A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

Bowser continues to try and open the maybe-a-door.

Eta stood in a checkered room, the geometric black and white squares all inscribed with various formulas of the inverse color of said shapes. Not moving a muscle, he stared at the screen depicting Omnicron approaching the planetoid. Without so much as a twitch, glowing lines of electric green circuits pulsed into existence on his skin, framing him in a rather neon light, like phosphorus. Twitching his fingers, he manipulated the variables inscribed on the walls to bring themselves off the flat surface and into his impromptu circuits.

"I have Hungered for countless Revolutions, and Its grip refuses to relinquish itself from My being. I am the Devourer, the Maw of the Devil. I give up Myself and let the Secret consume Me. "

"Code Is Accepted and Recognized: World Eater Program shall now commence." Eta said, activating the failsafe on himself. At once all of the script in the room faded away, leaving nothing behind. A large symbol of Eta's sign labeled itself in every square in the scripts place, thrumming.

Thousands of mouths the size of small asteroids appeared around Unicron's chains, leering at the gargantuan being with their giant lips and teeth, grinning madly. As one, the body parts opened up and stuck out what can be only be described as gargantuan tongues, the chemical saturated appendages snaking towards the giant planetoid Transformer with wild abandon, intent on latching onto the thing. If it successfully stuck, then the things would actively begin to consume the metal crust by melting it with an unknown but incredibly corrosive acid, then vacuum it up via hollow tubes found near the tongues' taste buds. Other mouths stuck themselves on the edge of the dissolving chains, interlocking tentacular appendages known as their tongues together to form a surprisingly sturdy rope that would suffice to hold the chains together for a bit longer.

edited 5th Jun '11 9:23:37 PM by GreyStar

After Spriggan wore the BDU jacket, he donned his tac vest and leg holster.

I wish I can rest more for a little longer...

edited 5th Jun '11 9:23:04 PM by Ominae

Overly ambitious, I see. Allow me to give you your fill.

— Even while the chains bit deeper into His surface, Unicron had long stopped shouting. For an instant the Chaosbringer was entirely still. Then, bleeding jets of angolmois, He began to spin. The first of the tongues reached His surface just as the effect of the accelerating revolutions became apparent. Sickly green-white foam of the stuff rode on waves of raw entropy from the rings, the fabric of space deteriorating slightly in their wake.

These waves crashed against the tongues, the chains, and the mouths, inundating lips and gums as they gushed down invisible throats.

Lambda would feel the sensation of a baleful gaze directed right into his goggles, and the flow of unhallowed blood increased. Something within his domain crackled. The portal started, not shrinking, but widening, more of the foul substance and energies making their way through. —

That whom you love will know your failure.

— Meanwhile, in Digamma's sanctum, the elder Nomad has summoned up a holographic interface, watching the battle with amusement whilst working on something. Patterns whirled, and gold connected to green.

Down in Omega's station, a few of the symbols turned a weird orangeish colour. —

edited 5th Jun '11 10:54:39 PM by Colonial1.1

Omega glared irritably at the changing consoles as he began to manipulate space one cmore, hopefully for the final time...

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In the emerald green monotony of the Common Room, a portal opened like it had so many times before. The portal was nothing remarkable, though- a simple green rift in space. But as the challengers watched the portal faded from green through a dark red to an ominous black, as did the rest of the common room, until no natural illumination remained. The message was clear- leave this place now.

As they had done once before, the walls and ceiling eventually faded to transparency, revealing the blistered, crater-scarred landscape of their prison, interspersed only with the enormous obelisks that seemingly covered t planet. But now, however, there was something stranger about them- namely, that all of them were now glowing in resplendent green as the arcs of electricity that shot between them crackled and burned brighter with every passing second. The stars themselves, too, seemed to change- to begin to rotate ever faster in the heavens above as either they or the planet they were on began to rotate ever faster. Either way, the impression left by these drastic changes were clear; it seemed the only option was now to leave this place, possibly for the last time.

Mason checked to see if he had everything, saw that he did, and jumped in.

It seems... we are no longer... welcome.

Galen looked around, then walked calmly into the portal.

—The militant wearing the red beret looked to the rest of its fellows. They shrugged. Another couple screens turned orange. The red beret made an 'OK' sign with distorted digits. All fifteen Militantiaries summoned the weapons which matched their uniforms, from pistols, to submachine guns, to plasma rifles. They all took aim at Omega. And then all fifteen opened fire.—

Natsu dashed into the portal too.

The first thing that the militants would notice about Omega was that he- or his physical form at least- was hooked up to a baffling arraay of machines, needles, wires, tubes, and many things that his attackers would find either bizarre or horrifying. As they shot at him- most of the bullets either ricocheting off the walls or equipment, a few fnding their mark in his flesh, he simply leered horrifyingly at them as he disappeared, fading like smoke in the wind as he vanished to places unknown.

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Those who travelled through the portal would find themselves in a strange new place- an enormous hallway built out of what seemed like marble. This hallway was indeed cavernous; so large it was that it seemed to extend into infinity both upwards and outwards, with no end in sight. Inlaid into the walls were statues of the champions, those that had come and gone- some of them recognizable by the party and others stranger still. Carved into the floor were letters- namely, the symbols of the myriad Nomads that they had encountered since the beginning of these strange games. Beyond that, should they walk to a large archway that seemed to have spontaneously risen from the floor, was a single engraved word-

Congratulations.

There was pause, and with no fanfare the letters on the archway suddenly changed.

Welcome to the end.

Naoto stepped through the portal and looked around. She took in everything including the doorway and frowned. "This is too easy." She commented.

"The End. Well, that's either a place, our freedom, or our deaths."

The end? Of what?

—The red beret seemed to blink. —

-# ^^ —ontrol room... -cure, suh, ^^ #-

—Back in his sanctum, Digamma tsked, before slamming another control on the interface.

In Omega's station, all of the screens turned bright orange, then gold.—

You Haven't Gotten Away For Good.

The arch changed once more in response to the queries of the challengers, the symbols on the floor pulsating brighter and brighter as they did so.

The end.

The end of the challenges.

The end of the trials.

The end of the madness, the arguing, the tribulations.

The end of everything.

"So, that narrows it down to freedom or death."

Gordon stared at the text. The end. It was over. There was only one outcome Gordon would accept to this.

And that was getting the hell out of here.

Xi looked straight ahead. Unicron was attack, and Digamma had gone mad. Well... madder. She had to escape, she had to get her limbs free from whatever was holding her. She had to get to the champions, and inact her plan.

Slowly, she started to focus. She wasn't sure if this would work or not, and had been too stunned to try it until recently. Energy built up in one of her restrainted hands, and if it worked, began to take physical form...

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That... that doesn't sound good. At all.

The end... There are... many endings.

—A white gloved hand patted her shoulder in a would-be grandfatherly fashion. The iron tang of the air grew stronger.—

I'm Not Going To Kill You, Traditore. Nor Am I Going To Violate You Like That Roman boy. No, I'm Just To Re-educate You. Remove Your Cowardice.

Raz, having stepped through the portal, decided to pose a question of his own. "Who are you? Another Nomad?"

Xi flinched when Quingenti's... attacks on her were mentioned. She shut her eyes tightly, and looked away, before looking back up again. Try as she might, that horrible memory was distracting. But she had to focus. If she could conjur it, she had a chance of escape. The energy continued to build, slowly taking shape.

"Re-educate? What... what do you mean?"

edited 6th Jun '11 10:33:32 AM by AnnoR

No. said the archway to Raz's question. Call me... the Intelligence. I was created by a Nomad recently, but I am not like my masters.

Eta grimaced as the effigy of the being flowed into the mouth, causing a burning feeling in his body, as though he was being eaten alive. He decided to switch tact, retracting the various surviving tongues back into their openings and closed them, baring sharp teeth to block anymore from flowing in.. Those that lost the limb stretched open, a yawning cavern leading to dimension that contained the meals the ex Nomad had eaten over the turn of the milleniums.

Converting all the pent up detritus found laying around in his being with Nomadic energies, the mouths compressed the debris together to form orbs of crackling, electric green effigies, which they then proceeded to spit at Unicron. Each ball had enough energy to waste a small country with, and the storm of divine upchuck hurtled through space towards the rotating colossus.

"At least we aren't working with bad intelligence."
Then Mason groaned.
"Why the fuck did I say that?"