>>96484780
While yes, I do objectively know the most out of everyone about perfection and therefore have an inalienable right to do whatever I want, I have specifically mentioned in past writeups that I permitted Cyrus (Pokemon), Yhwach, Jin-Gitaxias and the personification of human faith in Darkest Dungeon to carry out their own large-scale cosmological improvements to their setting with little or strictly enabling intervention from me. Not even counting all the sufficiently competent versions of God.

It’s my fault Cyrus ultimately decided to indefinitely put off his.

>>96480450
>>96482355 is leaving out a lot of the consequences and context for Jace’s deeds. For starters, he is asserting he knows more about the Meditation Realm than the Elder Dragon oldwalker who beat his ass in a mind-to-mind battle (Bolas) who had been using the place as his fucking lair, or Ugin who MERGED with the damn thing. For another, in canon Jace’s attempt to do this utterly failed. He totally lost control of the magical energy and it backfired. It resulted in the Meditation Realm detonating violently, Bolas escaping, and Jace seemingly annihilated (read: Set up for some sort of triumphant return later in the storyline). There is, in fact, no real evidence the whole thing wasn’t JACE trauma-dumping about recent experiences like being compleated or the near-success of the Elderspell rather than a coherent understanding of the Meditation Realm.

There is a vast gulf between “plan I like the idea of but is self-demonstrably does not work” and “plan I view as actively worth supporting”.

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Test Subject

Pale Affliction (Free)
Extremophilic Cascade (0)

“Oh look, an unsightly affliction. How droll” I said, glaring at my inadequate avatar as I used A Hood On Death to physically manifest all the Pale Virus for a few miles into a cute vaguely asian-looking, miko-coded, demure girl. I manually edited my cells into pluriprotence, dissolved my bones and muscles into a contiguous mass, replaced the need for a stomach with an antimatter reaction process that produced no waste, started unfurling my form into higher dimensions and did some other tinkering to manually upgrade my physiology. “You. Annihilate your purview in all directions. Now” I ordered.

“Yes, lord” she said humbly, “will you be desiring a designated symbiote as well?”

“Elaborate”

“A Latex Beast milord is the traditional cure for humans in this world. With your superior will, the usual side effects should be inconsequential. Look, one’s coming your way now!”

I squinted in confusion at a hopeful coyote-looking thing not quite stalking me. “What a grand and intoxicating innocence” I said finally. “You think you can supplant perfection? Come. Embrace eternity”

The creature jumped lunged at me, but instead the purifying Essence and femtomachines in my form negated it’s assimilation like an immune system. Hurt from rejection and confusion from what was happening to it quarrelled before confusion won out. “You operate under a preconception of finitude. Clasping an emanation of the divine like a child palming the ocean’s water and calling it his own. Crash against me, and be reborn” I said, patting the head of what was now effectively an Akuma and Noble from sheer exposure to my Essence. “Now go. Carve a river of my peace among your kin” I said, shooing it away.

It didn’t take long to find out the human population was nonviable, which led me to round up the leaders of the Latex-kind instead.

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