Oh yeah?!
Yo mama so fat she can't eat potatoes or cheese without exploding!
Eat the anti reality wave and like it!
[1]
You jump into the wave. You do not exist any more.
Evacuate people to the E: Gaiden 'verse.
[6]
You evacuate a lot of people. They're still doomed, but they'll have more time to think of something in other universes.
Pharika: Through careful manipulation of zero-point energy and quantum spin stasis, create a metaphysical reality separate from the existing reality, out of reach of the Wave.
Inconsequential Side Action: Do a similar thing remotely that creates an aether as a sonic medium, and that causes KotSM ~ LP to be played throughout regular reality, because it fits SO WELL.
[3]
THE SONG IS NOW THE BACKGROUND MUSIC
Holy balls that is good tell me its origin. This is the sorta shit that needs to be shoved into High School DxD.
You make the universe.
Nothing is safe. If you can move there, it's doomed. Time to fight.Raptor mech? Better than the company car!
CHAAARRRRRRGGGGGEEEEE
[4]
You join up next to the giant potato. FOR GLORY!
Call up the angels and devils and tell them that we've had our differences, but if they don't help then their dead too.
[5]
They know this too. Their forces are joining up at the sanctioned rendezvous: the giant potato flying towards the wave.
Cram the Australia-verse into the Cheesistani-verse somehow. Adjust for the bigger on the inside.
[2]
It's too late, it's been consumed.
Murder everyone in the subplotverse. Offscreen.
Subplot: Pick the lock on the cage and tackle the person.
Alternate me in homeverse: Warp reality to appear in this multiverse.
[2]
None for you. The person is actually a woman, and she brings you food and water. Out of hunger and confusedness, you accidentally drop your name.
You are starting to feel really bad...
[1]
Cease sideplot violation! Shoot the wave or we all die!SHUTDOWN -A
[1]
Cancellation not possible. Deploying defensive crews to eliminate hostilities.Fuck.
"Dunmer..."
Slit their throats!
[3]
You kill one, and the others bash the cunt out of you.
> Enlist the aid of some obscure 'Insane Mad Scientist'. Request care package containing rusty surgery implements.
> Request for a health, mana and stamina bar feature. What self-respecting game doesn't have these?
[4]
Supply drop recieved.
Screw you, chunky salsa is the way to go.
"... I have a feeling I may have forgotten things from some point or another."
[3]
"O-kay."Now you're back home. So chores, flirting with hot maid, blahblahblah, then the redhead comes back with the big ass golden sword.
"So I heard you went to town to get a sword, so I couldn't help but get you this.""HEY! Don't take her sword! You already have mine!"squabblesquabblesquabble
"Whose sword do you choose?!"Break through the fourth wall.
[2]
You knock yourself out on it.
((We will survive the reset! We don't need no stinking GM to save us! We are players so we will survive! Somehow..))
Fuck yeah!
Grab a sandwich to eat while waiting.
[1]
The Heavy bursts out of nowhere.
"IT IS SANDVICH! RAAAAAGH!"
Inconsequential side action with a separate roll, s'il vous plait: Sing Imagine Dragon's "Radioactive" cos it seems important.
(( I'm'a ferret round some other RTD's to see if we can score some crossover action. In the meanst, you're all welcome to mess with the Cheesistan RTD. We're being invaded by Giant (Evil?) Morgan Freeman and Mecha (Death?) Billy Mays. At some point they're going to fuse into a creepy cyborg death monster called Morgan Mays. Plus also Kevak absorbed the angst of an orphaned alien teenager with psychic powers and became god-like. ( That is to say he became a giant Lovecraftian horror engulfing the entire country and who knows how much else. Imagine like... Jenova with Kevak's avatar instead of the Jenova body but then attach that to a friggin gigantic red undulating swirl of nightmare energy. ) Oh yeah, but also Smurfington, as the Potatolaird, has corrupted a massive section of Kevakiyas's body and turned it to cheese, much of which he ate. Lots of fun, join today! ))
Fine, Radioactive remixed with the other one. It sounds pretty motherfucking badass, I tell you.
GATHER ALL THE FLEETS, THEN
FIRE THE CANNONS
FIRE THE CANNONS
FIRE THE CANNONS
FIRE THE CANNONS
[6]
You gather every fleet. EVERY FUCKING FLEET.
FROM EVERY MULTIVERSE. Trillions of ships, some easily recognisable, some the size of galaxies, and some nigh incomprehensible. Billions upon billions of them.
Coords locked.Ready for service!En Taro Tassadar!Time to kick some ass.GM Avatars reporting for service.FOR THE SWARMThey rendezvous with the giant potato, which has deployed twin potato cannons.
Fire weapon-things on my mark...Then shapes start flying out of the wave. Lots of them.
Raptor mech? Better than the company car!
CHAAARRRRRRGGGGGEEEEE
"Wait! I severely warped Logic and Sanity at the forefront of the wave! ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN IF YOU PASS THROUGH THAT AREA!"
Regardless, continue to warp logic and sanity! HOLD THE LINE!
[3]
MARK!Your warp beam mingles with the quintillions of other weapons. They hit the shapes. Explosions.
Now trillions of the shapes are coming out. They look like the reality wave.
Then they start shooting. Chaos ensues as the fleets get to attacking one another, as the stars around them vanish.
[LOL]
This is Radio GM, voice of the apocalypse. Announcing a short interval in our epic last stand music: Rise of the Valkyries. Monkeys riding flying potatoes. Billions. Dectillions. Googl's worth of monkeys.
At the front sits the chimp.
CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!Regardless, continue to warp logic and sanity! HOLD THE LINE!
>Assist this action.
[4]
The monkeys generally fuck everything. The reality wave is being pushed back. More and more shapes keep coming out.
With this, we may stand a chance. But it's our sweat and blood that'll make it happen. After everything we've been through, past all the fire and fury, the one thing I know is we can count on each other to get the job done, or die trying if that's what it takes.
Because some things... are just worth fighting for.Now, finish the job! Shoot, dammit, shoot!