• If you would like to get your account Verified, read this thread
  • The TMF is sponsored by Clips4sale - By supporting them, you're supporting us.
  • Reminder - We have a ZERO TOLERANCE policy regarding content involving minors, regardless of intent. Any content containing minors will result in an immediate ban. If you see any such content, please report it using the "report" button on the bottom left of the post.
  • >>> If you cannot get into your account email me at [email protected] <<<
    Don't forget to include your username

Godmodding thread

kyhawkeye said:
:::reverses swithc on TMSV....blows out cold air, reducing the area to absolute zero....:::
Click to expand...


The 'Heart' now appears to be wearing a bobble hat...
 
conehead180 said:
*Frosty flies up behind the 'Heart' and snatches off the bobble hat, then flies way with it*
Click to expand...

Frosty melts as he/she/it comes close to the 'heart'...(well it did absorb solar energy so some residual heat is only to be expected)

Also the hat does not exist, its merely an psychic image. Where do you expect me to find a bobble hat the size of a house? And perhaps more importantly who has a head wide enough to give demand for such a thing?!?
 
Watcher said:
Frosty melts as he/she/it comes close to the 'heart'...(well it did absorb solar energy so some residual heat is only to be expected)

Also the hat does not exist, its merely an psychic image. Where do you expect me to find a bobble hat the size of a house? And perhaps more importantly who has a head wide enough to give demand for such a thing?!?
Click to expand...

Y'know, sometimes it's best to accept things for what they are rather than question their existence. Besides, you just said bobble hat. I figured it was just a regular sized one that sat on top of the 'heart', but who's to know what it's supposed to be like unless it is specified?

With that said...*pulls out a Hatori Hanzo sword (like the one in Kill Bill) and flies up to the 'heart', stabbing it with the sword, then flying around the 'heart' with the sword still stabbed into it, causing the sword to cut a massive gash in the 'heart'* (hey, you said than non-mundane attacks were ineffective, but this sword looks pretty mundane to me).
 
Ah, I love 8-Bit Theater, and I haven't checked it out in far too long.

Oh, and...
*because of the massive gash in the 'heart', the hadoken blast will actually go through to the inside of the 'heart'*
 
conehead180 said:
Ah, I love 8-Bit Theater, and I haven't checked it out in far too long.

Oh, and...
*because of the massive gash in the 'heart', the hadoken blast will actually go through to the inside of the 'heart'*
Click to expand...
You really should. It's getting really funny now that they've gone through the class change.
 
I'll probably spend a bit of time tomorrow catching up on what I've missed. I think I stopped at about 630 or something.
 
conehead180 said:
I'll probably spend a bit of time tomorrow catching up on what I've missed. I think I stopped at about 630 or something.
Click to expand...
That's not too bad. You'd only have about 54 or so to go to catch up. Over a few nights, I ended up reading all of them up to one point when I first came across the strip.
 
Agreed, 8-bit theatre r0x0rs (guess which 1 or 2 others I happen to read...that can be determined by this at least...And I'd imagine Lonelykimiko can guess one of them at least...)

And I'm glad you tried the sword thing...It fails to penetrate the 'heart' and in fact releases a shockwave though your sword... *I said it would not respond...this is no respond, the 'heart' is a focal storage point, as proved by the solar energy storage, and so the electrical storm energy is also stored here, adda metal sword into the equation and someone gets zapped, as opposed to having multiple bolts hurled at you I mean(the ptential response to non-mundane attacks...
Also the 'heart' is only semi-corporeal so...your blade passes though, but met some resistance.

And the hakoden? It was absorbed by the 'heart'... Which lauched a massive psychic counter response, in the form of a direct mental thrust to your frontal cranium...

Nb:There is a way to beat this, its just under your noses...
Nb: I'm setting a countdown now: 3 Wait and see what happens when the timer finishes, but the above chance gets slimmer when it does...
 
Last edited:
(just started reading 8-Bit, at 636 right now)

Huh, well that's a bummer. However, the electrical energy doesn't hurt me due to my elemental shield. Hmmm....*thinks*
 
Guess what, time for thread destruction!!! 😀😀😀

*Dogg comes out of no where and clicks the button on his remote. A series of explosions are heard throughout the thread as bombs that were attatched to critical supports of the thread explode without fail. Within a matter of seconds, the entire thread collapses under it's own weight...taking everyone with it*
 
big_dogg85 said:
Guess what, time for thread destruction!!! 😀😀😀

*Dogg comes out of no where and clicks the button on his remote. A series of explosions are heard throughout the thread as bombs that were attatched to critical supports of the thread explode without fail. Within a matter of seconds, the entire thread collapses under it's own weight...taking everyone with it*
Click to expand...
*Walks on top of the thread, noticing only the Sector 7 bomb went off.* Hmmm, now that can't be good.
Let's see, how to dodge an intense direct mental thrust... *Casts Reflect, so that the thrust is bounced away from me and back into the heart.*
 
big_dogg85 said:
Guess what, time for thread destruction!!! 😀😀😀

*Dogg comes out of no where and clicks the button on his remote. A series of explosions are heard throughout the thread as bombs that were attatched to critical supports of the thread explode without fail. Within a matter of seconds, the entire thread collapses under it's own weight...taking everyone with it*
Click to expand...


Silly, you destroyed the thread supports...and what can be destroyed can be remade...or regenerated.

Also, the fact we're here still indicates failure...

Sockstickler said:
Let's see, how to dodge an intense direct mental thrust... *Casts Reflect, so that the thrust is bounced away from me and back into the heart.*
Click to expand...

Which has no mind, but does take objection (a contradiction if ever I read one) to such an attack, releasing a new one...


And with this out of the way: 1
 
Last edited:
Watcher said:
Silly, you destroyed the thread supports...and what can be destroyed can be remade...or regenerated.

Also, the fact we're here still indicates failure...
Click to expand...

Of course it can be regenerated but at this moment, it is your essence that is here in the thread. You have no physical body to speak of, since it's under the rubble. Of course, that doesn't mean u can't godmod urself a brand spankin new one...

*gets out guitar and starts playing a familiar tune: "Someone told me long ago, there's a calm before the storm. I know, it's been comin for some time..."*
 
big_dogg85 said:
Of course it can be regenerated but at this moment, it is your essence that is here in the thread. You have no physical body to speak of, since it's under the rubble. Of course, that doesn't mean u can't godmod urself a brand spankin new one...

*gets out guitar and starts playing a familiar tune: "Someone told me long ago, there's a calm before the storm. I know, it's been comin for some time..."*
Click to expand...

I had a physical body here??

Sockstickler said:
Ah ha! I know the answer! *Grabs Dogg and throws him at the heart* Doggdoken!
Click to expand...

The 'Heart' absor...Wait, it can't do that... Dogg gets electrocuted...that'll teach him to try and end it now...

Countdown: 0

An immense earthen column rises out of the ground, encased in a burning layer of something...
It continues to rise up, until it strikes the 'Heart' being completely absorbed into the swirling nebulous form, which goes from dark red to a metallic stormy grey interspersed with shots of blues, reds and brown...

Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Love*Dammit!*...
My creation is come, prepare yourselves for it's elemental fury...
 
Sockstickler said:
Ah ha! I know the answer! *Grabs Dogg and throws him at the heart* Doggdoken!
Click to expand...

Thou art a bastard Socks! 😛 If ur gonna make me a hadoken blast, do it with some flair!!!

*Doggdoken becomes a Shinku Doggdoken.*
 
Watcher said:
An immense earthen column rises out of the ground, encased in a burning layer of something...
It continues to rise up, until it strikes the 'Heart' being completely absorbed into the swirling nebulous form, which goes from dark red to a metallic stormy grey interspersed with shots of blues, reds and brown...

Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Love*Dammit!*...
My creation is come, prepare yourselves for it's elemental fury...
Click to expand...

OMG! It's Milla Jovovich!!!!!!! :wooha: :wooha: :wooha:
 
big_dogg85 said:
OMG! It's Milla Jovovich!!!!!!! :wooha: :wooha: :wooha:
Click to expand...


Not even close... And its Socks' fault for the love, not mine... But at least the Hadoken attacks my creation can throw now will make up for that...
 
Watcher said:
Not even close... And its Socks' fault for the love, not mine... But at least the Hadoken attacks my creation can throw now will make up for that...
Click to expand...
And, um, just to explain how my accidental contribution worked, the Hadoken (At least in 8-Bit Theater) takes all of the love in the universe and concentrates it into one blast of pure destructive energy. It's something that a good Black Mage can only use once per day.
Oddly enough, divorce rates always seem to shoot up whenever it's fired.
 
Well, I leave and this is what happens...utter and complete confusion! Bahhhhhhhh....

*looks at Watchers creation*
To you I say, in the words of Joe Swanson, "BRING IT OOOOOONNNNN!!!
 
Appears on the scene, and snaps his fingers. Everything turns to dust, the monsters and all, only the people are left. They pale before him and their clothes turn black. They can not speak. A stage appears, and they stand upon it. An orchestra is above them. and seats are all around. Angels come from the sky and sit in the seats, and orchestra begins to play. The mimes move like puppets, above them ,strings attach, held by dark, holders in shapeless shrouds. The mimes chase a dark phantom in a circle, never catching their prey. in the back ground, a worm enters, it is as red as blood, and a hundred feet high. It's mouth is full of long teeth, each one sharp as a razor. it eats one mime, it is dogg. then another. Sockstickler. it devours the phantom, and every other mime on stage. the music comes to a crescendo, the angels wail, in sadness, and their tears, fall upon the stage. the music softens the worm slowly dies, and what persons are left, quiver in fear. One man, in a cape, runs about and blows out the candles. and there is darkness. the dark forms of the people can be seen, the blood red, satin curtain, comes down quickly. and closes the angels out from what lies within, and silence ensues.

Minutes, later, there is a clap. then more, and more, then a sea of angels, stand in their seats, their calps, their applause, celebrating the tragedy. and silence ensues again, as a man in a cape enters. he wears a mask of a man who smiles. It is guy Fawkes.
He speaks
Lo, tis a gala night
within the lonesome latter year,
an angel throng, bewinged bedight,
in veils and drowned in tears,
sit in a theater to see,
a play of hopes and fears,
while the orchestra, breathes fitfully,
the music of the spheres.
And you angels, all pallid, and wan,
uprising, availing, affirm,
that the play is the tragedy man,
and it's hero, who, you see here,
dead as death itself,
the epitome, of his actions, of his wealth,
You see, his blood red and shriveling form,
it is the conjoiner of this play,
*begins to blow away into dust, and only his voice is left. The lights are no more.*
it is the conqueror worm.
 
All is dead, the world is gone, it could not last forever,
and all who think my words were wrong, thou art fair weather,
for death is a part of life, and this too it seems,
was a living being all its self, walking in the scheme of things.
Was a living being all its own, moving behind the scenes.
and so it ends, oh it ends, right from the start, look upon this in history, as the greatest kind of part.
the greatest thought, the thinkers acknowledge must,
earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
What's New
1/25/26
There will be Trivia in our Chat Room this Sunday eve at 11PM EST.

Door 44
Live Camgirls!
Live Camgirls
Streaming Videos
streaming tickling videos on demand at the TMF!
Tickling videos on demand!
Pic of the Week
Pic of the Week
Congratulations to
*** brad1701 ***
 The winner of our weekly Trivia, held every Sunday night at 11PM EST in our Chat Room
Back
Top