"Today's seminar is about a subject near and dear to my heart: Reality Benders. Type Greens. Mary Sues. Bixbies, Shapers, Wizards, Gods, Devils, Outside Observers, call them what you will, these are the guys that change reality based on perception and willpower."
—Transcript of Dr. Clef's Seminar, "Reality Benders and You: How To Survive When The Universe Doesn't", SCP Foundation
PHASE 4: The Child-God Sadly, the majority of Type Greens will end at Phase 4. During this phase, the reality bender becomes obsessed with the power it possesses and will attempt to utilize it for personal gain at the cost of others. This phase is marked by reduced empathy for other humans, inability to accept personal faults, and increased megalomania.
Although warning signs are numerous, the key aspect of a Phase 4 is the use of their abilities to manipulate other humans. Teenage and young adult Type Greens will typically use their abilities for sexual purposes, while children will attempt to make strangers their "friends." Older adults may attempt to manipulate others for love or financial gain. Although a few cases have resulted where the Type Green then reverts to Phase 3, 99% of them will remain at Phase 4 until eliminated. For this reason, Phase 4 Type Greens should be considered Threat Level 5 (Immediate Threat) and eliminated immediately.
I shelve physics texts under 'Fiction' in the library, I consider the laws of thermodynamics loose guidelines at best.
— Vaarsuvius, The Order of the Stick
I can turn the greyest sky blue!
I can make it rain, whenever I want it to!
Oh, I can build a castle from a single grain of sand!
I can make a ship sail on dry land!
— The Temptations, "I Can't Get Next To You"
Crichton: How did I get here?
Haloth: Oh, the words I need elude translation's grasp. Suffice to say... I simply wished you here.
Did I ever tell you my favourite colour was blue?
— Sutter Cane, a split second before turning the world his favourite colour in In the Mouth of Madness.
Aerith: I thought you'd be happy. You were the one who thought something was odd.
Namine: That was BEFORE Axel agreed with me.
Axel: It is werepires; I am right.
Namine: I know you're right. But you shouldn't be! You are a dangerous, psychotic douche! The sheer force of your insanity actually warps reality! Earth changes to accommodate your insane view of the world!
Axel: Sorry, what? I'm kinda fighting a shark right now.
Namine: GRRRRRRRRAAAGGGGHHH!! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!
Not far away, a Crooked Man is smiling a crooked smile...
His name is Mad Jim Jaspers, and his mind is a dark amusement park alive with nighmares. Everyone has forgotten about Mad Jim Jaspers: the extradimensional agent called Saturnyne, she has forgotten. Captain Britain, the superhuman from an alternate world, he has forgotten. And that was a mistake of terrible consequence.
He lets them savour their triumph a moment longer, and then his mind opens like a floodgate... the insanity within sluicing outwards... it ripples outwards across the nation, a tidal wave of writhing lunacy. It engulfs everything- and everything it engulfs... becomes crooked...
Matter is created when I want, where I want, because I want.
— Jaime HR, Cronicas De UP.
Where there are many of us, the world is as we want it to be. Of course, there aren't many of us anywhere but Arvarokh... We like beautiful people, so Arvarokhians are beautiful. Their eyes have the same color as ours, because we like this color. They are taciturn, because we are not interested in hearing their ramblings. They are active, because we like discussing their doings. We live alone, but our elders come to Arvarokhians to die and enjoy these creatures — they are the pinnacle of our common workings. Arvarokhians like to die, because they believe that each of them may be reborn as a burivukh. This is but a superstition, but sometimes we believe they succeed.
—Kurush, a burivukh, Labyrinths of Echo
How’s this for a mouthful: corduroy capers blooming on roof of a tumbleweed cave made entirely out of applesauce and flamingo feathers. Done saying that? Discord’s done doing that. Or, he’s done it. He has brought the sentence into being, and watched as it slowly rolled away, a mess of chaos. Life’s a snap for the old Draconequus, and with a click of his fingers he could turn the world into modern art, or just coat it in a layer of raspberry jam and toffee chunks. Things have gotten a lot more fun since he broke out of that old statue. At least, in his opinion it has.
—Fostering Intelligence, a My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic fanfic
Let me try to explain this in terms your primitive intellect can grasp. He's crazy. Even the Q recognize a common consensual reality, a certain metaphysical bedrock or foundation that transcends even our own infinite command over time and space, energy and matter. The alternative is utter chaos, and we all understand that. So do the Organians and the Metrons and the Douwd and all the other truly advanced intelligences. But not 0, not anymore. He's different now. He doesn't recognize any reality at all, on any level, except his own twisted perceptions, which means he's free to distort the fundamental underpinnings of the multiverse to an absolutely unthinkable degree. The observer affects the observed, Picard. Even your own quantum physicists know that. So 0's insanity grants him an insane amount of power. Does this make any sense at all to you, mon capitaine?
The ability to manipulate boundaries is a terrifying ability capable of fundamentally undermining reality. As far as we know, everything is built upon the existence of boundaries. If there was no water surface, there could be no lake. If there was no sky line, neither mountain nor sky could exist. Were it not for the Great Barrier, even Gensokyo itself wouldn't exist. If there were no boundaries, everything would probably exist as a single enormous object. Thus, the ability to manipulate boundaries is by logic an ability of creation and destruction. It essentially creates a new being, or rejects the existence of a being. [...] It's said that this ability is not limited to physical space, but also applies to pictures, others' dreams, and even stories.
—Hieda no Akyuu, on Yukari Yakumo, Touhou
Reality has exiled me. I am no longer bound by its laws.
— Ixidor, Reality Sculptor, Magic: The Gathering