Destroy The Godmodder

I need more people for this group attack. I thik I have 3.. I need MUCH MORE.

I am the once and future king.

I whisper to myself, in a foreign toung that vampires know not.... little do they know that I have had contacts with the Serbian fascists and the superior effectiveness of their abilities against Kebab... I just need to change the enemy type somehow...

I snap my fingers, and suddenly a smiling, kind-looking guy in a blue t-shirt walks up to Alice cullen (or Edward, if Alice is already dead) and offers them a tasty-but-otherwise-ordinary kebab skewer (or whatever the vampire'agreeable equivalent is). the can't resist such a tasty treat, can the—-!

1.337 seconds after the clueless victim grabs the snack, I burst out of some off-screen bush wearing a 20 year old Serbian army uniform complete with rockin' cool beret, wielding a bayonet-equipped AK-47 and loudly shouting    REMOVE KEBAB   . While still in mid-air I pepper the target with a hail of bullets, and brutally eviscerate it with the bayonet as I land.

Final Showdown.

Q&A: @herobrine: Just a note, even if he is, he's a good distance away, I don't think you guys need any more help anyways. @jindra: If Edward weren't currently being empowered by both the godmodder and the anti-monitor, Carmen would be able to take both, Overdeity status or not. He was really weak even before, especially for an overdeity, and it only applied within the bounds of Mary Suetopia anyways. @lord: Yes, there will be another one, and I shall link to it when it starts.

@everyone: Do you guys want to pile into herobrine's massive attack this next round? I can assure you that if enough of you join in on it, Goku, Sora and Arceus will pitch in too. I think that would be the most awesome KO in the history of DTG.

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The godmodder looks at jondanger, Maybe I’d be insulted if that weren’t the single worst insult I’ve heard all week. Herobrine unleashes the pain of having your teeth pulled… which has no effect on any of the PGs, and then Alucard shows up… only to get pounded into the ground by the godmodder before he can touch Cullen. Shiny tries to tackle Alice, but gets round-house kicked away from her for his troubles.

Dimentio’s bleeding out begins to release ribbons into the air, preparing for the final attack. Tabbune tells Carmen to dash for Edward, but Alice tries to knock Carmen back, only to get flipped into the floor by the intermediate god, then fireballed by tabbune. Good guy Greg tries to hand her a shish kebab, but she shoves him away, knowing what paradise intends to do. This does absolutely nothing for her because pillow’s whirlwind of fishy death rips her apart anyways.

Solar unleashes his punishment upon Edward, the godmodder is about respond, but gets tuba’s by spino, causing the attack to go through. Edward cringes, and is left helpless against the sudden blast from the almighty relish nuke! Edward goes flying backwards as the godmodder flash-steps forwards to smash spino’s tuba over the edge. Carmen charges towards the fallen vampire, quickly snatching the reset button and staff from him…

And then gets hit flat in the back of the head by a shot from the Blacklister, sending her sprawling forward. The godmodder dashes forwards, and grabs both items, before kicking Carmen towards you. He glares at you all. This could have gone so much better. All those plans, brought down to the ground. Not that it matters, you still haven’t foiled me. Now I’m going to do what I should have done long ago and bring my power to bear. The godmodder holds aghanim’s scepter in one hand, flips out the Blacklister, which has begun to crackle with mixed energies of light and darkness, and slips the disc into the slot. A massive beam begins being charged up as Sora, Arceus and Goku arrive on the platform.

Too late punks! I’m about to end this, once and for all! He unleashes the massive blast of energy… and the giant mecha of awesome jumps in the way, sacrificing itself to protect all of you. The massive spaceship explodes in a powerful blast, spraying raw memes everywhere, and sending Aghanim’s scepter flying off into the distance, down into the depths of the Sue army, which has fallen back, pushed by the gods and other denizens of the pantheon, the focus of the battle now rages at the gates once more, not far from your position, but attacks and certain heroes crazy enough to dive into the hordes of Sues are already breaking up the forces back here.

The godmodder stands up, still not done in. Edward Cullen is nowhere in sight, probably either incinerated or launched far away by the explosion. He looks at all of you, then up at the figure closing in from the distance, grins, and summons a golden dome around himself. He leans against the Blacklister, mockingly. Time to take him down!

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The Battlefield

Pursuing: 1 round

The Anti-Monitor [PG]

The Hill

The Godmodder: Hp:1/100: Aghanim’s Scepter, Universal Reset Button [shielded]

Goku, Arceus, Sora, Carmen Sandiego [AG]

edited 16th Jul '15 2:57:51 PM by pionoplayer

DTG Co Labs I can haz youtubes?

All hail the attack! I gather my efforts, putting my all into it.

Let us advance!

The Pen, Mightier than the Sword? Why not a Pensword?

I wonder if those mines I set up a while back'll do any good against the Anti-Monitor.

I produce three Psycannon bolts that apparently got left in one of my pockets, load them into a boltpistol, and fire two of them into the Godmodder's shields, the last remnants of His Eternal Majesty's power I currently possess creating an anti-psykic storm and screwing with his defenses to no end.

So I ended up GM-ing a thing, oops; http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870

Well, I guess I'll join in on the attack as well, if doing so will help it succeed.

edited 16th Jul '15 4:55:17 PM by InfinityRyujin

And so, It comes to this... For great T Vtropes, I FIGHT! tonight this nightmare ends!

I'm gonna post my contribution to the final attack after Herobrine makes his post. I'm heading to bed in about 1.5 hours, so it may take me a while to respond. rest assured, I have a great rant up my [CENSORED]! sleeve.

You know, that tuba attack worked a lot better than I expected.

It was also my last available attack, as I'm fairly certain two swords won't do a whole lot, and the fear toxin won't get through that shield.

With no other options, I throw all of my energy into Herobrine's attack.

I slip a cardboard box over myself and wait for the big finale.

Now, where's that popcorn?

edited 16th Jul '15 5:36:17 PM by TheSpinoGuy

Just so everyone knows, I won't be updating tomorrow to let everyone get a shot in.

Also, your post will not be counted if all you say is 'I buff the attack'.

you need to do an actual action with it. Anything at all. You could even team up with one of the gods on the hill (only one though, gotta leave them for the others, and only use them if you have absolutely no other ideas). Spino, you've been somewhat of a genius, I will be real disappointed if you don't come up with something good.

DTG Co Labs I can haz youtubes?

Initiating: LIBERA ME FROM TROPES!

Libera Me From Tropes

I start charging up.

When I came, all I wanted was to destroy the godmodder. Acting upon the mission I was assigned...

A mysterious liquid covers me, glowing purple, red and blue. Shining like a starfield.

My hand glows as I charge up.

Then, in this land of tropes, I fell to bloodlust. Multiple times.

The liquid now glows white. It also began to form angelic wings.

My hands glows brighter and more intense.

But, in there, I found friends. My allies. Those I hurt before in my bloodlust, but accepted me anyways.

So, on behalf of those who cannot fight today, I, a force without purpose, guided by a power beyond the fourth wall, will... DESTROY THE GODMODDER!

I launch a massive ray of pure mana at the Godmodder.

With this, I end this fight, and this madman's reign ends!

Not sure if I am supposed to initiate this, or if my post is enough for the Libera Me From Tropes.

edited 16th Jul '15 6:41:12 PM by Tabbune

T-th.....The-helm...

You just no ........no.... NOOOO!!!!

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Libera Me From Tropes

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Raw Rage, pours forth from my being. Rage, bourne off of thousands upon thousands of ragequits, memes, deaths, and the internet itself.

With one shout, I utter the phrase, LIBERA ME FROM TROPES, connecting every single other attack with these words into one, single, combination attack.

The largest charge, the most powerful sword in existence, and the most gifted, supernatural, and powerful users in existence.

   DO THE IMPOSSIBLE   

I ready the sword of promised meme's, and it begins to morph around my arm.

   SEE THE INVISIBLE   

Armament upon armament layers itself ontop of my cannon, much like the last shot fired in Black Rock Shooter.

   ROW! ROW!   

Aiming this gargantuan cannon at the godmodder, we, the united tropers of Tvtropes, fire our last agains the godmodder.

   FIGHT THE POWAH!   

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This group attack will be called the Libra Me From Tropes.

All this requires, is that you post Libera Me From Tropes

At this time, I want your character to fuse what you think defines you most as a troper, as someone who has fought the the Godmodder all this time, and as a man/woman who will not let the tvtropes fall under this madman's rule-

Fuse your feelings into a single attack, and fire. Everyone who posts the Libera Chain will be included in the combo attack.

The code for making the cry, is

' ' ' ' ' [[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2AxpaH56WY Libera Me From Tropes ]] ' ' ' ' '

Eliminate the spaces, except the ones between Libera Me From Tropes, and between the link and Libera.

I am the once and future king.

Libera Me From Tropes

I rise into the air, pure creativity surging through me.

   IT'S TIME TO END THIS!   

A gigantic paintbrush appears in my hands, and I begin flying through the air, around the Godmodder. First, I pull out a brick wall and paint a serpent on it. The serpent leaps off the wall and begins constricting the Godmodder.

Then, on the ground, I make some 3D art of a tank, which fires a beam of color at the Godmodder.

   TRY THIS ONE ON FOR SIZE, MOTHERGORILLA!   

I then paint a gigantic potato, which is holding a rainbow banana cannon. It fires the cannon with x10 the radioactive power that was released in the Chernobyl disaster.

Next, I paint a rain cloud over the Godmodder, soaking him, and then a huge lightning bolt strikes him.

   THIS IS FOR ALL OF THE CHAOS YOU HAVE CAUSED!   

Completely using the power of the Arcane Paintbrush, I swap it out for an Arcane Spray Can. I shake it up, and then spray a huge explosion right on the Godmodder. The explosion launches the Godmodder in the air, where he is then hit by another beam from the tank.

   AND FOR ALL THAT HAVE DIED IN THIS WAR!   

I spray paint another serpent, this time with a ton of laser guns attached to it, and wearing a unicorn's head on its head. It lasers the Godmodder, and then stab it with it's horn.

   NOW, DIE!   

I then toss the Arcane Spray Can, and pull out the Arcane Paintball Gun. I skillfully shoot a target on the Godmodder's head, which is hit by my Assistant's (who had just appeared here) Last Prism. B-boom... headshot.

   AND THAT WAS ONLY A SMALL PART OF THIS MEGA ATTACK! THE REST OF YOU, SEND THIS GORILLA BACK TO HECK!   

edited 17th Jul '15 8:25:25 AM by Jondanger23

Libera Me From Tropes

I unleash a massive blast of pure vitality energy. Regardless of what it sounds like it should do, this is enough energy to overwhelm nearly any mortal body that receives it, and many immortal bodies, too.

As a fully licensed magi-medical professional, Richard, I prescribe for you a large dose of humility!

Yes, I know that was totally corny, but it was also totally in-character.

SoundCloud

The count is 3. Everyone previously, Buff your attacks by posting the Libera call to arms!

If everyone joins in on this attack, then it won't be just one of use hogging the glory.

It will be ALL OF US. ALL OF US RAGING AGAINST THE GODMODDER

AS IT SHOULD BE!

I am the once and future king.

Libera Me From Tropes!!

You ever notice how the popcorn never lasts until the main event?

I remove the box and throw the bag away.

I rub my beard in contemplation.

My swords aren't going to dent that shield and, unless it isn't air tight, the Godmodder won't be breathing in the Fear Gas.

I reach into my aforementioned pocket dimension, searching for anything.

"Shark repellent? No. Root Beer? No. Rum? Afterwards. A copy of Twilight? *shudder* Why do I own this this?"

I dig in deeper before my fingers grasp something. "Hmm. What's this?"

The device I used to lure Godzilla to the battlefield in the firt place. So that's where that went. I scratch my chin before shrugging. "Worth a shot, I guess."

I press the button.

I chuck the device at the shield in the off chance it works before brandishing my swords and jumping into the Sue hordes, hacking and slashing with glee.

edited 17th Jul '15 7:47:58 AM by TheSpinoGuy

Let's do this

Libera Me From Tropes

Far away from the battlefield, my fishing mecha drops in some supplies for my hammerspace.

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Feeling the presence in my hammerspace, I burst O Ut laughing. I start floating as a hammerspace portal opens right onto Richards smug face. Out comes the true expression of what I find in tvtropes as a whole, CAMERADERIE. Out swarms a mega school of fish of all species, putting aside the relationships on the food chains for the similarity of being marine life. And like us tropers on the battlefield, they put aside any differences to destroy the Godmodder. Stonefish poison, jellyfish sting, swordfish stab, piranhas bite, and all the other fish do their own things as well. This is the swarm.

And true comrades buff each other. Therefore I bless all with terraria's well fed buff that is gotten from things like cooked FISH.

edited 16th Jul '15 7:23:10 PM by pillowmantis

Why is a yam attacking me?

I prepare a Salvo, a backup, so to speak. I return explicitly for it and will only do this one thing. Will I get the kill?...Unlikely. It is not a direct attack. It is humiliation. At best, it will bring down the barrier and allow the final attack to actually happen, I think. Then again, in OOC mode, the man who destroyed the Godmodder once can do so again, but I don't think an ultra-post attack will work here. Already went Tryhard mode once.

The Salvo in question is very unassuming. In fact, it is a TV, about as long and wide as my forearm, with a Lampshade hanging crookedly upon it. It is no artifact despite the implications, it is merely a TV with a Lampshade. All that is noteworthy about it is a built-in DVD recorder, with a disc inserted in. The disc itself has no noteable qualities whatsoever, bar what is recorded on it. The TV itself is directly powered by me, for the record.

I turn on the TV and begin playing the DVD-and from then on, know that the Narrative impact of playing this DVD allows me an energy shield that will prevent the Godmodder from (easily) coming my way, allowing me to do nothing more than stand and smile. The screen comes to life as the image of a cubical planet covered in bedrock makes itself known, and three masses come into view upon one of this world's faces. Some recognize it immediately as the world of God Craft immediately after the destruction of one of the Godmodder's most powerful, if not indeed THE most powerful thing he had ever summoned forth. Needless to say, he failed.

As it zooms in, three things become apparent. The first of these thigns is the Godmodder, but in a form that perhaps few here have ever seen him in. The form he took after the deal with an impossibly destructive being, one of the oldest being in existence (by virtue of being the oldest being in one of the oldest universes in existence). His left arm, his Godarm, is a claw of scarlet energies-his right arm's skin flecks off to reveal pure Corruption. He is also kneeling down, defeated thorougly.

There are two armies that face him. Or two groups, as one is barely an army. thirty-three does not account for an army. And yet, their one banner marks them as the Anti-Godmodders, and indeed, considering that there were some faces in the crowd here that are the same as there, anyone watching (and indeed there are some) can easily witness themselves there, as well as my...Former. Ugh. The other has three banners-Gamma, Delta, Omega-and isn't much of an army themselves either. The Legion of Godmodders, the final help.

The Legion move towards the weakened Godmodder...And spit upon him. And they spit and spit and spit and spit, a spit from every member, and some of it is pretty devastating. by the end of it, the Godmodder is absolutely drenched in spit. And yet, the Legion leaves this sorry sack for the Anti-Godmodders to kill, and they depart, satisfied.

The Anti Godmodders, an army of thirty-something, each one capable of great things themselves, stare at their Arch-Nemesis for a few seconds of utter silence on this completely plain and devoid bedrock cube. Nothing else exists upon it but them, him and the Bedrock. No sun nor moon in the sky, just stars. All is dead, because of the man in front of him. Millions of locals, and worse, millions of refugees from other worlds, foolishly seeking shelter here, of all places-granted, many of them find themselves in the TARDIS a small distance away, which does nothing of relevance for a while.

Then, without warning, the Anti-Godmodders strike, hard and furiously.

In review, it's enough to get some Combat Overdeities to just stop and stare. Many recognize that the sheer power of some of these assaults would be death for them, death in a manner of moments, and in a few cases, they are so powerful that not even their divine status would allow for resurrection. Fred Rodgers would fail, Dream would Fail, ALL would fail to this assault, if not from one than from many. A few stand out-a grand combo, a callback of immense power, diplomatic reasoning, the physics of an infinite being being exploited, and being trapped in the world of one of the A Gs, but finally, after a while of focusing and other shenanigans, my Former proceeds to top everyone present, and indeed literally blow the ceiling right out of the roof so to speak, and initiates an attack that is best described as, in a word, LONG. So long it took two pages to put it in. At one point, it skips to a two-second view of a multicolored girl in some blank space before cutting back to the killing blow-a massive sphere of Creative energy impacting the Godmodder while my Former rushes in, wielding a Severed Left Arm that itself wields the Infinity Blade. Up until that point, the blade had been underpowered and weak.

No-one thought it was underpowered and weak when Xi merrily planted it right into the Godmodder's skull. With considerable aid, of course. Xi let it sit for a second, and then flung the Godmodder right off the blade, flashing red when literally every other attack failed-tanked, and with great pain, but no actual damage.

He roared, screamed, voiced agony as much as possible in the only way possible. He fell into a hole in the Bedrock leading into the void. As his final act-for some banal reason-he removes the Godarm from his stump of a leg and throws it at the Former, which he catches. quite an odd move, considering the Former (and by forced technicality, me) have such an affinity for Left Arm Prosthetics ourselves.

A message comes up in chat to absolutely ensure, once and for all, the kill is true: "Godmodder477 fell out of the world thanks to Latio_Nytro."

Silence, for a long time. Nothing happens. Then, discussion. Idle at best, not even pertinent to the kill, the monumentous thing that just happened. One of them-the GM-even rolls the credits. It then glitches out horribly for some reason and people get a very quick view of what seems to be the Godmodder trying to blow his way through the credits.

Then, a deep magenta light shines through the cracks throughout the Bedrock...And slowly, something comes up, destroying the Bedrock, magenta tendrils, a half of a corpse. The godmodder...No. Godmodder Soul. Abomination that he is, he appears, livid, in a ball of pure corruption, which eventaully fades as he approaches.

It is quite obvious that he has gone quite thoroughly insane.

The Godmodder, in his new state, finds fighting off the next wave of attacks easier-except, of course, a single insult. Then, mental attacks wave home, and one of the descendants shouts that mental attacks are a weakness. Just as it is about to seem like an amazing Battle...The Godmodder goes nuts.

At this point, the real point of this video becomes blatantly apparent. It isn't about the Godmodder's failure. It is about the lowest point in his life, and reminding him of it.

The Screen focuses upwards, upon a bronze block descending from the sky, bronze with an orchid backdrop...Something terrifying waiting within its nest. Devious masters. once it descends enough that it crashes into the Bedrock below, three snakes of orchid appear-one cubical and made of pure coding, one a slithering demon with a W for an eye (or is it a sideways E?), and a third a mechanical cobra. They chat for a while, putting down the Anti-Godmodders. People shudder. The Binaries, these things...What they did made waves, very interesting ones. But the camera is not focused on them. It is focused upon Godmodder Soul, who is so gleeful at them. So...Happy. So happy at entities that he clearly despised for taking the plot away from him at literally every moment of his life. His hate towards them was nigh-infinite before, but it underwent a transformation in his madness, to love. He lost sight of his goals, all of them at once.

In any case, after some banter, the mechanical projection shudders out of existence, and exclaims something about one of his two power sources being removed from the picture...And quickly initiates some powerful ability, finding where the Descendants Are and quickly capturing them all, real-life and in-game. He chains them with the most powerful binds, locking them in the most powerful cells, and makes thinking at all impossible. Godmodder Soul, meanwhile, looks on at the mechanical projection, and asks it a favor-to join it, calling in a previous deal.

If The Godmodder had any shame in his past self he would be foaming at the mouth right now. Such stupidity. Those snakes would betray him at the drop of a hat, whenever it was convenient enough.

But worse, something lurked outside everyone's field of view, even the three Binaries, but not godmodder Soul-a streak of white. He completely ignored it in his madness, not even making mention of it, a looming threat only the OP Scale kept back in that fight, a looming threat that had, with the forced wrench of control that the Mate also instilled upon Binary, had finally been let loose, a Godzilla threshold beyond Godzilla thresholds: The Author. Best described as Deus Ex Machina's ultimate servant, this one carried with him a golden streak, carrying power of an unbelievable sort, the final attack, the penultimate of which made swift work of over ten million hit points.

Godmodder Soul completely ignored it.

The scene cuts a bit-the Descendants, locked away, as the Author approaches with the thirteenth rave, approaching the cell of Eric, his closest friend. In joint unison they expend the Comb Rave, creating Apothesis, and in joint unison Eric, and everyone elses binds, are instantly annihilated, gaining halos, as honey rushes forth and empowers them all. Reality flickers as it takes on more forms, infinite forms, all forms of reality possible, and even the almighty OP scale raises itself up.

I cut scenes a bit-The Descendants have assembled Spacecraft to fight the Binaries, while Godmodder soul hangs on, listening to the Descendants simultanously balk at his madness, causing Godmodder Soul visible pain and shakiness at his stupidity.

I'm going to spoil it: The Binaries did not win. However, at this point the random drone was shot down by a wayward bullet from one of the Descendant's weapons, causing the video to bluescreen. It cuts to a Rickroll, but I stop it before it gets very far.

I have shown the Godmodder his most lowest, dumbest, stupidest point, proving that, in all reality, he has no glory to his name whatsoever. If anyone knew him well, they would realize his victories as the Omega Plus Godmodder, in any major encounter he fought in, was currently a whooping zero-any fight against the Anti-Godmodders ending in faliure.

This will not be an exception, I believe.

I put the TV away. And I give the Godmodder a look. not just any look, I give him a magnificent, beautifully trollish face. The Trollkaiger and the LOL Rangers both stop all fighting they were doing to look at this, and every member sheds tears profusely, the beauty of this trolling, mindgaming scumbag and his face.

I don't even bother witnessing what happens next. I don't even bother commenting. I just leave, immediately. I really have no reason to be here anymore. Later, suckers.

Huehuehuehue.

ERROR! EXPLOSION IMMINENT!

Libera Me From Tropes

I take a piece of chalk out of my pocket, flip it into the air, catch it, and begin to draw on the ground...

a circle, then lines that shoot towards the Godmodder, and tiny creatures that hurl their 2D selves at the barrier recklessly, gnawing.

Chekhov's fecking Gun, you spineless snotrag.

Remember the first thing I ever did on this forum? Because I sure as hell didn't forget.

When everything changes nothing changes.

LIBERA ME FROM TROPES!

Looking back on what I've done in this thread makes me a bit sad. I've made many mistakes. I've become too narcissistic, I've been too insane, I've been too unfocussed. But...be that as it may, I've still done plenty of good things. I've done plenty of good things, even when I was narcissistic, or insane, or unfocussed. But now...now is a chance to make up for it. I need to assist my allies in order to make it up to them. This is more than Destroying the Godmodder.

Thank you, everyone, for all their creativity and fun in this thread. It's always a joy to see when someone has posted in this thread, to read their attack, what their character does, what irreverent action they accomplish simply for making everyone laugh.

Thank you, piono, for being understanding of me and everyone else here. It must take a lot of work and patience to make everything go according to plan, and I really appreciate you for doing that. I've had a blast with everything you've done.

My character is more than just someone who attempts to rectify mistakes, however. I'm the type of person who tries something new, completely unorthodox, to accomplish their goal. I'm someone who shoves pieces together in insane ways to get something. I'm someone who whether you know it or not, feels deep empathy for everyone on the field. I'm someone who is only slightly cocky (debately). I'm someone who wants to be a friend.

I begin phase 2 of my transformation, slowly growing, square-cube rule be damned. The ribbon's length begins melting into the night(?) sky, dispersing into the air. They keep getting longer, keep turning into the air, creating a vibrant pink area that keeps getting larger.

Finally, once they're done expanding, two colossal appendages grow from where they had been forming. Staring out pure and raw, simply muscle and blood, they begin forcing themselves to the sides of my body. They gain form.

Tentacles. Dark, black, writhing, raging, gravitating hell incarnate.

Okay.

The gash has now been sealed. Muscle, then skin, and a bit of bone I guess. But only literally, has it been sealed. Heh.

A portion of the fabric creates some loose wings at my back;somewhat angel-esque, but less curved, more angled. While not functional at all in Real Life, screw real life, I have imagination.

Also, the colour just doesn't match my new appendages at all, which is fortunately remedied when they turn darker. It eventually settled on a dark, dark brown.

The Sue's Diamond Sword has now been converted to The blADHD (blae-dee-eytch-dee). It is also coated in a layer of pink, though slightly brighter than the Storm of Ribbons. Now, let's mend that gash metaphorically.

I look back at the Anti-Monitor, almost here. I look at my fellow brilliant comrades, almost ready to unleash their perfect attacks. For too long have I been self-centered. While it's not like I'm going to completely ignore Richard, I think I need to hold someone else off, first.

I turn to the Anti-Monitor. I have no idea what that God-Mode Sue Bigger Bad piece of gorilla is doing here, but doing here he will soon not be any longer. A fraction of The Storm of Ribbons - about a fifth - goes back and envelopes him. I point The blADHD at him, at which point the tip begins glowing. This tip is now the most attractive (gravity-wise) object for all who are enveloped within the ribbon. Except me. I'm immune. I'm the one controlling it, after all. Also, if I'm allowed to do whatever, it only affects the Anti-monitor and what he's wearing. Which does not include the earth.

As you can probably expect, after increasing the gravity to about what one can expect on a neutron star shortly before it rips a hole in space-time, I tilt The blADHD to a 120 degree angle opposite from where it once was, then turn it off. I do this all before he can hit me. Probably.

Actually, it would be pretty amusing if that happened. Can you imagine, everyone about to attack the Godmodder, and then I come barreling backwards with Anti-Monity, and we pretty much clip whatever we can, probably killing it, and hit the moon, causing huge chunks to come flying out, hitting the earth.

Now, since the moon is cracked with such force, gravity can't react fast enough, so it all completely falls apart and rains down on earth. This also completely devastates the environment and causes volcanoes to erupt because of something I read somewhere.

Okay, maybe they don't erupt, but the ocean gets completely boomed up. Yeah, at the very least, it would cause huge waves to come at the battlefield. And then I rain down, with my space suit made of ribbons, imagination and atmosphere, and stab at the Godmodder with an item made of chaos, only dictated by my will. And then I can kill him from the Inside Out.

And then we'll get the universal reset button.

Actually yeah this all happens. But I shout for everyone to watch out first. I also attempt to get the trajectory right so we both hit the moon and clip Richard's head.

Yeah.

...

Thank you, everyone. This game is amazing, and couldn't have happened without each and every one of you. :)

Also this plays. Gravity Falls (and kinda Steven Universe) spoilers!

edited 16th Jul '15 9:39:23 PM by Dimentiosome

Also HOLY FaCKING SHeT!!!!!!!

Libera Me From Tropes

I take a moment to reflect upon the actions that have lead to this day. There were moments where I excelled, unparalleled in the field by all. There were moments where I fucked up and needed to git gud again. And there were all those moments in between. What did I attempt? What did I achieve? What could I have done better? What did I do the best?

There are so many variables in such complex equations involving the infinite universe theory.

No one true correct reality exists.

And I cannot go back in time to fix my mistakes.

So perhaps I have done all I can.

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I then kick the Godmodder in the balls.

TO HELL WITH WHAT SHOULD AND SHOULDN'T WORK, I HAVE THE POWER TO DO THIS!

edited 17th Jul '15 6:08:23 AM by engie

The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.

What's going on?! Do I just add that thing and then post an action?

ENGIE! Did you not read the tropes page? Kicking the godmodder in the balls NEVER works.

Sacred: Herobrine posted instructions on how to join in on the attack. follow them, and remember to be suitably dramatic.

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Libera Me From Tropes

Ah TV tropes... what a place it is. A place of metafiction, a crossroads of worlds. where characters of all stripes from all stripes of worlds meet and mingle... and us, the Tropers... the Vigilante Taxonomists who organize, describer and catalog the narrative and structural building block of the worlds... Truly a beautiful, infinitely valuable place...

and yet now...

I stare up the hill, at the plainclothes devil that has given thisworld such grief. A madman, capable of no empathy and no sanity. massively powerful, and thinking it gives him the right to own all...

and yet now...

Requiem æternam, Dona eis, Domine

He ha been almost laid low, two centimeters (screw imperial units) from death. and yet the madman still fights. His overconfidence will be his downfall!

I put my red army Commissar Cap (back) on, a symbol that I mean serious business.

Do the impossible, see the invisible! Row! row! Fight the power!

A myriad beings, ranging in power from lowly Terran mechanical engineers to those that are the gods of entire worlds, have fought by our sides. and through that, the seeming invincibility of the Godmodder and his tricks has been busted through!

I draw from hammerspace a massive !!!generic BFS of power!!!, weilding it high in my hands.

Touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable! Row! Row! fight the power!

This is the strength of the people! when the thousands that hold the tropes in their heart come to defend it!

Power to the peeps, power for the dreams

a beautiful land where one can indulge their interests for hours! A place built up world by word and brick by brick by those who love it!

I begin focusing power into my blade.

Still missing piece scattering, so incomplete

This land is not destined for a perfect final form, there always remains something to tweak or add or improve. and thus, there's always something to keep the community active!

what is missing from the great wiki's stewardship? a bunch of the most obscure series? Only a matter of time. though the demands of the mad god Googlethulhu ensure that certain dark materials remain forbidden, none would otherwise demand the tropers shrink from anything.

We be the most incredible soldier from underground

And this is why the world is against you, foolish Godmodder! you seek none but autocracy, a world of tropes catered to YOU ONLY!

my sword visually glows.

to defend the greatness and breadths of this great wiki, we all fight! stewards of this land, we see eye to eye with the gods of life and death! death is merely a punch to the arm compared to the nightmare of great Troperia falling! our drive is infinite, far more than yours!

I draw the great sword back preparing to launch my attack synchronized with everyone else.

'See how easy they all fall down

you are NOT invincible, Godmodder, or even close to it! And it's time we thoroughly remind you of that! ATTERO! DOMINATUS!

in sync with the rest of the atatck, I swing my sword with all my might, shouting Libera Me From Tropes! as loudly as possible. Suddenly, the Godmodder finds me right next to him, the sword crashing down in a great channeled burst of fire and thunder that no body should be able to survive.

edited 17th Jul '15 6:08:00 AM by paradisedj32

Libera Me From Tropes!

Suddenly, at the back of the group of Aspects,    Shadow    appears.

   "I can't believe I missed so much..."   

All seven Aspects, and Commander Protoh, see Herobrine start the mass attack, and take a fighting stance.

   "I don't know exactly what he just said, but let's take it on as a motto, at least for today. Libera Me From Tropes!"   

"Libera Me From Tropes!"

"LiberaMeFromTropes!

"Libera Me From Tropes!"

"Libera Me From Tropes!"

"Libera Me From Tropes."

The Sacred Spirit, being the wordless being s/he is, signs the motto instead.

Commander Protoh hesitates, then shakes his head.

   "Ah, what the heck. I'm just a soldier, but every fighter counts. Count me in. Libera Me from Tropes!"   

He and the seven Aspects of Unity rise into the air.

   "This has been going on long enough... You're the worst kind of villain...one who destroys for the sake of entertainment..."   

"You need ta' be taken down!"

"You've messed with the rules of this world for far too long..."

"You'veMetYourMatch!"

"Your defeat is inevitable."

"Too many innocents have fallen to your actions."

The Sacred Spirit simply draws a finger across their neck, determination in their eyes.

   "When you just hid in your castle, we fought amongst ourselves. I'm the last surviving soldier from my entire division. And I'm going to get my revenge on the source...you're the reason this happened!"   

All seven of the Aspects, and Commander Protoh, clasp their hands together, and draw them outwards, covering them with fields of their respective elemental energies.

   "It..."    "Is..." "Time..." To..." "Destroy..." "The..."    "Godmodder..."   

They let the silence hang in the air, then, suddenly, a single word is heard on the air, sounding like the wind itself spoke it.

"Now."

Suddenly, all eight of the beings lunge at the Godmodder, firing ranged attacks, and coming in for close combat, dodging strikes and returning blows. Razor-sharp leaves, fire, magic blasts, lightning bolts, beams of light, gravity wells, coils of darkness, rockets, among other projectiles, all come at the Godmodder from every angle imaginable as the Protectors of Reality all unleash their raw power upon the Godmoder. As each dives into the fray, they reveal their own reasons for their involvement.

   "This is for the Pantheon!"   

"This is for the electric shock!"

"ThisIsForDoingThisSeveralTimesBefore!"

"This is for destabilizing reality!"

:This is for everyone you've ever hurt!"

"This is for all the priceless Artifacts you've destroyed."

The Sacred Spirit signs, 'This is for the creatures you've killed!'

Commander Protoh brings up the back, his eyes glowing red, lunging through the air straight toward the Godmodder.

   "This..."   

He winds up a powerful punch, his fist wreathed in black fire, and sends it straight toward the Godmodder's jaw at an incredible speed.

   "...is for my MEN!"   

edited 17th Jul '15 10:42:30 AM by SacredSpirit123

*starts crying* This is beautiful, people. Beautiful

I am the once and future king.

Libera Me From Tropes

Really guys? I gave you all one job and you messed up. Look I know it wasn't your fault, update terminal and all, but if I wasn't in the middle of keeping my fake death believable, my remaining hand would be around your necks. Oh yeah and you kinda notified Omnversal Inc. when the ship blew up so enjoy the bill.

Suddenly with a thunderous roar, Omnversal arrives to collect, with five ships, that you guys know as Laittlecrusier's, they call "High multi model 1219." A familiar voice is heard on loudspeaker.

Greetings, you there with the hammer shielded on the hilltop you have been billed for the destruction of a high-end ship prototype and clean-up. Racking up a total charge equivalent to 1,000,000,000....

MANY MANY ZEROES LATER

USD and 5 direct concentrated energy cannon blasts, thank you for your business.

The five Laittlecrusiers charge up and fire all five of their Yamato cannons at the Godmodder simultaneously. Then as suddenly as they appeared, they leave causing a small quake. All bits of the Helm of Tropes are gone, taken by Omnversal Incorporated.

edited 17th Jul '15 9:27:15 AM by Laitome

Always trust a guy who says when he'll betray you.