The fact that the time between updates is slowly getting longer and longer is beginning to piss me off...Guess I'll just have to put finishing them a couple notches higher on my priority list.
OH YES.
Armok: Summon SCP-682 and direct it at the Flesh Liberator. I mean, you do want to see the God-King become and undead slave, right?
God-King DZA: Utilize your badassery into a weapon you think is awesome and overpowered. Fight! For everlasting peace!
"Well, this has gone on long enough.", says the thunderous voice of Armok, as we both continue to watch his blue-eyed friend evade Flesh Liberator's fury.
"It has been an amazing spectacle so far, but I think it's time we move on to the grand finale.""I couldn't agree more.", I respond with a smile.
Suddenly,
SCP-682 out of fucking nowhere! With amazing speed, an unearthly creature leaps out at Flesh Liberator, barely missing Armok's friend, and grabbing the spearsword in its mouth,
latching on firmly! Flesh Liberator is unable to break free from SCP-682's grip!Flesh Liberator attempts to pull away, while the unearthly creature tries with all its might to break or damage the spearsword. However, Both of their efforts seem to be in vain.
"There. That should keep your bothersome weapon distracted long enough to assimilate you into the Lich King's undead legions."After watching the unearthly creature gnaw and thrash at Flesh Liberator for a couple seconds, I close my eyes and place my hands together, as I begin quietly chanting to myself.
"Heheheh, not much of a threat without that all-powerful spearsword of yours, are you God-King? I'm sorry to tell you this, but no amount of prayer is going to help you now."Slowly, my aura intensifies. My third eye then opens up, glowing brilliantly with untold amounts of energy, while arcane symbols appear on the palms of my hands. "It seems you have made yet another mistake, Armok. For you see, although Flesh Liberator has been a great help to me on my adventure, I now realize something. I realize that, no matter how strong, durable, or efficient my equipment is, my most powerful weapon, is
myself."
I open my eyes, which now glow with the same brilliant energy as my third one.
"Let the grand finale begin.">A challenger appears! Toady One The Great (BEYOND QUALITY)!
>Armok: bow before The Only Toad
Raptor: watno watdidudo tothe fleshliberator! >RAEG INTO COMBAT
Just then, a familiar bright light spawns nearby, momentarily illuminating the entire area. Just as I expect, once the light fades away, I find the hammer-wielding toad man standing stoically before us. It would seem Armok is a bit surprised by his arrival.
"Toady One...? Ah, come to witness the God-King's execution first-hand, have you? Well worry not, I'm taking care of everything. Just sit back and enjoy the show, O Great One." Judging by his oddly submissive attitude, it's safe to say that if the blood god had any physical form, it would most certainly be bowing right now.
"I was wondering when I'd see you again, toad man. I have to thank you for showing up so conveniently. Now I can deal with both you, and that sorry waste of power named Armok at the same time, without having to go through the trouble of searching for you myself.", I say, as I feel myself continue to grow more powerful with each passing second.
The arrival of the toad man distracts me from the sound of violently whirling metal blades coming from the enraged fan-headed raptor, as it grinds both undead and demon alike into an equally fine mist, before setting its sights on me as the next target to unleash its unspeakable anger upon. It rampages toward me with intentions that are, in all likelihood, not very kind. Fortunately(for me), the arcane symbols on my palms allow me to focus the immense energy surging throughout my body, and with a sway of my hand, the enraged fan-headed raptor goes flying off into the horizon, subsequently crashing into one of the distant pillars of light blue material.
"I hope you've been practicing with that hammer, toad man. I wouldn't want our final battle to be anti-climactic, after all. Let's see what you can do.""The Toad stares at you silently. After a while, you suddenly lose consciousness. Your body disappears from existence, leaving your clothes to drop to the ground. You find yourself in possession of absolute omniscience. It's startling at first, being able to observe and do anything. You manage to take a look around the area of your body, and you see The Toad, as well as a strange, naked man. The man looks like a nerdy 13 year old, and he's begging The Toad for forgiveness. He sounds a little bit like Armok... The Toad raises his Banishment Hammer and smashes the man's skull in, then promptly disappears again.
So yes, Toady One The Great has deified you in the place of Armok, immature 13 year old.
Now levitating slightly above the ground, I wait for the toad man to make his move. However, rather than attacking, he simply stares at me with that same emotionless gaze he always has. In fact, he doesn't even bother to get into any sort of combat stance at all. Does he truly underestimate me that much?
"Fine. I was trying to be nice and let you have the first strike, but if you are going to be so unappreciative of my kindness, I'll just obliterate you now." I raise my hand in the toad man's direction, but just before I am able to commence said obliteration, I black out.
When I reawaken, I feel very peculiar. Unsure about exactly what has happened to me, I begin to fear that I have succumbed to death yet again. Though, after taking a moment to calm down, I quickly realize that is not the case. Actually, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever felt more alive.
I try to concentrate on remembering what occurred just before losing consciousness(for the millionth goddamn time), and somehow immediately find myself looking over my last known location, near the arena ruins. Interestingly, I notice my clothes laying littered on the floor. And even more interestingly, there seems to be a nude, adolescent male, considerably lacking in both physical fitness and attractiveness, desperately pleading with the toad man. Despite never seeing this person until just now, I somehow know with undoubted certainty that it is Armok.
"I'm sorry! How was I supposed to know he would go all God Mode on me?? Look, I admit things didn't go exactly as I planned, but I can still handle it! Just give me one more chance!! I promise I'll- Suddenly, Armok's pleading stops, as the toad man drives his hammer firmly into the ex-deity's head,
shattering the skull and pulverizing the brain!The toad man pulls his hammer from Armok's broken mess of a cranium. The naked corpse falls over, spilling blood and brain over the surrounding earth. The toad man then looks up to the sky, before disappearing in a flash of bright light.
The Lich King: have your sword fly back into your hand fixed.
Medivh: nod slightly. "The great Toad has spoken. All hail King DZA, the new god of blood, patron of the Dwarves, lover of chaos." Circle above what's left of the arena cawing loudly.
The blue-eyed friend of Armok remains quiet. He outstretches his arm, as his sword miraculously mends itself, and flies back into his grip. The crow flies around the arena ruins, announcing that I have risen to take the place of Armok, Ex-God of Blood. It's piercing caws echo across the land, and all fighting is halted, in order to heed the bird's message.
DZA: Construct ye-self a bad-a** crown from Armok's obsidian bones
And encrust it with bits of his left eyeball, socketing the right eyeball in the middle.
"The New God of Blood...It's definitely a nice title, though God of Everything would be much more preferable. But, that is a matter another time. For now, I wish to give my powers a little test run..."Focusing on the corpse of Armok, I watch as the lifeless body becomes twisted and mangled, until eventually, a crown made of its obsidian bones bursts from its torso.
"Hmm...All craftsmanship is of the highest quality, but it still feels like it could use something...Wait, I got it!" I then remove the eyes from Armok's corpse.
After taking a little time decorating the crown with pieces of one of the eyes, I return the other to its previous uncrushed state, and use it as the crown's centerpiece to tie the whole thing together.
"Perfect! It's a tad disappointing that I can't currently wear it myself, but who knows, maybe I'll find some worthy follower to gift it to, or something..."For a split second, you understand EVERYTHING then you lose it.
"Alright, my omnipotence is still intact, and I'm clearly having no trouble with omnipresence...Just one last thing to check.", I say to myself. I then concentrate, and begin to briefly ponder every subject that comes to my mind, which just so happens to be every subject in existence. As the number of subjects I contemplate grows, so does my comprehension of them. Soon, it all seems to click, and everything about anything ever becomes crystal clear. No piece of information escapes my mental grasp.
"Astounding, It's all so simple. This is magnificent, it's beautiful, it's...gone? Fuck! I was sure I had that one, too...Oh well, I suppose two out of three isn't bad.">Mr. T:
Avenge your awesome-pal Chuck Norris by pounding D.Z.A. into submission with INCREEEDIBLE POWER!
>Super Dave (Google Super Dave, first result should be Super Dave Osborne on Wikipedia.):
In one of your stunts, get in the way of the beatdown. Get blasted around the arena, bouncing around at unbelievable speed without dying because Super Dave gets ridiculously injured but never dies.
Well, it seems the pinnacle of my adventure has been reached. My power is unmatched, my companions have been avenged, and my reign is unchallenged. I, D.Z.A., am unstoppable.
"Now...Where the hell did that guy come from?", I wonder, as I observe a muscular man with a splendid little mohawk pound me into submission using his unarguably incredible power. And by me, I mean my abandoned pile of clothes on the ground. I admire his determination, but he's probably going to need a different strategy if plans on doing any actual harm to an omnipresent being like myself.
Unluckily for said incredibly powerful man, his ruthless assault on my garments is interrupted when some apparently indestructible person gets launched through the tear in reality, ricochets around what's left of the arena, and crashes into him.
Super Dave Collides with Mr. T! Mr. T tumbles backwards!So here I am, omnipotent and omnipresent God-King, currently watching over a specific area near the arena ruins. Other than the ongoing struggle between Flesh Liberator and the unearthly creature, things are fairly calm at the moment. What a very curious situation this is. Just what does one do, when they have the ability to do anything?
Name: D.Z.A.
Sex: Male.
Age: 16
Badassery Level:
∞.
Location: Everywhere.
Inventory: Anything.
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