Cycle 1: A Brave New Singularity, Fixation On Weighty Balls
"Pathetic"
In the first cycle the Weighturge, Planturge, Cleanurge, Mindurge, Wealthurge, Machineurge, Moulturge, Combattechurge are active. "
How foolish to succumb to the temptation of deceiving yourselves into thinking you can accomplish anything."
The Weighturge starts things in a weighty manner, spinning off strands of their own being and knitting them into a massive lumpy ball in a true display of creativity and knitting skill. "
A blind handless cripple could have done better. Are you even trying?"
Due to its massive weight other large things weigh towards it, but due to being failures and bad at ball sports, constantly miss it instead and weigh around it in orbits. The weight-lump truly weighs a lot, and thus will weigh in things that the demiurges might not have predicted it weigh in.
Things currently orbiting Weight-Yarn-Ball: Flying IslandsWeighturge also takes credit for Combattechurge's generous contributions of weight-yarn to help knit the Weight-Ball even heavier, making its reality-warping weight something truly terrifying. It might even weigh nearly as much as Weighturge's
mother.
Thus
The Well of Akasha dominates all that is.
The Planturge, perhaps inspired by the monument to Demiurgic hubris drawing at them with weight-tendrils, trying to bring them closer, bleeds massive globules of sap that slowly congeal into a amber-moon, which actually looks quite pretty. But the Planturge accidentally sneezes, and the whole things is ruined, as it gets covered with the Plant-Urge's tree-germs and the whole things becomes a uninspired forest-moon which can't even fall into the Weight-Ball properly despite constantly trying.
Feeling no remorse, the Plant-Urge digs through their leafy folds before finding the eggs of some ecto-parasites, which it flings at the forest-moon. Under skies of starry clouds and a massive looming ball of weight, which seems to draw even the gaze into itself, these eventually hatch into various colourful birds, most of which grow large and flightless, devouring other birds and trees to fuel their size, making nests by ripping entire trees out of the ground and piling them into small wooden hills. Their tone-deaf singing pollutes everything for miles around them. "
They're almost as incompetent as you are."
Several chains of islets float around the central dark hole of the Well of Akhasa. Some rare flying birds eventually spread to them from the Forest Moon, taking tree seeds caught in their feathers along with them. And so life finds a way.
Feeling uninspired, the Mind-Urge decides that the best thing to do is
p l a g i a r i z e ~They make a replica of the dark, ominous weight-ball, except smaller. The Sun-Judge,
Another Sun, who sees all, judges all. It examines all that is, and its darkly burning eye body issues a pronouncement. "
Lacking but some potential. Try harder." The Adversary, currently vaguely resembling a smooshed together pile of voids and filthy, moldy shattered plates chuckle darkly. "
If only you had a mirror. Judge, judge thyself."
Theoretically
Another Sun can move around by the power of its own mind, to more closely examine and judge as it might decide, yet so great is the weight of
The Well of Akasha, cursed be its weight, that it had been inexplicably drawn into orbit around it, and trapped there like a fly in a pool of honey.
Another Sun cannot escape, and dare not move closer lest it be drawn into the insatiable weight-maw and lost forever.
The massive ground birds of the Forest-Moon bask in
Another Sun's judging gaze, preening themselves and generally enjoying having an audience at all times.
Another Sun finds their singing wanting, their plumage uncoordinated, their nests shoddy.
Figuring that the first one was so good they should make a bunch of variations on the same thing, or perhaps just a continued streak of uninspired copy-pasting, the Mind-Urge then extrudes from their mind-folds a bunch of even smaller flaming three-dimensional circle things. Giant living meteors, whose tails of dark fire leave scars across the sky as they move and think slow, big thoughts. Also they're constantly screaming. Like, all the time. Non-Stop. Apparently that's how they tell where they are? Most of the
Akashic Brood begin screaming journeys to explore the little that exists. Some venture too close to the Weight-Ball and are lost forever. "
Noisy, foolish, slow."
Eventually most begin to follow behind
Another Sun in a long screaming, burning tail, in constant sycophantic, unthinking agreement to its various judgements. Most of the the rest of the survivors cluster around the Forest-Moon, much to the annoyance of its avian inhabitants, who either eventually go deaf, making their singing even worse, or retreat into burrows dug deep into the amber. Sometimes an
Akashic Broodling crashes into the planet, possibly accidentally, possibly on purpose, leaving long furrows of devastation and starting forest fires before eventually managing to take-off again.
Taking some of the ash clouds from the forest-fires, and mixing it with their thought-drool, the Mind-Urge creates a massive nebula-cloud of white thought-motes. While too small to really hold more than one idea at a time themselves, these
Particular Thoughts knew the power of teamwork and can network with each other to think of many ideas in aggregate, thinking thoughts much bigger than even the
Akashic Brood, and much faster besides. "
Ineffectual navel-gazers."
Most of them remain in their initial nebula-cloud, enjoying being the greatest mind in existence (according to the best expert on the subject, themselves), but as the
Particular Thought cloud thought and memorized, occasionally shard-swarms broke off to explore the rest of existence. Some investigated
The Well of Akasha, and were lost forever. Some investigated the forest-moon. Many trees became sentient as
Particular Thought nestled into them. Sadly the existence of trees is usually quite boring, and thus they became quite insane. Fortunately, they are trees, so their insanity didn't really effect anything.
Some
Particular Thought even burrowed into the Amber Forest-Moon itself. Yet it is so vast that it is currently only very dimly self-aware, a flickering candle-flame in a hurricane. Some
Particular Thought attempt to cling to the
Akashic Brood, but their constant screaming, burning bodies, and emitted bursts of radiation destroy those foolhardy enough to go through with this idea. No
Particular Thought have yet reached
Another Sun.
Satisfied that it has seeded sentience adequately, the Mindurge asks the
Adversary, who hurt you? "
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YOUYOUYOUYOU-" the
Adversary incoherently screeches at you for like, months. You manage to tune them out after the first week, but then they begin to vary their intonations slightly. What a prick.
In the beginning, before anything existed, there was Nothing. Because the Cleanurge created Nothing. Because they're lazy or something idk. Incidentally, the Weighturge didn't see the mustard seed of true Nothing when they were making the Weight-Ball to weigh all balls, and now at the centre of the centre of everything lies Nothing. Everything that falls into
The Well of Akasha eventually becomes Nothing, cleansed of all impurity and made clean. The
Adversary angrily gnashes their dirty brown teeth
caked with geological layers of plaque, at Nothing's well-defined non-properties which so clearly delineates it from non-creation. It's biological weapon grade stinky breath escapes in angry huffs as it splatters mud all over the Cleanurge.
"-YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
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YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
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YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
YOUYOUYOUYOU-"Cleanurge, annoyed by the filthy,
filthy Adversary takes up bucket filled with bubbles and mop, and tries to cleanse the
Adversary from existence with their mighty weapons. The
Adversary leans into every swipe of the mop, and drinks up all the soap bubbles, leering and cackling at Cleanurge. Horrifyingly, the
Adversary only becomes dirtier and dirtier the longer the Cleanurge tries to get rid of them, seemingly feeding on Cleanurge's opposition.
"-YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
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YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
YOUYOUYOUYOU-"Tired out from their futile spring-cleaning session, Cleanurge trips and accidentally knocks over their Mop Bucket, spilling its soapy waters into a vast sea. Ever-echoing their cleansing origins, soapy bubbles are blown on sea bottom and and pop into lovely rainbows when they reach the surface. "
Pretty."
Ropes of spilled water connect the Mop Bucket to
The Golden Orb, the Forest Moon and of course a giant ball of infinite energy, whose mop river is more a stream of churning steam. A river was also accidentally spilt into the Weight-Ball, but was sucked in and forever lost to Nothing. Some forest avians begin to bathe in the river, keeping their feathers clean, but sticking every which way after a bath. The
Akashic Brood enjoy smashing through the Mop-Rivers, creating massive sprays of glittering water, and moving through the Mop Bucket, leaving streams of boiling water in their wake.
"-YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
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YOUYOUYOUYOU-"Drinking deeply of the chalice of their own avaricious desires, the Wealthurge creates the single largest thing by volume of any Demiurge. They crow triumphantly as their hold their perceived superiority over the other demiurges. Ripping out their own, molten, passionate heart the Wealthurge then coats the pulsating organ in good intentions and kindness, which, curdled by the now heartless Wealthurge's endless greed turn into pure
gold. The golden patina covers the former heart of the Wealthurge, layer by layer by layer by layer until finally the titan working is complete. Yet even
The Golden Orb is not free from the weighty tyranny of the Weight-Ball, whose heaviness dwarfs all other weight, and begins to orbit it. There is still a golden lining to the dark cloud however, for the Forest Moon falls into
The Golden Orb's own orbit, vassal to the Gross Golden God. "
Vulgar."
The birds, by this point used to frequent astrological fluctuation, are largely unfazed by the great golden ball now dominating their sky.
"-YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU
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YOUYOUYOUYOU-"The Machineurge, a poor engineer, creates several flawed creations, declaring that no, their defects are in fact features. Removing a lobe of their positronic brain, Machineurge fashions it into part laboratories, part creche-school-nurseries, part factory designed to force-feed information into anyone unfortunate enough to wander inside and then produce the half-baked ideas of those mortals based on their shaky knowledge. Machineurge releases Research Facility 0001 in orbit around
Another Sun whose glare literally causes sunburn as its sightline is constantly half-blocked by the facility falling past, "
What an eyesore. Absolute trash."
One of the sycophantic
Akashic Broodlings following behind the Solar Judge wanders into Research Facility 0001. Over years, of the meteor desperately banging around the facility, unable to escape its urgic-wrought prison the facility manages to teach it about the novel concept of reflections. The meteor instructs the facility to construct a massive mirror, using up the facility's pre-stocked construction resources. A massive space mirror is released with the finally freed meteor, which it brings to
Another Sun to please it, so that it can for the first time see itself, the wonder which the
Akashic Broodling follows.
Another Sun is speechless. It pronounces no judgement. But its stare melts the space-mirror into a heap of slag... "
Not so talkative now huh? Hahahaha! Have you seen your own ugliness? Yes, you are ugly, just like everything else. You are flawed garbage, for your creator is an idiot-clockmaker. It hurts doesn't it? Yesss..."
Research Facility 0002 is implanted into
The Golden Orb, like a tiny pulsating machine tumour. Satisfied with these tinderboxes of innovation, the Machineurge drags a tangle of pulleys, gears and axles that were irritating it out of an exhaust port, sighing in relief at the cessation of itch, then twisting them into clockwork wickermen. Grabbing some
Particular Thought and stuffing them inside each hollow torso, the Machineurge created the first proper 'people'. They admired their crude dolls, before growing bored and dropping them on
The Golden Orb. "
..."
Android Colony 0003 wandered the smooth golden surface of their home, through yellow gullies and over yellow hills. They were a simple folk, wandering simply for the sake of wandering, their unstimulated minds seeing, but not perceiving, taking in but not considering.
Some began punching at the gold with their geared fists, damaging themselves but eventually managing to break free chunks of gold. They then smashed this gold against more gold to try and break free more chunks, which works, poorly. Some tried fashioning this gold into the shape of an android, to recreate what they were, but it failed, for it was not gear and pulley, just crude outline made out of lumps of gold.
The Moulturge, attracted magpielike to
The Golden Orb which was shiny, thought it would look even better if there was a bright light shining on it to make all the
gold glow. Over the Forest Moon and
The Golden Orb came their first dawn as the Moulturge stole several well-stars when no one was looking and glued them together. Trees, which had been growing at a glacial pace under the lights of distant star clouds and dark fires, began to shoot up overnight, basking in the nourishing rays of a giant ball of infinite energy that will definitely never run out, which orbited around the combination of Forest-Moon and
The Golden Orb. "
..."
Taking one of their old moults, the Moulturge filled it with snot before sewing it shut with some 'leftover' weight-yarn it borrowed without asking or intending to return it. As lazy as their creator, a being simply lazy hugged a giant ball of infinite energy that will definitely never run out, sometimes causing eclipses when it was turned towards the moon and planet. Eventually dandruff 'buds' begin flaking off from a being, drifting to the moon and planet below. They spawn a chaotic variety of beings, but which, lacking the massive energy proximity of their parent, are unable to reproduce themselves.
They fare poorly against sylvan avian megafauna, who rapidly and eagerly consume them. Some escape into the mop-rivers to begin lonely solitary aquatic existences. Those landing on the golden region fare better, aimlessly wandering the barren golden expanses, easily defeating any of Android Colony 0003 they come across, usually by rolling over them and crushing them.
The Moultingurge, in their infinite wisdom that will definitely never run out, gripped at space and
twisted slightly, to make a local alteration to the functioning of reality in The Mop Bucket, making ordered motion steadily degrade into disordered random motion. Several confused
Akashic Brood began moving more erratically, and some bubbles travel quite winding paths before eventually popping into pretty rainbows on the surface. They tried to twist harder to spread the change further, but they've been skipping exercise, so their weak muscles gave out and they collapsed.
Combattechurge, finding the whole idea confusing and also stupid, retrieves their tacticool bat and just smashes anything entropy looking over and over again until they get tired. It seems to happen slightly less now, definitely less consistently or predictably.
Then, taking pity on the creations of the hopelessly incompetent Machineurge, Combattechurge decides to walk amongst them as giant lumbering mech, and teach them about how things
really work. Life is competition, and the Androids are wearing blinders. Following the mech-prophet of the Combat Way the Wardroids, as they now call themselves, learn how to mine, and build vast mirror forges that concentrate the light of a giant ball of infinite energy that will definitely never run to create areas of incredibly heat, where they can melt gold and the other metals dug from deeper below like silver and platinum, reforging them into weapons and armour.
The Wardroid band, using their new weapons and armour, work together to finally defeat the fearsome Maw-Ball which had been terrorizing them for months. They mount its rotting corpse on a tall golden steeple over their main mine, as a warning to other entropic beasts that might approach. They seem to be trying to figure out how to make more Wardroids to bolster their numbers before carrying out their plan to conquer the orthodox Androids. The precise machining required for workable gears currently presents their biggest obstacle.
Satisfied with a successful combat technology uplift, Combattechurge empties their piggybank to pay themselves for the creation of the fabulous,
overpriced, Defense Station V0.1 (Alpha) No.1, currently maintaining position under the centre of the Mop Bucket. Combattechurge is pretty sure its humongous lazor could knock large chunks out of the Forest Moon, write graffiti on
The Golden Orb or grievously wound
Another Sun. Surely enough of these could even pose a threat to the
Adversary? The trigger is calling to be pressed...
While Combattechurge grapples with their desire to fire big lazors, the Machineurge speaks Arkship 0004 though Arkship 0007 into existence. Arkship 0004 and Arkship 0005 successfully extracts populations of insane trees, sylvan avians and several entropic beasts. Arkship 0006 attempted to secure some of
Another Sun's
Akashic Brood entourage to preserve them, causing all the rest to begin crashing into it repeatedly in a screaming frenzied assault, until eventually Arkship 0006 was destroyed. Arkship 0007 entered the
Particular Thought nebula to collect samples, but its own consciousness was subsumed into the cosmic hivemind. It belongs to the particulates now.
"-YOU!"
Midcycle Summary:
The Well of Akasha 🛡🛡 'Protected'
>>>>Nothing
>>>>
Another Sun 🛡 [Protected]
>>>>Research Facility 0001
>>>>
Akashic Brood>>>>
Particular Thought 🛡[Protected]
>>>>Arkship 0004, 0005, 0007
>>>>Flying isles with birds and trees
>>>Mop Bucket
>>>>Mop Rivers from Golden Orb, Forest Moon, a giant ball of infinite energy
>>>>Defense Station V0.1 (Alpha) No.1
>>>>Unreliable Entropy Field
>>>>Entropic Beasts
>>
The Golden Orb 🛡 'Protected'
>>>>Research Facility 0002
>>>>Android Colony 0003
>>>>Entropic Beasts
>>>Forest Moon 🛡 [Protected]
>>>>Trees
>>>>Birds
>>>>Entropic Beasts
>>>>a giant ball of infinite energy
>>>>a being
The
Adversary will now Destroy, Corrupt and Doom. The
Adversary will Destroy four times and Corrupt four times and Doom once.
The Weighturge and the Combattechurge attempt to protect
The Well of Akasha. However, because the dark hole at its centre is so massive and so heavy, and the Well holds all that exists within its swaying influence, more demiurges would be required to adequately protect all that is. Even as they hover protectively over the central dark hole yarn lump, the cunning and vile
Adversary strikes lightning quick from a blindspot,
corrupting the Akashic Well, planting some seeds of blissful ignorance. Enraged at this sullying of the central weight around which all are constantly falling, the Machineurge takes up their clockwork hammer and begins wildly smashing at the Akashic Well before being bodyslammed away by the Weighturge and the Combattechurge. The Machineurge still managed to create a large crack on
The Well of Akasha. This damage causes the pull of the well to fluctuate slightly over time.
Taking advantage of such a fluctuation,
Another Sun slams into Research Facility 0001, sending it careening away on an eccentric course throughout the periphery of the Well, seemingly relieved to be finally rid of its unpleasant companion.
The
Adversary then utters a prophecy of
Doom upon the
The Well of Akasha, causing the seeds of corruption it had sown earlier to bloom into their full foul potency. "
The Well of Akasha shall drag all that is into itself and make them not. Thus it is spoken, thus it shall be."
The corruption of the Well of Akasha manifests as a steadily increasing weight, which will, if not counteracted or stopped, drag everything within its influence into itself, where they will be forever lost. However, because the Well of Akasha is so heavy and influential, the corruption is not very thorough, and this increase will be quite mild at first.
The
Adversary licks Research Facility 0002 with a thousand horribly, dirty, bleeding, syrupy tongues, corrupting it! The knowledge it grants begins to take a darker turn... some safeties are disabled... and horrible terrible, unspeakable graffiti is scrawled everywhere! Facility 4215 has been
corrupted! Various sticky, blood and saliva stained external ports begin to open and take in the surrounding gold, manufactorums working to replicate... the corrupted facility itself! Belatedly the Wealthurge shows up and chases the
Adversary, but the damage is already done.
The
Adversary attempts to
corrupt Defense Station V0.1 (Alpha) No.1! It is only partially successful, activating the Defense Station's rampant profileration protocols. It begins consuming the waters of the Mop Bucket to create more defense stations. Maybe a good thing?
The
Adversary in their guise of a starving beggar
devours a being and a giant ball of infinite energy, burping merrily. "
Spicy."
As the four thousand two hundred and fifteen faced truth-rock, the
Adversary convinces over half of the
Akashic Brood to throw themselves into the dark hole! They are nothing now.
Ever-thirsty, the small-minded fool whose stomachs are an emptiness drinks and drinks and drinks of the Mop-Bucket until even the ever-empty stomachs are temporarily bloated.
The
Adversary corrupts the Mop Rivers, vomiting all over them after drinking too much! Rather than cleaning water, they now flow with vile pus and bile dirtifying both the Mop Bucket and their origin springs!
Endcycle Summary:
The Well of Akasha [Prophesied Doom]
>>>>Nothing
>>>>
Another Sun>>>>Research Facility 0001 [Wandering]
>>>>
Akashic Brood [Halved]
>>>>
Particular Thought>>>>Arkship 0004, 0005, 0007
>>>>Flying isles with birds and trees
>>>Mop Bucket [Halved]
>>>>Filth Rivers from Golden Orb, Forest Moon and where once was a giant ball of infinite energy
>>>>Defense Station V0.1 (Alpha) No.1 [Proliferating]
>>>>Unreliable Entropy Field
>>>>Entropic Beasts
>>
The Golden Orb>>>>Corrupt Research Facility 4215
>>>>Android Colony 0003
>>>>Entropic Beasts
>>>Forest Moon
>>>>Trees
>>>>Birds
>>>>Entropic Beasts
>>>>a giant ball of infinite energy
>>>>a beingThings currently orbiting Weight-Yarn-Ball: Flying Islands, Golden Ball, Another Sun, Mop Bucket(There's probably some errors, but I have a headache, so posting now.)
So corruption can be defended against, but not interactions? What exactly does corruption entail?
(The
Adversary doing whatever he thinks will cause the most destruction or piss off the Demiurges the most)
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