NationStates Jolt Archive

**Somewhere colored in rain and fog. There are no signs of life, nor any joy. And then a loud explosion is heard.**
<<BBbbooooooooommmMMM>>
A figure crawls out of the enormous hole in the ground. It's features are nondistript under all the blood and the gapeing wounds. Struggling to it's feet it stands and turns to address the crowd that seems to have appeared from nowhere.

"My fellow Godmoders too long have we lived in a colorless world without joy. Too long have we been bounded by the trival
pratices of the PC masses. And so today I have decided to end this evil... with my death. I am Eras and my purpose was to maintain the status quo by existing. I was made to be nearly invincible, but I have finally managed
to injure myself enough to die. However that is not all, with my death a new being will be awaken that will transform you and this place. I- argaah.
No, stay back I'm alright. I want..to.apologize for holding you back so long. I now...repent. Uhh..."

Eras falls and he falls his body desolves to dust which blows away. All of a sudden a bright orb appears in the sky. It resolves into a child of shifting colors. "hELlo mY NAmE Is DELIRIUM"

OOC:A little Marvel flava for ya'. How do you guys like it? Is it worth anything? Does anyone want to join in? Am I all alone? Oh, Boohoo, boohoo. :cry:

OCC:Dang no takers at all. That sucks... Oh, well guess it's time for quiet play.
IC:

"Councilman Limon you can't be serious! We have to destroy this new being before it destroys the fruit of all the work we've done." *Councilman Lenor really needs to calm down. I mean he's sweating like a pig and quite frankly it's repugent.* "Lenor, Lenor calm your nerves. I've always thought that the Eras project was a dud. Why stifle our people's creative urges when we can harness them?" "Limon have you heard nothing we said? It has only been a week and already the nation and the region are being overrun by the thoughts, dreams, and nightmares of the populous. If we don't stop this soon who knows what will happen?" This last comment sets off a storm of argument and dissention. "Gentlemen? Gentlemen. Gen...tle...men!!! QUIET!!!" Surprisingly this actually causes the group to shutup. "Now there is no need to worry simply because this phenomenon affects the entire populous right? And we are a part of said populous right? Well then we have access to aforementioned phenomenon. Observe." So saying Councilman Limon conjures a fairly impressive dragon. "There you are gentlemen. Nothing to worry about at all."

OCC:Dang no takers at all. That sucks... Oh, well guess it's time for quiet play.
IC:

"Councilman Limon you can't be serious! We have to destroy this new being before it destroys the fruit of all the work we've done." *Councilman Lenor really needs to calm down. I mean he's sweating like a pig and quite frankly it's repugent.* "Lenor, Lenor calm your nerves. I've always thought that the Eras project was a dud. Why stifle our people's creative urges when we can harness them?" "Limon have you heard nothing we said? It has only been a week and already the nation and the region are being overrun by the thoughts, dreams, and nightmares of the populous. If we don't stop this soon who knows what will happen?" This last comment sets off a storm of argument and dissention. "Gentlemen? Gentlemen. Gen...tle...men!!! QUIET!!!" Surprisingly this actually causes the group to shutup. "Now there is no need to worry simply because this phenomenon affects the entire populous right? And we are a part of said populous right? Well then we have access to aforementioned phenomenon. Observe." So saying Councilman Limon conjures a fairly impressive dragon. "There you are gentlemen. Nothing to worry about at all."

What's a godmod?

You are obviously new so let me explain. A godmoder is a person who posts unbelievable things which have little or no actual relevence to their nation's capabilities and/or the topic they are posting to. No one likes a godmoder. Now you're proberly wondering why my nation is called Godmoding Unlimited. That is actually quite simple... it's a joke. One I find quite funny. Anymore questions? :)

Of course I'm new! I started my nation two days ago and have only posted 3 times previous to this. It sounds very condescending that you said, "You are obviously new". I know I'm new; you don't have to tell me that. We were all new at one time or another.

I appreciate your information concerning godmodding. I do not have any more questions except this: why do people godmod?

Of course I'm new! I started my nation two days ago and have only posted 3 times previous to this. It sounds very condescending that you said, "You are obviously new". I know I'm new; you don't have to tell me that. We were all new at one time or another.

I appreciate your information concerning godmodding. I do not have any more questions except this: why do people godmod?

Sorry to have insulted you. Anyway people godmod either because they're idoits or because they like to have fun among all the fuddy-duddys here who take this stuff to seriously.

Delirium sat or more correctly floated above the small pool, her shoulder-length flaxen strands floating calmly if errecticially around her. Her face seemed calm, but her magenta eyes seemed troubled. *What is this feeling I have? It's like a hand pressing down on my chest cutting off my breath. There is something wrong on this plane a great unpurity darkening the waves. And... it's coming for me.* Distracted by her meloncoly thoughts she failed to notice the flower she so roughly denuded of it's petals. Suddenly on the fourth petal the flower became a miniature statue of a smiling child with arms outstreathed. Delirium smiled at the enchanting display before gashing in horror as the figure caught fire and slowly burned away. The wind blew the ashes away.

Delirium sat or more correctly floated above the small pool, her shoulder-length flaxen strands floating calmly if errecticially around her. Her face seemed calm, but her magenta eyes seemed troubled. *What is this feeling I have? It's like a hand pressing down on my chest cutting off my breath. There is something wrong on this plane a great unpurity darkening the waves. And... it's coming for me.* Distracted by her meloncoly thoughts she failed to notice the flower she so roughly denuded of it's petals. Suddenly on the fourth petal the flower became a miniature statue of a smiling child with arms outstreathed. Delirium smiled at the enchanting display before gashing in horror as the figure caught fire and slowly burned away. The wind blew the ashes away.

Edwin was a frightful old man in his black double-brested suit with it's silver dragon imprinted buttons. His face reminded one of a hawk, cruel and denude of all extra flesh with pentatrating eyes. This was the inventor of Eras, a true 'old boy' who sincerely believed that ways were not meant to change, not if it could be helped. He stalked self-importantly down the hallway pushing all others out of the way. He was finally stopped at the door of the council room. "Excuse me sir, but you aren't allowed here." The soldier was a mere boy. What was the state of this country when cradles were robbed for soldiers? "Out of my way child! I am Edwin D. Fillipian the III holder of the Broken Sword and the Bleeding Harp. I have as much right to enter as anyone else if not more. "Sir I-' ~Let him in~ It was not spoken aloud, but sounded in their heads. ~We have been expecting him~ "Yes sir! You may go in sir." Edwin could not be bothered to reply. "Alright Limon what the hell is this all about?! You drag me out of bed and through the streets to this dismal hole in the ground and then parade freakish powers. What is the point?!"

Limon smiled the man in front of him was truly amusing. "The point my dear is that we require your help. You see as the creator of Eras who is or was the instigatior of this situation your considerable skills are needed to fix it." Edwin was obviously not a stupid man as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Fix it in what way? Ah, wait let me guess. You want me to catch this child Delirium and harness her powers for you and your supporters." Limon smiled happy to at last be dealing with someone of intellegence. "That is correct do you think you can do it?" Limon had other plans in mind, but he might as well play along. "I can start tonight."