Destroy The Godmodder

"So it is finally over..."

I hold my new book and flip through it.

"Time to work on... The project..."

With that, I vanish completely for... Development.

I pull out a cell phone.

Yo, Phil? Yeah, I'm calling in my favor.

...

Yeah. That one. You still have connections with CERN, right?

...

Okay then.

...

My what!?

I love making people think I know what I'm doing. Which makes you unprepared for when I actually do. And you have no idea which one this is.

edited 18th Jul '15 4:21:48 PM by Dimentiosome

Right, that's over. Damned if I'm doing that again.

Solar vanishes, and therefore a new person will be taking the reigns for TV Tropes DTG 2. And what are they planning?

Well I mean

It's probably not good

You know me

My work here is done. I ride the troupple king from shovel knight into the sunset.

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What an ending!

Two guys were asking so in answer, I am Jewish. Just not allowed to listen to music for a few weeks in the summer. Special thanks go to my non Jewish friend who posted for me when my religion prevented me.

edited 18th Jul '15 6:37:23 PM by pillowmantis

Thanks for a great game, everyone!

I have a personal epilogue to write, but I'm exhausted for a number of reasons, so I'll follow up on this tomorrow.

Farewell.

Well friends, here we are.

1 year, 3 months and 11 days ago, we started on this epic adventure, beginning with twin's distraction of the godmodder by way of tuba, and soon launching into the 342 and a half page epic that we all know and love.

Thank you, every single one of you, for posting and putting in the time and effort to read the updates (or even part of the updates, as I know that some did) and posting your own responses. I would literally be nothing without you all. In fact, all of you did so admirably that I was able to keep my crap together enough to keep this thing canon. (Extra super special thanks to TT2000 and twin for letting that go through by the way!)

Really, there's no decent way to recap. If I wanted to do a decent recap, it'd be ridiculously long, and to do this any justice, it would need to include all that could have been, but wasn't, because real life and other people get in the way sometimes, and in some cases (Such as the idea for an invasion of evil Barbie dolls I had in mind for a while) we're probably better off for it, although in others, such as dimentiosome's creativity charge, we can only sigh and postulate just how differently things might have gone.

But that's okay, because we did alright. In fact, we did more than alright. We did great. You guys were great players, and I at least assume and hope that I was a great GM (because otherwise I'm a Mary Sue with you guys as my impassioned following, and really, that would make me a hypocrite of the worst kind considering what the last event was.)

Because really, you guys were just as involved in the creating of this storyline as I was. It may seem like I came up with everything, but most of it never would've happened without the influence of at least one specific person, so, now that that's been said:

Thank you.

Here, I have a list of every single person other than myself to post on this thread. Down to the people who posted once and never showed up again. Now, I wish I could give a personalized sendoff to every single person, but that just isn't practical, and would probably become rather boring. What I wanted to do was go through and tally up significance and give titles to everyone who stood out above the masses in a particularly spectacular way, but that turned out to be unworkable as well.

So I present to you my best efforts, the list of players in order from the first to join, to the last appearance.

TwinTropers IndirectActiveTransport Jondanger23 IchigoMontoya ArmoredFury Trip fancywig EarlOfSandvich TheHailStormer ShaneBaneNeumann Raidouthe21st MicoolTNT PhilosopherStones TheHeroHartmut Jinxmenow OmegaShadowcry bugsniper TheAirman NevisYsbrid iamnotausername Dreigonix Dimentiosome Wordless_Summons bRaHiAn1 Philosopher DestroyHIM wereael LordHerobrine billybobfred h2obox Victin PrinceVertigo VampiricOne PowerfulKyurem Erelye Alceris Kayne WilliamRadarStorm AngryMacrophage Surt fseftr dreamgor djkates GrayCipher nbs4 Questor Zbse Cakeman trollllort deathsnake951 FracturedMancer Wyld [Insertgenericusername] Wolfarc732 CathariSarad Supergameman pillowmantis rawkhawk64 Creaturemaster Edrobot ShinyCottonCandy SacredSpirit123 JindraAG Lemurboy07 paradisedj32 The_Hyena_King Matheleticism SirIjona DarkestNightStorm BlueFireEyes GreatKaiserNui BlackMageAnolis Marp2904 InfinityRyujin Elementis ian5 shamu41 engie Mr_NES_Dude Laitome SymeSynth blobby789 Chaoscreeper Blackie DarknessAwaits The_Nonexistent_Tazz CobaltShade Amperzand zombiesanddanceoffs LimeKid iamsolarflare Thefeeding coolestardude OhBoyTime PastryPerson TooManyIdeas Derpysore LordOfTheSword TheGreatDuck Iawkbos MooGoesCow21 Tartar Augmentor-5L1 The_Mattias Bolded1 YOLOisfox FortisDelta 4maskwolf SmartGirl333 amethystcat jadafun noobblue2001 Lemurboy07 Waywardkingdomsoldier Moge-Ko TheSpinoGuy DatGuy KingFeraligatr

Now I have to admit that I do have one big regret, but I also have to admit that it's a really, really sappy one. That not everyone could be here for this final moment. If I could have had it my way, every single person on that list would've pitched in on the final attack, although all things considered, it's probably best that that didn't happen. Oh well.

I do hope that everyone that has posted at one point or another sees this post eventually, and knows that they weren't forgotten, at least not completely. Everyone contributed here (some more than others, true) to some extent or another, and the game would've been less than it was had we missed but a single person.

So here's to all of you, if we were in person, and this were the final banquet, I would raise a toast to the playerbase that made me one of luckiest GMs alive. It was an honor leading you in this crazy, convoluted mess, and it will be an honor creating as much of a mess as I can alongside the rest of you in the next session.

A little hint at things to come:

How many things can go wrong at once?!

No, that's not the godmodder.

Anyways, I am so glad to count myself among your friends, even if it is just as an internet friend. This has been amazing and wonderful and the most entertaining thing I've ever done.

So until Monday it is. And then the chaos begins anew.

Farewell. For now.

edited 18th Jul '15 8:28:23 PM by pionoplayer

I head to the nearest airport atfter packing some gear, preparing to depart for the Large Hadron Collider. It appears I have some spatial shenanigans I need to work out.

Until next time, Ciao!

edited 18th Jul '15 7:56:44 PM by Dimentiosome

On another, less sentimental note... I think that someone needs to work on making adaptations of all of the canonical sessions, but because it just wouldn't be justice if we didn't start at the beginning, it needs to start with DTG 1. The very beginning, the one made by TT2000.

I have a friend who might be able to help, but hey, this is a fan project that would most definitely be made of awesome.

Splash Text

"We're done.... finally.."

Collapsing to the ground, I travel to the Pantheon Vault, stepping over all the destruction in the way. With Felix already at it fixing everything, I make my way down that narrow railroad, the aftereffects of the fight still in the tunnels.

Coming to the walls, I greet a familiar sight.

"So you did make it."

"Took 650 otherworldly charges to do it, but it was made. You sure you don't want it?"

"In time, someone else will."

Passing by the figure, I hand the Sword of Promised Memes to an SCP Foundation member, who takes it deep within the vault.

"Make sure that NEVER falls into the hands of the Godmodder. Ever. I don't care who else uses it. I saw the way he eyed the sword back in that fight."

"If he ever gets it, we'll be the first to know..."

"...I"m sure we will be... It's been too long...

With that, Lord Herobrine melts into exhaustion, raising his eyes to the sky. Sighing one last breath, his skin begins to crumble as black evility leaks from his body. Melting and fizzling off of his form, Lord Herobrine is no more.

An obsidian sword lays on the floor. Somehow expectantly, another SCP member moves forward to claim it, but another man stops him.

"Mine."

Reaching down to pick up the sword,    Herobrine    sheathes it beside him, and walks off down the hallway.

"He's probably been assigned to the House of Gaming by now... With the meeting due...."

Looking up to the vault ceiling, he too, sighs.

"This isn't over."

At last... A sigh of relief.

This isn't over yet...but for now, a respite is in order.

And so, for what seemed to be the longest time, he disappeared back into the Void...

Ascent to Godhood: 0/1000 ]]

Ahh, is it done? It seems so unreal. He tried lifting up his hand towards the azure sky from the green meadow where it all started, but his hand didn't move. To think that Temporal Ascension ruined this body of mine. My body is eternal, it's unaffected by something like the Universal Reset Button, despite everything being reset, I'm done for.

Despite all of my efforts this doesn't seem like a victory at all. Merely a delaying of Richard's plans. He'll be back for sure.

What's with getting all sentimental and mopey? *Tsh* I can't believe someone like you could control me, if even for a moment.

As Tartar's essence faded away into space-time he knew that this was not the end. Merely the beginning of something far greater. I'll be back, no matter the cost. I hereby make this vow to last all eternity.

That's what I'm planning on, and when you do, I'll be right there beside you *chuckle*

The Party waves as everyone leaves, and then, picking up on Lord Herobrine's disappearance, and then Tartar's    Shadow    smiles faintly, thinking to himself,

   'You had a good run, friends...'   

He then rejoins the celebration, joining a line of the other Aspects in congratulating Commander Protoh.

"You did well, vanquishing that foolish Tyrant!"

Commander Protoh smiles, shaking Arkus' hand.

"ThatWasTheBestThingIHaveEverSeen!"

Commander Protoh, after slowing down what Galvix said via audio playback tools, tries to shake his hand, but realizes that making contact with a being of pure electricity would not be a good idea, much less in metal armor, so he opts to bow instead. Galvix cocks his head, smirking, and walks to where Arkus went to.

"Hah! That knockout punch was FIERCE! You're something!"

Commander Protoh grins ,and claps a hand on Fury's shoulder, and Fury laughs, heading to the others.

The Sacred Spirit, having uttered only one word, that which heralded the final attack against the Godmodder, simply hugs Commander Protoh, causing him to be surprised, but he returns it. The Sacred Spirit ends the hug and waves, joining the others.

You have done well. Were I to possess emotions, I would congratulate you further. Have this."

Neodyme forms a medal out of the liquid metal of his construct body, it appearing through his palm. He hands it to Protoh, who smiles, and Neodyme then walks off to the rest.

"I had wished there had been less casualties, but...eventually, we succeeded. Good job, Protoh."

Commander Protoh winces when Light mentions the casualties, walking off to the others after shaking Protoh's hand, but shakes his hand, managing to smile. At least everything was now as it should be with this world.

   "Hey."   

   Shadow    brings up the back, clapping a hand over Commander Protoh's shoulder.

   "You really shouldn't let Light's words bring you down. You're the man of the hour! I'm sure your men would be proud. I know I am."   

Commander Protoh smiles. and    Shadow    continues.

   "Besides, I know it won't mend the loss of our former soldiers, but I'll be adding a defense plan for that. And I see a Promotion in the near future! Now, c'mon. We have a Citadel to rebuild."   

Commander Protoh breaks into a wide grin, and he and    Shadow    move off to where the other five are. They wave, beginning to glow their respective colors.

   "Friends, warriors of this world, I hope you know this was not just a game! Of course, this was a world in itself! May we meet again, my friends! Farewell!"   

And, after calling out the names of whoever's left, there are multiple flashes of colored light, and the Party is gone, back to the Gardens of Unity. Hanging in their place is a group of words formed out of fog. It reads,

"We'll be back when we are needed."

And the words blow to the wind, leaving no trace of the eight mysterious beings from another Universe, except for a single red rose.

The End...for now

edited 19th Jul '15 9:41:52 AM by SacredSpirit123

that was beautiful... sniff....

An adaptation huh? as in a webcomic adaptation? that would be cool, but possibly impractical. Although, I do admit that I would love to see all our varied characters in graphic form. Sad that I currently cannot provide you any support other than moral.

Oh, and here's a little spoiler on what I'll be doing next session. Basically aliens.

edited 19th Jul '15 7:40:29 AM by Jondanger23

I communicate with paradise through head-messages since I'm stuck in improbability, but this time I have both hands to type with since I have recently attached a hardlight manipulating claw to the stump that was once my lower left arm.

First of all its Omnversal Inc. and second don't worry. They have simulated a lot of potential battles and they only go after the profitable ones. Once a war loses it's profit margin the company calls it off.

I won't go into the "liberties of the people" for good reasons but Omnversal would never go to war with tvtropes. Remember those simulations I spoke of? Well one of those was a war on the pantheon and the profit margin was way in the red, even in the event of victory. Except I did find a way to make it a massive profit off it but I made sure those results and theories won't see the light of day.

Meanwhile in a massive banquet room.

Ladies and gentlemen the board has voted, Caspen is the new overseer of Omnversal Incorporated. Please welcome him to the stage.

Thank you, Thank you. Now as your new overseer I would like begin with a new proposition, one of conquest.

I'm sure you all remember an invasion simulation a few years back that showed huge revenues but even deeper losses, yes I'm referring to the takeover of tvtropes. We stowed it away in favor of more profitable pursuits, but recently I have discovered some locked files revealing a way to turn that simulation in our favor.

I'm sure you're all curious on the details but let's not rush here. You'll all have a file with all the details tomorrow morning. Thank you and let's have a brilliantly profitable year. TOAST! TO THE FUTURE!

Victor joins in as he wonders, how the hell did he find out?

private

Caspen new overseer of O.I. settles down in his new office, picks up the phone and makes his first call as owner of Omnversal Incorporated.

Greetings godmodder I heard you still have plans to takeover the trope pantheon and I can help you with that goal. Just say yes and we can begin talking business and war.

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Quick note, yes I will be participating in the second game not with Laitome, owner of Omnveral Incorporated, as my rp character but as Telmoai, an elite agent sent by Omnveral Incoporated to make sure it's will is carried out. He's got a weird claw for a lower left arm that manipulates hardlight and may or may not know what Omnveral plans to do with tvtropes.

Why the character switch? well it may have something to do with

OPERATION CORPORATE TAKEOVER 0/1500

edited 19th Jul '15 8:39:30 AM by Laitome

"Well, Richard has been defeated yet again. Kinda... I mean, he did get what he wanted... Regardless, it's a happy enough ending. Shame I largely missed it."

"Guess this means I don't have to pay Smaug..."

"While this has been great and all, I think I'll leave future do-gooding for you heroes. For now, anyways."

"Goodbye for now, Engie, and everyone else too, I suppose."

azureAmelioration has logged off.

Two portals open nearby. One is large, round, and in the sky. The other is on the ground, and similar in size and shape to an ordinary door.

From the sky portal, a voice calls out. Except it isn't exactly a voice, but a psychic projetion. However, it is minimally masked, so anyone with their own psychic powers could listen in.

Dr. Shiny, we found your performance... acceptable.

Does that mean you'll reinstate me on staff?

Murmuring, and then,

Very well. However, we have more missions we need done. But we will allow the use of your supplies in future missions.

Just then, through the door portal, steps out a fully equiped doctor... ME?

A less echo-y voice comes through the sky portal.

You remember how the flow of time in The Hospital is independent from that of any other world, right?

No?

Oh. The trauma control department would like to apologize for the erasing of your memory when we kicked you out of the hospital.

A new door portal appears before me.

Please enter through the new door. This one is synced to the proper time for you to receive your assignments.

I enter and find myself in a magical surgery chamber.

Welcome back, Dr. Shiny. As you may be aware, Richard is not finished. We have set up the portal to return you to this world when you are fully prepared. However, we have also managed to locate the time coordinates of Richard's ascension to power. We need to keep an eye on him for the sake of the space-time continuum. Now, in order for you to complete both missions simultaneously, we have borrowed the plans for this from a couple of young inventors in Danville, USA, on Earth in a dimension that identifies itself as the 'first' dimension.

The doctor points at a camera-like device.

We modified this molecular separator to create a copy of the target's body. We'll just fire it at you and...

Click! And now there are two of me. But the second one is entirely motionless.

I've accounted for that. With these helmets, you'll be able to switch between your two bodies with the push of a button. He puts one on my and one on my doppelganger and they constrict to fit. Then, they turn invisible.

When you gather the equipment for your two selves, you will be all set to start your missions. If anything comes up, I'll contact you through the helmet headset.

Thank you, Dr. Splitson. Incidentally, Dr. Splitson is the man in charge of the division of the hospital that deals with when two people fuse or when there is an unwanted case of a Literal Split Personality. He's not my character's superior, but he does have a direct link to upper management. He'll be my mission control from here on.

I gather my equipment, and one body leaves to wind up in an early Generi Craft server. The other goes to return to the land of TV Tropes, just in time to see my past self getting ready to return to The Hospital's dimension.

And so begin my new missions.

Well, that turned out to be more roleplaying than I ever did during the actual game.

edited 19th Jul '15 12:28:48 PM by ShinyCottonCandy

Ob-Vi-Ous-LY Laitome's response isn't going to curb general Řehoř "paradisedj32" Urist's suspicions more than slightly. after all, the fool has actively admitted that the company resorts to War for Fun and Profit. There's very likely conflict in the future, in other territories of not in TV tropes. He does not intend to seek conflict, but...

C.S. Lewis teaches us that it is better to live under the robber barons than the authoritarian moralists, my primary enemies. Of course, it would be far preferable to beat back both. With the Godmodder gone, I can go back to managing my military coalition. It will only grow more resilient with time.

A thought comes. I put a needle sharp voice through the comlink.

Infact, how do I know you are not simply lying?

As I said, in the next game I will (try to) roleplay as a more concrete character, rather than merely pulling stuff from my hyperspace arsenal. Said character may or may not have orders to actively subvert the efforts of Omnverse Inc.

Speaking of which... hay Piono... Having a character capable of Voluntary Shapeshifting with a ~10-turn cool down wouldn't be disallowed if her powers were rigidly enough defined, right?

And Nobody even pointed out that I was 5l1n65h07 from the Minecraft Forums the whole time? Lel.

edited 19th Jul '15 3:29:41 PM by Augmentor-5L1

Congrats, everyone. I haven't decided yet whether I intend to participate in the next one, though if I do, it'll probably be as essentially the same character. (Insert joke here about whether I could be considered to have actually had a character.) I will say, though, it sometimes got a bit weird, trying to plan my moves when I was in Yu-Gi-Oh! mode. Oh, I enjoyed it, otherwise I wouldn't have done it, but it did get a bit complicated sometimes.

Since we're discussing plans for next session, I will indeed be someone completely different. I'll probably end up changing my icon to him, though, since he's an important character in something I'm currently running anyways.

Y'know, If I'm present in the next session from scrach than hopefully I won't have so much trouble keeping up with everyone's RP allegiances and such.

I'll do an RP post when I find the time and effort to make one.

So are we gods now? I mean, y'know, ish.

edited 19th Jul '15 6:27:29 PM by Amperzand

I can tell the R Pin'g will be real in this next session.

Just so ya'l know, I'm leaving for college on August 19th, so the master posts during that week will be slim.

So.. Poll.

Who wants to start this new session when I hit college (August 28th), or who wants to jump the gun early?