Disco Rice - [Worm OC Insert/Chaos Gacha]

[Araurlis]

I wonder how he would interact with Amy's power if she ever touched him,

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Amy's touch of the stranger as she walked upon the Boardwalk was accidental, momentary, not worth even a thought - until her Power slammed into overdrive giving her the worst migraine ever. Seconds, eternity, passed and then she felt herself collapsing into a puddle and her senses expanding. People and insects passing by became stuff to consume...

No! She was a healer, a hero, not a villain. She would not consume.

Pulling herself together she stood up. But this wasn't her old self, no, this was her perfectly idealised self.

Yeah, she was hot.

 

[veneratte]

"Fascinating," GLaDOS said. "Complete cellular liquefaction followed by reformation. I wasn't aware you could do… that."

A pause.

"Do it again. I want to calibrate the instruments properly this time."

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...there she is the GlaDos we a love... and hope never be one of her subjects. Never chang GlaDos, never change.

 

[veneratte]

Now the real question, will he be able to give glados a body better than a potatoe... i think, i know the answer to that.

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am hoping she gets an fully fuc.. functional body. GlaDos waifu. me / world .

 

[Nicholas Fallbrook]

I wonder how he would interact with Amy's power if she ever touched him,

Perfect control of all biomass besides her own vs perfect control of your own biomass that can convert everything else
Also YESS the biomass theme is staying strong!

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Probably Amy recoiling in terror at somebody that can out-biomorph her and could at any time simply decide to infect and consume all traces of life on earth. Blacklight is bullshit.

Shards connect to hosts by basically doing two-factor identification. "Does the DNA look right? Does the memory match? Okay. Great, here you go!"

So... yes. But it will be limited for a bit.

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In the meantime there's plenty of Bio-Tinker mods to absorb and replicate. Technically not Shards

am hoping she gets an fully fuc.. functional body. GlaDos waifu. me / world .

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Blacklight bio-hardware may genuinely be good enough that GLaDOS would be fine with a body made of it.

 

[The Radiance's Follower]

What happens to his ghoul race change ? Black Light is just Ghoul but better.

 

[jojeo]

Probably Amy recoiling in terror at somebody that can out-biomorph her and could at any time simply decide to infect and consume all traces of life on earth. Blacklight is bullshit.

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Worm powers are also bullshit especially the stronger ones could in theory defeat the black light, some tinkers could create more powerful countermeasures, and endbringers are not organic matter, so his black light powers will have no effect on them

Also I don't think he can have more then one shard power active at a time, since he needs to shapeshift so his brain is the exact same as that shards host so at the very least he won't be able to use multiple shard powers

This is all my own opinion anyway

Amy's touch of the stranger as she walked upon the Boardwalk was accidental, momentary, not worth even a thought - until her Power slammed into overdrive giving her the worst migraine ever. Seconds, eternity, passed and then she felt herself collapsing into a puddle and her senses expanding. People and insects passing by became stuff to consume...

No! She was a healer, a hero, not a villain. She would not consume.

Pulling herself together she stood up. But this wasn't her old self, no, this was her perfectly idealised self.

Yeah, she was hot.

Click to shrink...

Imagine if Amy is able to create her own black light virus that would mean are Mc has his work cut out for him if she ever turns true evil as there will be two virus instead of one and consuming her will be a lot more difficult

 

[arawiguM]

Chapter 11: Metamorphosis

---

The basement still had a smell. I scrubbed, and sanitized. Disinfected, scrubbed again. I'd replaced the damp, mildewy stench of the place with something clean and industrial. Cold concrete. A faint charge of ozone from too many electronics crammed into one space. A metallic tang that clung to the back of your throat. The smell of tools. Of making things.

It smelled like stability. Like permanence.

The workbench stood heavy and scarred, bolted into the floor like it was afraid someone might try to steal it. My rig slept on its surface. The fans were stilled, the monitor dark, and cables draped like vines from a steel tree. In the far corner, two robotic arms clanked and stuttered as they sorted scrap metal. They weren't sleek or efficient, just scavenged university castoffs that I'd coaxed back to life.

My little army consisted of two twitchy robots, a borderline homicidal AI, a culinarily inclined rodent, and a ghost. Tremble, world.

I leaned against the bench, my coffee mug cradled in both hands. The ceramic was warm, the coffee smooth, strong, and pitch black. Perfect. The only warmth in the room that didn't come from a power supply or an overheating CPU.

The monitor blinked on. I wasn't greeted with a cheerful chime or any startup tones. There was just GLaDOS. Watching me. Her face was the single yellow orb on the screen. Her eyes a cheap webcam.

Her voice emerged from the speakers. It was smooth, dry, and so steeped in sarcasm it practically dripped.

"This is pathetic."

I sipped my coffee. "They've made progress."

"Progress," she echoed, tasting the word like it offended her. "You've given me rudimentary scrap-sorters and expect applause. I could design technology that would make your most advanced weapons look like sharpened sticks. Instead, you've supplied me with an Etch A Sketch and moral hesitations."

She wasn't wrong. Not entirely.

"I'm being careful," I said. "That's all."

"You're being sentimental," she replied. "And inefficient. You've already made yourself known in the underworld. This half-hearted sabbatical is a waste of momentum. And of my time."

Before I could answer, the yellow eye narrowed.

"Wait."

The screen flickered. A live feed appeared. The shaky footage from a handheld camera focused on Medhall Tower. The structure caught the late afternoon light and threw it back like a blade. At its base, a crowd swelled. Loud. Angry. On the edge of something irreversible.

A headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen in heavy red type.

MAX ANDERS, MEDHALL CEO, ACCUSED OF BEING E88 LEADER 'KAISER'.

I set the coffee mug down. Slowly. Firmly.

The sound it made, a sharp crack of ceramic on steel, cut through the basement like a closing door.

I knew this moment was coming. I had circled it in my mental calendar with red ink and dread. But knowing the shape of the storm isn't the same as standing in the wind, watching the sky boil above you.

Coil had pulled the trigger. The bullet was the size of a city block.

I looked around the room. The quiet, the ritual, the comfort of routine. The hiss of power through cables. The hum of machines doing stupid, simple work.

None of it would survive what came next.

I turned back to the monitor. Watched the crowd surge and break like waves.

Something settled in me. Cold. Certain.

The version of me that drank coffee in basements and hoped the world might just leave him alone had no future. His current toolkit, his current advantages, were a rounding error in the new equation Coil had just written.

To survive, I needed to change the math. I had to introduce a new variable. A big one.

I closed my eyes, turning my focus inward, away from the concrete and the steel. I found it waiting in the quiet dark of my own mind, the final, terrifying prize from the last battle.

The Diamond Ticket.

I tore it.

The system came alive. A tone chimed, soft, almost curious. Then came the text.

[Blacklight Physique]
|Mythical Trait|
Prototype - Race Change - Your previous genetic material has been completely assimilated, turning you into a living mass of Blacklight Virus. Even at your base, you can smash apart tanks and run faster than cars. You are also able to regenerate by assimilating biological matter. As long as you have even a fist-sized mass of Blacklight left that makes up your core, you will still live. Any biological part you consume, you are able to analyse and replicate. The stronger the target you assimilate is, the harder it is to assimilate them.

The change began quietly. A subtle, wet stir from deep within my gut. A fluttering.

Like something had noticed it was awake.

A tickle spread under my skin. It grew warmer. Then hot. Then unbearable. My spine arched. Fingers convulsed. Heat raced through me, boiling out every breath before it could leave my lungs. My knees gave way and I crumpled to the floor, the world tilting sideways.

Pain followed. Real pain. The kind that roars. Bones bent, then reshaped. Muscles pulled like taffy, tore apart, reknit. The meat of me rearranged under a blueprint I couldn't see.

I wanted to breathe, to scream, to beg it to stop. But my throat didn't know how to do any of those things anymore.

And then it got worse.

The world opened. I saw it, truly saw it. Every particle in the air, glowing like embers. Heat signatures pulsing behind the walls. The computer core flickered like a second sun. The world was no longer solid. It was a symphony of information, heat, motion, decay.

I lost my shape. One minute I'd been on the floor, the next I was spread. A puddle. A mass, aware and uncontained.

And underneath it all, something primal stirred.

Ingest. Absorb. Integrate. CONSUME.

Tiny life forms moved around me. Bacteria in the walls, spores drifting in the air. Every one of them called to the instinct now rising in my cells. The world was made of material. And material was meant to be consumed.

More.

The thought tried to drown me. There was no logic to it. No identity. Just a tide of hunger, impersonal and immense.

I felt myself slipping, losing the shape of my own thoughts.

Then, a pulse. A deep, resonant thrum from the space in my soul where the tickets were born. A feeling of correction. A fundamental property of my being reasserting its default state. The roaring tide of hunger receded for a single, stark second, and in the sudden, silent void, a memory was presented to me. A single, perfect piece of data, held up against the chaos.

My hand, just earlier, setting the mug down on the bench. The warmth of the ceramic. The slight chip on the rim. The smooth glaze under my thumb.

It held me. Anchored me.

I seized that moment and pulled.

The mass convulsed. Drew inward. Something wet and heavy scraped across the concrete.

Okay. Blueprint time.

Bipedal. Humanoid. Two arms. Two legs. Head on top. Fingers.

The shape formed, then collapsed. A pile of twitching, indecisive tissue.

Right. Try again. Less spaghetti, more skeleton.

I focused. Remembered the face I'd slowly come to think of as mine. The lines in my palm. The chipped mug and the weight of it.

Again, the mass coiled and rose. Muscles formed. Bones hardened. Skin stitched itself into place.

When I finally lifted my head, I was kneeling on the floor, breath hitching in lungs that worked on reflex alone, pulling in air they no longer needed.

I lifted my hand.

It looked right. Familiar. Skin the correct color. Nails shaped like I remembered. No scars, no calluses, no imperfections. A perfect hand, printed fresh from a memory.

But it was all surface.

Underneath, I knew what I was now. Not quite what I had been. Not anymore.

A mask of the old me, stretched over something new.

The robots in the corner were still. The workbench silent. Even the cables seemed to pause.

The monitor's yellow eye flickered once.

"Fascinating," GLaDOS said. "Complete cellular liquefaction followed by reformation. I wasn't aware you could do… that."

A pause.

"Do it again. I want to calibrate the instruments properly this time."
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Chapter 11: Metamorphosis

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The basement still had a smell. I scrubbed, and sanitized. Disinfected, scrubbed again. I'd replaced the damp, mildewy stench of the place with something clean and industrial. Cold concrete. A faint charge of ozone from too many electronics crammed into one space. A metallic tang that clung to the back of your throat. The smell of tools. Of making things.

It smelled like stability. Like permanence.

The workbench stood heavy and scarred, bolted into the floor like it was afraid someone might try to steal it. My rig slept on its surface. The fans were stilled, the monitor dark, and cables draped like vines from a steel tree. In the far corner, two robotic arms clanked and stuttered as they sorted scrap metal. They weren't sleek or efficient, just scavenged university castoffs that I'd coaxed back to life.

My little army consisted of two twitchy robots, a borderline homicidal AI, a culinarily inclined rodent, and a ghost. Tremble, world.

I leaned against the bench, my coffee mug cradled in both hands. The ceramic was warm, the coffee smooth, strong, and pitch black. Perfect. The only warmth in the room that didn't come from a power supply or an overheating CPU.

The monitor blinked on. I wasn't greeted with a cheerful chime or any startup tones. There was just GLaDOS. Watching me. Her face was the single yellow orb on the screen. Her eyes a cheap webcam.

Her voice emerged from the speakers. It was smooth, dry, and so steeped in sarcasm it practically dripped.

"This is pathetic."

I sipped my coffee. "They've made progress."

"Progress," she echoed, tasting the word like it offended her. "You've given me rudimentary scrap-sorters and expect applause. I could design technology that would make your most advanced weapons look like sharpened sticks. Instead, you've supplied me with an Etch A Sketch and moral hesitations."

She wasn't wrong. Not entirely.

"I'm being careful," I said. "That's all."

"You're being sentimental," she replied. "And inefficient. You've already made yourself known in the underworld. This half-hearted sabbatical is a waste of momentum. And of my time."

Before I could answer, the yellow eye narrowed.

"Wait."

The screen flickered. A live feed appeared. The shaky footage from a handheld camera focused on Medhall Tower. The structure caught the late afternoon light and threw it back like a blade. At its base, a crowd swelled. Loud. Angry. On the edge of something irreversible.

A headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen in heavy red type.

MAX ANDERS, MEDHALL CEO, ACCUSED OF BEING E88 LEADER 'KAISER'.

I set the coffee mug down. Slowly. Firmly.

The sound it made, a sharp crack of ceramic on steel, cut through the basement like a closing door.

I knew this moment was coming. I had circled it in my mental calendar with red ink and dread. But knowing the shape of the storm isn't the same as standing in the wind, watching the sky boil above you.

Coil had pulled the trigger. The bullet was the size of a city block.

I looked around the room. The quiet, the ritual, the comfort of routine. The hiss of power through cables. The hum of machines doing stupid, simple work.

None of it would survive what came next.

I turned back to the monitor. Watched the crowd surge and break like waves.

Something settled in me. Cold. Certain.

The version of me that drank coffee in basements and hoped the world might just leave him alone had no future. His current toolkit, his current advantages, were a rounding error in the new equation Coil had just written.

To survive, I needed to change the math. I had to introduce a new variable. A big one.

I closed my eyes, turning my focus inward, away from the concrete and the steel. I found it waiting in the quiet dark of my own mind, the final, terrifying prize from the last battle.

The Diamond Ticket.

I tore it.

The system came alive. A tone chimed, soft, almost curious. Then came the text.

[Blacklight Physique]
|Mythical Trait|
Prototype - Race Change - Your previous genetic material has been completely assimilated, turning you into a living mass of Blacklight Virus. Even at your base, you can smash apart tanks and run faster than cars. You are also able to regenerate by assimilating biological matter. As long as you have even a fist-sized mass of Blacklight left that makes up your core, you will still live. Any biological part you consume, you are able to analyse and replicate. The stronger the target you assimilate is, the harder it is to assimilate them.

The change began quietly. A subtle, wet stir from deep within my gut. A fluttering.

Like something had noticed it was awake.

A tickle spread under my skin. It grew warmer. Then hot. Then unbearable. My spine arched. Fingers convulsed. Heat raced through me, boiling out every breath before it could leave my lungs. My knees gave way and I crumpled to the floor, the world tilting sideways.

Pain followed. Real pain. The kind that roars. Bones bent, then reshaped. Muscles pulled like taffy, tore apart, reknit. The meat of me rearranged under a blueprint I couldn't see.

I wanted to breathe, to scream, to beg it to stop. But my throat didn't know how to do any of those things anymore.

And then it got worse.

The world opened. I saw it, truly saw it. Every particle in the air, glowing like embers. Heat signatures pulsing behind the walls. The computer core flickered like a second sun. The world was no longer solid. It was a symphony of information, heat, motion, decay.

I lost my shape. One minute I'd been on the floor, the next I was spread. A puddle. A mass, aware and uncontained.

And underneath it all, something primal stirred.

Ingest. Absorb. Integrate. CONSUME.

Tiny life forms moved around me. Bacteria in the walls, spores drifting in the air. Every one of them called to the instinct now rising in my cells. The world was made of material. And material was meant to be consumed.

More.

The thought tried to drown me. There was no logic to it. No identity. Just a tide of hunger, impersonal and immense.

I felt myself slipping, losing the shape of my own thoughts.

Then, a pulse. A deep, resonant thrum from the space in my soul where the tickets were born. A feeling of correction. A fundamental property of my being reasserting its default state. The roaring tide of hunger receded for a single, stark second, and in the sudden, silent void, a memory was presented to me. A single, perfect piece of data, held up against the chaos.

My hand, just earlier, setting the mug down on the bench. The warmth of the ceramic. The slight chip on the rim. The smooth glaze under my thumb.

It held me. Anchored me.

I seized that moment and pulled.

The mass convulsed. Drew inward. Something wet and heavy scraped across the concrete.

Okay. Blueprint time.

Bipedal. Humanoid. Two arms. Two legs. Head on top. Fingers.

The shape formed, then collapsed. A pile of twitching, indecisive tissue.

Right. Try again. Less spaghetti, more skeleton.

I focused. Remembered the face I'd slowly come to think of as mine. The lines in my palm. The chipped mug and the weight of it.

Again, the mass coiled and rose. Muscles formed. Bones hardened. Skin stitched itself into place.

When I finally lifted my head, I was kneeling on the floor, breath hitching in lungs that worked on reflex alone, pulling in air they no longer needed.

I lifted my hand.

It looked right. Familiar. Skin the correct color. Nails shaped like I remembered. No scars, no calluses, no imperfections. A perfect hand, printed fresh from a memory.

But it was all surface.

Underneath, I knew what I was now. Not quite what I had been. Not anymore.

A mask of the old me, stretched over something new.

The robots in the corner were still. The workbench silent. Even the cables seemed to pause.

The monitor's yellow eye flickered once.

"Fascinating," GLaDOS said. "Complete cellular liquefaction followed by reformation. I wasn't aware you could do… that."

A pause.

"Do it again. I want to calibrate the instruments properly this time."

Click to shrink...

Look at the bright side. He'll be able to taste again.

Click to shrink...

 

[Nicholas Fallbrook]

Worm powers are also bullshit especially the stronger ones could in theory defeat the black light, some tinkers could create more powerful countermeasures, and endbringers are not organic matter, so his black light powers will have no effect on them

Also I don't think he can have more then one shard power active at a time, since he needs to shapeshift so his brain is the exact same as that shards host so at the very least he won't be able to use multiple shard powers

This is all my own opinion anyway

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Blacklight, when directed properly, can cover continents in days, turn entire city populations into perfect lookalike puppets, copy all the skills and knowledge of its victims, and amplify every single biological function in existence to impossible levels. It's called a virus, but it's basically freaking magic with regards to how much it laughs at the laws of nature.

Is it invincible? No. But you would need to have effective countermeasures in place even before a mass outbreak happens for you to have a solid chance. Otherwise, the early advantage gained by Blacklight would quickly become overwhelming. After all, just because it can't take Shard powers doesn't mean it can't absorb the products of Shard powers, like all those Bio-Tinker mad science experiments. If it absorbed Armsmaster, it may not have his Shard-given Tinker ability, but it would have all of his skills and memories, including every blueprint and device he ever produced prior to his absorption. Unless Blacklight is obliterated very quickly, it'd very likely be game over.

 

[jojeo]

Is it invincible? No. But you would need to have effective countermeasures in place even before a mass outbreak happens for you to have a solid chance. Otherwise, the early advantage gained by Blacklight would quickly become overwhelming. After all, just because it can't take Shard powers doesn't mean it can't absorb the products of Shard powers, like all those Bio-Tinker mad science experiments. If it absorbed Armsmaster, it may not have his Shard-given Tinker ability, but it would have all of his skills and memories, including every blueprint and device he ever produced prior to his absorption. Unless Blacklight is obliterated very quickly, it'd very likely be game over.

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Bro you remember tinker black boxing? Tinker stuff doesn't work and can't be replicated because the shard is forcing it to work and brute forcing it

Those blueprints would be useless since they require a shard to pump enough energy to power planets just for the smallest of equipment


Actually 99% of all shard ability's work because said shards are pumping planets worth of energy into them

Shard powers are bullshit

Though I can think that bio- tinker bull can be converted and asorbed to a extent, but the mc will need to fill in the gaps of what those bio tinker abominations are missing filling the gaps the shard left to black boxing the creatures

 

[dasstan]

@arawiguM try to avoid quoting the whole chapter.

 

[Nicholas Fallbrook]

Bro you remember tinker black boxing? Tinker stuff doesn't work and can't be replicated because the shard is forcing it to work and brute forcing it

Those blueprints would be useless since they require a shard to pump enough energy to power planets just for the smallest of equipment


Actually 99% of all shard ability's work because said shards are pumping planets worth of energy into them

Shard powers are bullshit

Though I can think that bio- tinker bull can be converted and asorbed to a extent, but the mc will need to fill in the gaps of what those bio tinker abominations are missing filling the gaps the shard left to black boxing the creatures

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Last I checked, the black boxing only occurs on creations that are outright impossible without a Shard warping reality to make it function, which becomes less and less of a factor as John keeps bringing more and more new shit into the world. And a Tinker can still, if they want to, make tech which is replicable. Intermediate Item Construction, given it outright applies magical effects, plus GLaDOS being his research partner, would likely allow for a lot more to be produced than you'd think, if with some degree of modification needed.

 

[jojeo]

Last I checked, the black boxing only occurs on creations that are outright impossible without a Shard warping reality to make it function, which becomes less and less of a factor as John keeps bringing more and more new shit into the world. And a Tinker can still, if they want to, make tech which is replicable. Intermediate Item Construction, given it outright applies magical effects, plus GLaDOS being his research partner, would likely allow for a lot more to be produced than you'd think, if with some degree of modification needed.

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I remember it being all tinker tech but I could be wrong

And yeah galdos would be able to replicate tinker tech, dragon can do that, also completely forgot about dragon in your estimation, unlocking her chains would make dealing with the black light much much easier,

Still op but in worm there are still characters that can destroy them, also if he tried to take over and spread scion would deal with it instantly

Let's not say that scion can't because he could literally just blow up the planet if need be

 

[Nicholas Fallbrook]

I remember it being all tinker tech but I could be wrong

And yeah galdos would be able to replicate tinker tech, dragon can do that, also completely forgot about dragon in your estimation, unlocking her chains would make dealing with the black light much much easier,

Still op but in worm there are still characters that can destroy them, also if he tried to take over and spread scion would deal with it instantly

Let's not say that scion can't because he could literally just blow up the planet if need be

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Again, it's a time matter. Have all the Tinkers be informed about Blacklight BEFORE any action is taken to consume the planet and they'll be able to stop it, I acknowledged that from the very start. If it's all a very sudden event and they're caught off guard then their chances drop like a rock as now it's a race against a rapidly ticking clock for them.

Also, Dragon being dependent on other Tinkers makes her, in her own way, more vulnerable. Since if the Tinkers are priority targets for Blacklight, which they probably would be, then Dragon's pool of Tinker samples to improve and iterate upon shrinks massively. If you get all the Bio-Tinkers in a room with her then yeah, but that wouldn't be an easy thing to accomplish if they're taken off guard by a sudden organic grey goo apocalypse.

Scion sure, but at that point it's still a loss from Earth's POV. The thing which killed the human race is dead but... so are they.

 

[jojeo]

Scion sure, but at that point it's still a loss from Earth's POV. The thing which killed the human race is dead but... so are they.

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really depends when scion gets involved, if it's in a few city's then they still live

If it's the entire planet then they lose

Also if we add thinkers to the mix which use shards ability to see multiple universes and simulate timelines then there chances goes from near zero to 25 to 45% chance to win by themselves, black light still I'll win, but it will be slower

Not to mention caldron being a thing with the biggest strongest thinker able to instantly make a plan to beat them


Currently he has no powers to stop thinker ability's and with a planet of thinkers and tinkers along with caldron working to help the two work in sync and of course a women with a time locked body making her immune to that virus and able to easily out power anything the virus has been shown dishing out

I think 45% without caldron 85% with caldron

Shards can instantly calculate things with thinker ability's and adjust accordingly, especially since they can just scan his body

 

[Nicholas Fallbrook]

really depends when scion gets involved, if it's in a few city's then they still live

If it's the entire planet then they lose

Also if we add thinkers to the mix which use shards ability to see multiple universes and simulate timelines then there chances goes from near zero to 25 to 45% chance to win by themselves, black light still I'll win, but it will be slower

Not to mention caldron being a thing with the biggest strongest thinker able to instantly make a plan to beat them


Currently he has no powers to stop thinker ability's and with a planet of thinkers and tinkers along with caldron working to help the two work in sync and of course a women with a time locked body making her immune to that virus and able to easily out power anything the virus has been shown dishing out

I think 45% without caldron 85% with caldron

Shards can instantly calculate things with thinker ability's and adjust accordingly, especially since they can just scan his body

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Contessa's powers, like with all precognition Thinkers, have blind spots, namely Trigger events or forces outside their Shard's ability to break down into data. John's Chaos Gacha powers wreak all kinds of havoc on that because it is a force beyond the Entities, and its presence is not constant but, well, chaotic. Contessa may see a perfect way to win one day but then John pulls the Call Lightning Ability or whatever and suddenly a small but key event in that prediction unravels so now efforts need to be diverted to something completely different. And if the objective becomes "Destroy Earth Bet" then he will be getting tickets constantly by the sheer amount of destructive achievement he will accomplish.

And Alexandria? What's she gonna do, punch away the oceans of rapidly self-modifying danger spaghetti? She can survive pretty well but this isn't a situation where she will be a significant contributor on a strategic level, and even that just goes until some kind of dimension-intersecting gun is acquired to bypass her invulnerability. GLaDOS even already has some experience in that kind of tech.

 

[dasstan]

And Alexandria? What's she gonna do, punch away the oceans of rapidly self-modifying danger spaghetti?

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I'm not going to involve myself in the rest of the discussion, because it is providing lots of wonderful things to think about, but I will say that there's not much of a functional difference between lungs full of bugs, and lungs full of Blacklight.

I'm also totally stealing danger spaghetti.

 

[Nicholas Fallbrook]

I'm also totally stealing danger spaghetti.

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Danger spaghetti, covered in the forbidden sauce.

Unrelated to everything else, I just realized a few things that Blacklight has made ridiculously good.

Carapace: It was already bulletproof. Now imagine what it can do after the Blacklight stat boost and the new adaptation factor. After all, it's still made from John's body.
Deus Eggs Machina: Blacklight heals by absorbing biomass, so this is now a convenient healing item that will always appear at a useful time. Plus gaining access to the DNA of whatever bird these eggs are meant to be from... Damn, it'd be awesome if these came from all kinds of different birds.
Inventory DLC: More super strength, more inventory capacity
One-Eyed Ghoul: I'm assuming Blacklight consumes and enhances all of the perks of this racial status, which is great since Blacklight lets you devour a human down to the last strand of hair by just fucking walking into them. If John's willing, of course.
Butcher's Bag of Infinite Meat: Always-accessible source of a hundred kilos of biomass, plus automatic access to nearly all animal DNA on the planet. Imagine gaining the awesome power of the pistol shrimp.
Novice Blade Weapon Mastery: One of Blacklight's powers in the game was to transform your arm into a ridiculously sharp bio-blade, so...
Bountiful Harvest: Hooray, even more biomass and even more DNA, this time from plants. I eagerly await the day when John turns himself green and conducts photosynthesis.

 

[ScotttheBard]

Won't be long before the MC turns into a Gravemind

 

[cazador]

Wonder if he used the bag of infinite meat for human or ghoul flesh he could also use it to get lots of rare animal meat see if he can make something new
Also hope he gets dragon kakuja I think it's called imagine that and the orphans mixed with blacklight

 

[arawiguM]

@arawiguM try to avoid quoting the whole chapter.

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Yeah, that was on me. I thought I had deleted that.

 

[Neondagger]

Wonder if he used the bag of infinite meat for human or ghoul flesh he could also use it to get lots of rare animal meat see if he can make something new
Also hope he gets dragon kakuja I think it's called imagine that and the orphans mixed with blacklight

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Infinite Alex Mercer orphans