: Cue Tyrant dropped down into Hell and adjusting himself. Hado aura bursting at seem as he sees the fallen God Modder.:
“ So we kill you now this?! Great. Well it beats being bored.”
First action he casts octo again with haste, jacking his speed to do eight actions and make turn dial shorter. Lifts the God Modder over head, goomva stomping demons heading to the ninth circle.:
As you drop into hell, the Godmodder gives you a strange look -- his eyes widen, his mouth opens, and he begins to scream.
"
Wait, why are you here? Oh god, this is another one of their infernal tortures, isn't it? They're going to get the people that killed me to kill me again, make a sequel called Kill the Godmodder 2. Ahah, suckers -- I'm actually weaker this time! Take that!"
You attempt to cast the spells Octo and Haste -- some strange presence prevents you from casting Octo, though you successfully manage to cast Haste. You pick the Godmodder up and move him towards the Nineth Circle. +1.2% distance!
>I go to heaven.
You go to heaven and find yourself in an endless expanse of blinding light. You don't see any angels, or any Godmodders. What do you do from here?
"Hah, yeah right."
Incarnate as the Godmodder's stand, stab him to death, return to the void.
You incarnate as the Godmodder's stand, and stab him to death, before headbombing back into the void. You feel something rubbing against your skin, grinding, scraping, burning, before everything begins to
cease, eternal silence, the death of all royals and kings and all seven hundred and seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy seven facets of YISUN done to ensure the perfect world with only order. You hear a voice inside your head.
Hirohiro Araki is no more -- we're selling his work to Hiro Kanzaki and Tsukasa Fushimi! There's too much integrity in JoJo, and our attempts at turning everything into a JoJo reference haven't caused it to lose its integrity. It's okay, though. When an artist loses their integrity, it's a sure sign that a work becomes objectively better; when you sell out, you reach more people, and when you reach more people, your message becomes far stronger, right?You scream. You then fall back into hell, your actions appearing to have not happened at all.
Huh... The Godmodder? What kind of stupid chain-mail is this?! Eh, whatever, I have nothing better to do now that Christmas is over.
"So, hi; Try not to die for two seconds, alright?
I think my friend told me about you once, you'll be fine if they ain't crazy"
Scout ahead a little for danger.
You scout ahead!
"
Why are so many people trying to help me out? This is suspicious."
The Godmodder looks at you, and nods, anyway. Does he know who your friend is? God, he's threatened to kill and ruin so many different people that he can't even remember them all.
be cat. Sit on godmodder's head.
You are cat. You may or may not be a cat planet cat. You sit on the Godmodder's head. This is a good thing, as you can protect the Godmodder from assault, and your cuteness can protect
you from assault. You are a cute cat, correct?
be cat. Be godmodder's beard.
You are cat. You may or may not be a cat planet cat. You are also the Godmodder's beard, which makes him look like an old man, but you're a cat, and cats are generally cute, so this should be fine appearance wise. Try not to drop.
Grab the godmodder and drag him towards the ninth circle.
You drag the Godmodder towards the Nineth Circle! +0.6% distance!
>Be godmodder's skin.
You are the Godmodder's skin and you're
dry. The so-called person who's wearing you is an imbecile who can't be bothered to nourish you with the blood of virgins, a special beauty product made to moisturise and leave you feeling good, and then he has to go to hell? Couldn't he be bothered to get hellcream from the trashiest dollar store that he could find?
Falling into Hell, Greatness has exactly three seconds to think before hitting the ground. "Hey, I'm me again!" he says, before looking around. "Oh, I'm in Hell. Not unexpected, reall-" he says, before seeing the Godmodder and remembering the text his former symbiote received before everything went white. "...SON OF A-"
Teleport in a M1911 Colt 45. and scout ahead.
Welcome back to being a physical entity, Greatness! You teleport in a Colt, before also scouting ahead.
@Greatness and Aliemma: You decide to scout ahead together: safety in numbers, after all. You take this time to take in the surroundings, a seemingly endless landscape of hellfire and brimstone below a sky charred red. The Godmodder appears to be travelling along a path made out of ashes, going ever so slightly downhill. Probably a metaphor for his life decisions. You travel a decent portion of the way forward, before you notice a demon coming towards you -- twice the size of an adult man, pinkish skin, a stubby pair of horns adorning its head, and covered in an iron suit of armour. Its presence feels warped, a strange and disgusting thing, and you succumb to the compulsion to immediately bolt.
GehennaThe Godmodder manages to move 3% of the way towards his goal, you running along within, ready to strike down any opposition. Nobody wants Very Bad Things to happen to them, do they?
"
Okay, I'd like an explanation. You guys killed me, except for the cats. Why are you assisting me on your journey to hell? Who put you up to this?" The Godmodder looks at you all with a healthy dose of skepticism, and then Greatness and Aliemma come running back to him. There's opposition up ahead.
Tyrant Leviathan: Haste.
Dustan Hache: Cat. on the Godmodder's head.
roseheart: Cat. is the Godmodder's beard.
Secheral: is the Godmodder's skin.
Greatness942: nineteen eleven, colt fourty-five, holding back the vampires, keeping him alive
Hell Guardian: 100/100 HP. At 5% Distance.
The Godmodder: 10/10 HP.
Days Left: 29
[25/01/18].
Distance to the Ninth Circle: 4.8%.
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