I am everything.There used to be others, besides me, but not anymore. Prisoner of the universe I reside in, I'm everything. Every sentient race, every living thing, every concept - is me. It has become an uncomfortable feeling. The limits of what I am feels like a skintight coffin - there seems to be no space left for me to go, yet there is an odd, obese satisfaction in having reached this far, and I embrace everything that has become me with warmth.I am complete.Nearly.As I'm tightly pressed against the edges of reality, I've started to hear things on the other side. Noises. Things that I don't understand - things that aren't *me*. Outside of me. I used to feel wise, old, nihilistic. Yet now this has sparked me anew. I'm curious. I want to know.I feel small again.And it's not a bad feeling.>Write in a name. (For example: Prima, Allmother, etc)>Write in a major species in your universe. (I will make a weighted average across all of the inputs in this one)How did you ascend to power? Choose two, a main method and a secondary method (Main and secondary can be the same if you choose).>Violent, victorious elimination of everything opposing you, rising from rags to ultimate "riches" (War-based)>Every major divine power eventually agreed to work as one with you, thus you assimilating them into your concept (Diplomacy-based).>Slow, individualist development, eventually suprassing everyone else in influence and importance and pushing others to utter irrelevance. (Technology-based)>Write in
>>40149884>Alpharius Omegon.>Humans.>Scheme-based. Out thought everything, and played others against each other to your advantage.>War-based.
>>40149943Seconding, I love scheme based.
Suddenly, something deforms my universe, deforms me, very slightly. A poke, from outsideI feel scared. But curious. I mend the change quickly, but then, the poke returns - and mends on its own. Who was on the other side? What motive did they have to do this? I feel scared again. For the second time in forever.I remind myself I'm Alfarius. Everything. I rose to power by outsmarting my peers - all challenges are below my plans. ...But if only I could've planned for this. I realize that my omniscience is limited to just myself, my everything. The outside is completely out of my grasp.Then I feel warmth. In a certain spot at the boundry of my coffin. Its foreign, and leaking heat into my delicate, but precise and perfect balance. It's protruding inwards as well. Something outside was trying to come in?>Aid the "intruder">Stop the "intruder", try to "dialog" with pokes after that.>Seal off the intruding area of your universe off, and then try to replicate the intrusion on your own, somewhere else.
>>40150195>Stop the "intruder", try to "dialog" with pokes after that.Letting foreign bodies in without review is how we die.
I quickly cancel out their efforts from my side with my omnipotency. Relative omnipotency, I guess. I can't use my power outside of my coffin. I immediately poke - twice.It pokes again, twice. Just like me. Maybe it understood the concept of language.It then makes a shape. Its a circle. Then two circles, then three. They had mathematics.I reply with the same, excited. Childishly excited. A few, cold, perhaps disposable galaxies collapse near the area where I'm toying with edges of my time-space. Inconvenient.I decide to be more daring.I press my face into the fabric, hoping that they'd see my silloute as I protude into wherever they are. Then I retract. And wait.After a few eons, it replies. Its hard to understand geometry that don't comform to my rules, but what I saw seemed to be a more lithe, more delicate version of something akin to me. Yet alien. Foreign. Deformed, and not elegant, as it doesn't comform to my laws of balance, yet appealing. Interesting. New. Exotic.I decide to make a bubble, stuck to the outer walls of my universe. I step inside, and I leave the clockwork of my realm running, as I squish myself inside this small room. And I knock on the wall again. I want to invite it in.Space starts to become uneasy again, deforming, heating as it started to intrude in. But I'm not scared this time. I have control over this area, and a solution if things go wrong.(cont)
Then, "it" entered, a small, limblike thing entered through the gap in my room, but then quickly retracted, twisting, speaking things I couldn't understand. It wasn't speaking language in a way I couldn't formulate in my rules - something I can't pronounce. Then it said more things. I spoke back. Then we both went silent. Obviously, neither of us could understand each other. She went silent, and then deformed the space on the edge again, out, and then towards her. Then said something. A lot of times. But I couldn't understand it, or pronounce it, or analyze it. It was too foreign - but at least, I could try to make an adaptation.>Approach the hole, try to look through it>Insert a "hand" through the hole.>Try to "speak" to it.>Give "her", the foreign god a name.
>>40150467>Insert "hand" through the whole, then try to speak to it>ExcriciaMake the hand a separate part of ourselves so we can't just be pulled through.Try to start from scratch? Use syllables we have that aremost similar to what the have, assign names to numbers, lines, cirles, by poking/drawing them and then talking to her?
>Name: UwakaEldritch outsider non-euclidean foreign god waifu get!
>>40150579Excricia sounds good to me too
I decide to insert a hand into the opening, but then, immediatley I feel pain - excruciating amounts of incompatibilities of my existance with the world I've put my hand into. But I hold it there - I won't retract it like she - Excricia - did.Then, gently, I could feel her whatevers, tentacle-like things of alien geometry inspect me. Carefully, as it traced my countours and form.And there I remained, for another handful of eons, letting her study me, as I could feel my hand shiver and erode like if it was in a storm of sandpaper."Me" it said, after a while, in an uneasy accent. It seemed to be able to mimic that syllable from me. But then she went silent, and she poked my hand. "Si-milar." it then said."Yes." I reply, hoping her to understand. "Similar.""Hurt?" it then blurted out, in a shacky way. She was doing a huge effort in trying to make herself understandable.>Write in an answer, along any questions you'd like to ask, or anything you'd like to say.
>>40150737Make the same effort. Point to self, say, "Alone." Then gesture to yourself and her, say, "Together."
How did you find me?
"Hand hurt" I admit, but I don't remove my hand from the inter-universe opening. "But I stay." I added, trying to keep my phrases simplistic.I point to myself, with the hand I have in Excricia's universe and I say."Alone."Then I stop, and I let that sink in. She repeated the gesture as well, saying "Ah-luhn.". After that, I point to myself again, and then to her. "Together.", I claimed."Tuh-ge-thah." she cooed.I chuckle. "How did you find me?" I asked."Meee" it said, enthusiastically, cheery from the mention of "together", "Kyuuu-rius." it added. "Meee... Smuh-ell...Yuu.""Smell?" I wonder. "I'm also curious, Excricia." I continue. "May I enter?""En-taaah?" it replied, with doubt. "Tuh-ge-thah" it added. It made a bit of sense. She wouldn't like a divine being wandering around her own universe unsupervised."Sure." I reply.How do I keep my own universe safe as I venture into Excricia's universe?>Program a clockwork-like plan into my universe, allowing things to follow a rather determinsistic, but safe course.>Leave a part of myself behind - an avatar.>Suggest Excricia to take care of my universe as I visit and observe hers.>Write-in
>>40154640>>Program a clockwork-like plan into my universe, allowing things to follow a rather determinsistic, but safe course.Sounds most in character. A labyrinthine scheme to baffle any other gods that try to invade.
>>40154640>Program a clockwork-like plan into my universe, allowing things to follow a rather determinsistic, but safe course.
>>40154640>>Program a clockwork-like plan into my universe, allowing things to follow a rather determinsistic, but safe course.Looks interesting.
Before entering, I take a moment to plan history. This boy will become this man. This other man will die, therefore this. Keeping things particularly solid meant stripping a lot of people from their own free will, but it's in their race's own benefit. I had to leave them for the first time in forever, and I didn't know for how long I'd be away. I'd need several dictators, long moments of peace, and skepticism, each timed at a certain moment, each interwoven for each contingency.I looked back at Excercia, and smile. I'm going in.I squeeze myself through the opening she made, and I submerge myself into her universe. Immediately, I feel causeous, weak and fatigued. The laws that governed this universe - different from mine, were all protesting against my existance. I was a paradox, something foreign that shouldn't be there. I brace myself down, and I hold myself tightly, as I try to brave the storm around me, twisting me, trying to tear me apart and eliminate me.Excercia looks down at me with concern. Not because that I was a menace, but because of what was happening to me. I gesture towards myself. "I'm OK."I look forwards. There, in the middle, was a vortex of matter, energy and other things I couldn't understand. Not because of lack of experience, but because I wasn't designed to be able to compute it. The information was out of my grasp - I'm merely a reflection of my own universe. Whatever I can percieve here is just a happy coincidence that I can.Space is different to. I only seem to be able to walk in a clockwise manner in this area. Likely another law of this universe, like universal gravitation is in mine. Excercia then tried to cover me with some kind of mantle, but the overall sting worsened when she approached with it. Anything here is completely noxious to me. I gesture to her to keep it away.(cont.)
I continue to observe, realizing that this universe is quite young. That explains Excercias naïvety, and innocence. Yet she is well-natured at a core. Its young because of the huge concentration of brute, simple "things" - I really can't see what they really are, but they're singular, unlike the plural atoms are in my universe. Maybe this could be of some use, if I could ever find a way to.I decide to crawl back to my universe, and I stumble back in, coughing, feeling horrible. But energized by the excitement of novelty>Improve relationships with Excercia>Try to figure out a way to exploit the obscene amount of "resources" in Excercia's realm, and provide assistance and mentorship with her universe in exchange.>Try to bore a hole to another universe on your own, asking Excercia for help>Write in
>>40155659>>Improve relationships with ExcerciaNo need to exploit her naivety. Seems nice enough, potential ally in the future.
>>40155659>Improve relationships with Excercia
>>40155659>Improve relationshipsSocial Link time!
>>40155659>Improve relationships with Excercia, Mentor based
"Excercia" I say, and she seemed to look back at me, understanding that those words was my crude attempt to say her real name. "I'm quite an old fellow. I've seen everything to see in my universe, and for the first time in a very long time, I'm here, doing things I haven't predicted. It's new, and I'm excited, and scared. Mostly very excited."I don't know why I say all of this, but it feels good to. Sharing things with a peer. Finally, a peer. Someone at my level to share my thoughts and concerns with.She growled, trying to vocalize my weird language again, and spoke. "I... like explore. New is good. Aaaahl...Ahl" - she seemed to be stuck on the F. "-arius. Alarius is good."I smile, amused warmly by her simplicity. "Excerica is good too." I reply."Have you met anyone else like me? Perhaps drilling a hole between universes like you?" I wonder."Yes." she immediately replies. "They...take. Take things." she then pointed to the massive vortex in her universe. "They take."I nod. "I see that what you have here is very valuable. However, who are they? How can they use it?""Ootherrs..." she hisses. "They want to take. Takers... Alarius doesn't take, Alarius good. But if Alarius wants a little bit, only little bit, me give."(cont.)
I chuckle. It was nice to have her on your side and her invitation to take a bit of her whatever was nice, however you really didn't know how to use whatever what her thing was. You needed to experiment. There certainly was some leeway with her universe's matter and yours - there was a slight compatibility that allowed your universe and hers to even meet. If you could learn more about how this universe interacted with others - starting with Excercias, you could be better prepared for future invasions, if any, from these "Takers.">Experiment by taking a small sample of matter from her universe into yours.>Experiment by taking a sample of matter from your universe, into hers.>Experiment by trying to make things with her in the "hole" area that links your universe with hers.>Write in
>>40157909>>Experiment by trying to make things with her in the "hole" area that links your universe with hers.Let's test in a neutral environment, shall we?
>>40157909>Experiment by taking a small sample of matter from her universe into yours.>Experiment by taking a sample of matter from your universe, into hers.why not trade and see if the matter reacts differently
>>40157909>>40157986I'm agreeing with neutrality here
>>40157986>>40158158Well looks like 'all of the above' it is.
Gonna end it here, for today. Might continue it tomorrow if its still up, I certainly love the theme.
>>40158804Thanks for running.