So, it's been a week. Have you all been enjoying your epilogues?
Because I most certainly am enjoying mine.https://youtu.be/ocYgD2CrG28What, you thought that I was just sitting around doing nothing all of this time, that I would accept being cast aside like so much trash ("Oh look, ATHATH's at it again, isn't that adorable?")? Ohohohohoho no. I've been very busy planning and performing the events and actions that have led up to this post.
I suppose that I should tell you what I've been up to. Very well; after dying, I tried to bend the mimic matter of the plane of mimics to my will.
Recent events have showed me that if I want to get something done, I need to do it myself.
Very well, then- I don't need the FoU, or the Manipulator, or ANYONE! I will get out of this plane myself, and show them ALL that they were FOOLS to oppose me!
This plane is made of mimics, right? Then I shall make it mimic my will. My hatred, my frustration... My emotions shall empower me to seize control of this hellish place (or at least a section of it close to me) so that I can forge a body and eventually a portal for myself and escape. Then, I will hunt down my enemies and make them "disappear". I might not be able to rewrite the epilogues, but I can still influence them.
Say... What's to say that those were epilogues? What if they were backstories, and this tournament is where they all disappeared to?
*Evil Laughter*
DG's response was probably the best thing to ever happen to me in this game.
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Your mind has been eaten by a dream mimic and is now experiencing vivid hallucinations of it's most desired dreams which are then eaten by the mimic. You are hunting don your enemies most successfully as far as you know.
Naturally, I then used my phenomenal willpower and determination to destroy my killers and everything they hold dear to seize control of the dream mimic.
It takes some trickery to outwit a creature that has control over reality you are experiencing, but the ages of unresisting victims made it complacent. It certainly did not expect the spell, and frankly, barely even noticed it happen.
I'm sure that you've begun to connect the dots by now.
I then formed some nearby mimic matter into a portal to a place near the Tower's location (many thanks to my mole for telling me where it went), cast an inversion enchantment to make incredibly obvious changes/absences difficult to notice, and put each of the members of Team Tower under the effects of my dream-ability (this involved some incredible rolls on my end; I had to get some friends of mine to check to see if I was still under the dream-mimic's spell/illusion).
Helping matters was a different enchantment that I had cast earlier. See, while I was dead, I realized how incredibly overpowered my Inversion affinity was. After some questioning to DG, I found out that it wasn't limited to only physical and magical effects/objects- I could invert narrative tropes as well. Needless to say, having the inverted equivalent of the "good always triumphs over evil" trope (is that the proper term for it?) was
very helpful to me.
So, in case you haven't caught on yet, your epilogues were all dreams. But don't worry, they weren't completely pointless!
I analyzed them to find out who and what your characters cared about the most... so that I could destroy them in incredibly painful and horrifying fashions while in your forms.
Would you like to see my handiwork?
Shatter the dream-illusion, so that Team Tower will be abruptly ripped out of their happy endings and shown the grim truth of reality (just like what they have done to me oh so many times): the Collection.You all awaken (if you choose to do so, although I don't see why you wouldn't) to see the Collection: A bloody room filled with hundreds (not an exaggeration) of heads on (s)pikes. You recognize some of them as family members, beloved pets, friends that you knew in mage-college, and so on. Presumably, the rest are the loved ones of the other members of Team Tower.
Don't bother to try to move or cast spells, by the way- you've all been bound in adamantine chains and drugged heavily by some drugs that I raided from the magical hospital that James's second-cousin on his mother's side worked at (hey, I was in the area anyway).
The Collection is what I've been spending the past week or so on. Most of your loved ones were un-noteworthy, but a few stood out:
*I simply must thank NAV/James- Grundar provided me entertainment for two or so in-game weeks before his spirit finally broke. Say, do you have any ideas for what to do with lacerated troll eyes? I've recently acquired a small pile of them, and I'm not quite sure what to do with them.
*Hephaestus was a challenge, but I eventually managed to get him to submit to my demands (let an emissary of mine kill you and bring your head back to me for my Collection, or else I'll keep murdering your priests).
*A couple of "universe-stability" squads have been trying to kill me recently; fortunately (for me), being able to transform into anything in existence and reflect spells back at their casters is pretty overpowered.
So, any last words before I crush your skulls like grapes and complete my revenge?
Oh, and Beirus?
Consider the grudge settled.
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