. Get up. Get up. Stand. Okay. Okay. Not now. Not now! Not now. So close. Please. Please. Please. So close to one victory, just be gentle and fight out the night for one more mile. Then let the hate speak out from the back of the black. Right now? Blue as goo. Get up. Keep up. Get to the mirror. No music this time, just the calm of water's flowsound.

Hell. You are not well. You lean down to wash up with the tear-provoking send of cool clean water, free of ash in magic piping just behind the walls as you drink and wash and clean under the sweetest blue lights. God please let it be sanctum. You can't be here forever, but let it save for now. You groom and sway, falling over at times with your tense weary. You put on the Kadath silks. So clean. You military mantle Red's shroud. You proudly tri-display your three blades. You carry the package like business luggage. Eventually, with all pitstop inclinations settled, you're ready. You walk slowly to the door with Parade regality to back you up, and pop it open to step into... a cool blue hall. Lit scarcely by a few half-dead electronic displays and crystal gens, crowded with plants that seem a little too eager to suddenly face towards your case with growing desire. You act like nothing is wrong about this all-wrong, and saunter Superstar to the end of the hall. The glass is holding, but shows clear heat damage that it seems to be repairing as it suffers. The storm rages on hot. So hot you can feel it on the walls. Okay. This is it. You're going in. Pax will vouch and make it Pax, right? Pray. You remember, for your first time, on that party night. Right? In this door, left unlocked. Little hall with a window. The apartment door. Music booming behind it. The Silver Mind is clean again, resonate with some memory it's aligning with. You have to open this door and do your deal. You have to be Superstar. When you walk in, there's going to be people inside you'll meet and greet. Some you'll know. Some you won't. You crack bones and smooth hair before you knock-twice on the door and turn the know with the slow and sure.

Hello hello. Singer is here.
Hi hi, Backup. Who are you?

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