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continue to poke the godmodder in the eye until he tries to stop me. Then proceed to glove slapping.
The Godmodder picks up a glove. You find yourself compelled to slap it out of his hands, and then slap it on the floor, again, and again, until your hands bleed and you can no longer poke people! Or slap. That's a thing, too.
>Spawn about 1000 or so fully bionic supersoldiers equipped with singularity torpedo launchers, and order them to point the torpedo launchers at the godmodder, and have them switch to their charge rifles to clean up.
The Godmodder claps his hands. The singularity torpedo launchers jam, before sucking the bionic supersoldiers into them -- except for the control group that the Godmodder kidnaps to vivisect!
Spend a Seer Point to find out Bad Hombres's Stand Ability. I doubt it just hits things hard and precisely like Star Platinum, so knowing it's ability outright will help out. Then stab myself with the Stand Arrow.
You see.
Friday, October 13th, 2017. 16:00 EST.
The White House is burning, a great circus of fools, magicians, and an other assortment of clowns dancing about, in congregation around a great figure -- and oh, how that figure is great. Great like America, what he owns, and soon, it will own all. It is the world-Don, the great man, his Stand emanating hell-fire above him. He's going to fire everyone, all of the haters, all of the spies, and he's going to establish the American Empire, built upon the people's power!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, and welcome to a new America. I apologise for my delays, they've been the worst, the delays that are bad, sad, ruin lives. But, we're here, and we're in a new land of the free, where you can do as you please -- as long as it doesn't mean I have to fire you, like the heretics."
The circus stops, and the world-Don cackles. A lone figure walks through the ash, the great wreck, the hovering soot above the former crown of America. The world-Don arches back, and 「Bad Hombres, Nasty Woman」 raises its skyscraper above its head, before slamming it into the ground.
「You're fired.」
There are two prevailing beliefs on what things are -- things are drawn of dust, things are fundamentally fire. The Don doesn't care about petty philosophical arguments for the Truth, the Don uses both. A great firestorm is mustered up from the earth, flickers of things and entities being created. The figure is enveloped by the dust, and then his body is numb, his mind burning, and -
-1 Seer Point.
(All political debates must be done in the form of murder. Civilised, great.)Form a bad hombres and nasty women army, get Trump really riled up, either kill him or get him to kill the Godmodder!
You run around finding people of the 'very worst kind' (that's an Alex Jones quote, don't kill me), befriend them, and then show them to Trump. Trump freezes up, before slowly walking towards you.
"Spies, spies, spies," and he spins Bad Hombres, "hovering around us like flies!"
Conjure an army of giant forks to fight the godmodder.
You look at wertyzerty, see that he has very good ideas, and summon an army of giant forks!
Having subverted the narrative, heal the godmodder to full hp. Be the godmodder's stand.
My favorite thing is serving the godmodder.
You become the Godmodder's stand! You try to heal the Godmodder, and succeed! +1 health. He screams.
"
When I was a novice at doing the whole GODMODDING THING, some WITCH placed a curse on my soul! Any healing I got would turn to harm, unless it caused me more suffering. Also, I got ressurrective immortality, but that's a SMALL DETAIL!"
The Godmodder rolls the L about -- caught an L, dropped an L --, before screaming. It appears that he's actually taken 1 damage.
Go steal a car and run over the godmodder.
The Godmodder phases through the window, throws you out, runs you over, and then causes the car to explode!
Retreat to a satanic cult in the mountains and learn necromancy. Find ancient burial ground and come marching down with my army of the dead.
Army of the dead summoned!
Summon a reverse healer. Make him heal the godmodder for negative HP.
You summon a reverse healer. The Godmodder spins him around, and then runs! He then dies of having 0 health.
Summon a reverse healer. Make him heal the godmodder for negative HP.
Fully heal Secheral by setting his max HP to 0.
You do so!
Having subverted the narrative, heal the godmodder to full hp. Be the godmodder's stand.
My favorite thing is serving the godmodder.
Going from JJBA's actual lore, a Stand is the psychic manifestation. It's the crazy shit that makes you be able to turn yourself into string or make fatal armies of Army Men Toys. Thus, you're more a right-hand man than a Stand.
Vanilla Ice's greatest mistake was to not turn himself into a stand.
A stand is a separate physical manifestation, so I can be it. I subverted the narrative, remember?
I'm still watching you.
Oh yeah! That's right. Okay. Wait, does that mean you actually get your own Stand Ability, then?
Yes.
Summon a reverse healer. Make him heal the godmodder for negative HP.
Fully heal Secheral by setting his max HP to 0.
...
Thank the stranger for healing me. May he choke on my kindness.
Egan_BW chokes, taking 1,000 damage. Stand HP is different from normal HP, after all, and believe me, there are a lot of types of HP. The Godmodder is unaffected -- he's mastered the art of distancing himself from other parts of himself!
ENTER The Great Goatsby in a puff of smoke
"FIJAOJDOSIHFEG I'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKERS."
Attempt to create a psychic entity capable of godmodding at the same capacity as The Godmodder but whose only directive is to erase The Godmodder from existence before doing the same to itself.
You create a psychic entity. It's a psychic construct, not an entity that is psychic. The Godmodder then changes its directive to be 'erase people who dislike the Godmodder from existence'.
Violet light begins to crackle in the air, before turning into a maelstrom, a great whirlwind consuming the battlefield. Wings burst from the whirlwind, unfolding upon each other, constant cacophony of screams echoing in the air. You look into its visage, and you feel the unmistakable marking of it being a great thing -- a favourite thing, in both the eyes of reality, and the eyes of killing people.
Who the hell am I kidding, they're the same thing.
Ψ-METATRON summoned.
Let's All Kill Each Other!The Godmodder sits on Doubloon-Seven's concert stage, an army of assorted beings ready to kill him. Ψ-METATRON hovers above him, and the army decides that it's a good idea to perhaps not approach the psychic death-angel. They instead look to the Don, who is also there. Now, see, I'm (not) not allowed to hurt entities on the turn that they're summoned, so they rush the Don! The Don and BHNW miss all of their attacks, and take 5 / 500 damage in the kerfuffle.
Meanwhile, the Rebecca Black Firing Squad approach the Godmodder. Rebecca Black approaches the Godmodder, and cocks her head slightly.
"If you like my music, Mr Godmodder, surely you'll let me sing my new single?"
The Godmodder taps his chin, and then opens up his arms.
"
If you agree to share with my darling angel."
Ψ-METATRON sings, and Rebecca Black begins to scream, before singing along with it. Her compatriots follow suit, and the singing begins to overwhelm all. Get earplugs?
You're all in a concert hall, I guess.
OceanSoul: 10/10 HP. Godmoder.
Greatness942: Seer Points: 2.
Secheral: 0/25 HP.
Bad Hombres: 12/12 HP. (x5.)
Nasty Women: 8/8 HP. (x5.)
Giant Forks: 5/5 HP. (x10.)
Army of the Dead: 5/5 HP. (x10.)
Donald Trump: 95/100 HP. Carrying his gun,
Bad Hombres. The Mass Firing:
[10/13/17]「Bad Hombres, Nasty Women」: 9,500/10,000 HP. 「That's Life.」Rebecca Renee Black: 65/75 HP. Singing.
Renee Swan: 50/50 HP. Singing.
Sirius Black: 50/50 HP. Singing.
Ψ-METATRON, Voice of the Godmodder: 100/100 HP.
A Great Thing. Singing. Godmodder.
The Godmodder: 92/100 HP.
Egan_BW: 9,000/10,000 HP. 「
」Days Left: 29.
[11/06/17]
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