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(Bex is the 6'1" motorcycle riding dark haired woman that's hanging out with Silver right now. You're thinking about Tex, the 6'4" buff Texan tomboy MILF bounty hunter that drives a 1968 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 that's painted black with orange flames and has longhorn steer horns on the hood, a bullbar and a roof-mounted incandescent flood light bar, an obvious choice for you now that I think about it considering how you are with buff tomboys and cool cars. You should ask Soup King for the height chart I sent him with her on it.)

(Also, Kitty drives a white 1959 Cadillac El Dorado with red and blue stripes on it and the MacMadeth Twins both have 1969 Dodge Chargers, with Lucy's being green and having a Dixie flag on the hood, making it match her shirt. Bex's motorcycle is a 2001 Yamaha YZF-R1. If Hera and Lee had the money, they'd drive a replica of the 1968 Ford Mustang GT Fastback from Bullitt and a blue 2003 Chevrolet Corvette, respectively.)

(Kommando drives an M2 Bradley, straight through Soup King's living room, usually.)

(Also Scarlette drives a 2001 Jeep Cherokee, almost forgot that.)

(Kommando's other car is an MBT-70. It's also good for spinning 360 degrees in place very fast in the crushed remains of Soup King's living room. From the commander's seat so he can rotate the turret and himself opposite the direction of the chassis' rotation, allowing him to look Soup King in the eye the whole time he does it, of course.)

(Hi Guys. Just to give you a heads up, I've been inspired to start unleashing my terrible singing skills upon the world, which is why I've been dead for a while; but I should hopefully be back more frequently soon.)

(I'm just letting you know here so that the thread doesn't become kill.)

>terrible singing skills.
Is there a possibility that you may spoil us with some of them?

• >"…I've been inspired to start unleashing my terrible singing skills upon the world…"

Post it.

The soonest I might be able to record it will be Thursday, as I've got to do it when my brother is out of the house so I don't pick him up on the recording or bother him whilst he's working.

Then I'm going to try and record three songs in one go, so that should be enough to have you all swooning at my feet.

…

Primarily due to the seizures it'll inflict upon you, but that still counts!

this is some deep lore

I don't want to brag, but I'm classified as a Class 3 Destructive Device and can only enter America when permanently accompanied by a person who holds the relevant licenses.

I don't want to brag, but I'm classified as a Class 3 Destructive Device and can only enter America when permanently accompanied by a person who holds the relevant licenses.

• >Destructive Device.
• >Title 26 of the United States Code section 5845 states that a device is only a destructive device if specifically designed or redesigned for use as a weapon.
• >Implying that Soup King is purposefully designed for violence and destruction.
• >MFW.

(How am I the bad guy in this story, again?)

You know, that time you and your cult of undefinables detroyed most of Europe?
(I know it's not really canon to the ongoing storyline but still)

I am a cognito hazard capable of rustling jimmies at a 1000 yards.

Do you know why you can't find a comfortable place to rest your tongue, or why your underpants are currently in a twist?

It's because you are a foolishly foolish fool and didn't read the above without wearing your protective goggles.

(Heyo, just putting up another post so this thread die whilst I'm working on things.)

(Soup's Shitty Sing-A-Long had to be postponed as I was a lot busier than I'd thought I be, but that should come soon.)

(Also Silly Shirleyist Slander, but there's always going to be the imminent threat of Silly Shirleyist Slander.)

Silly Shirleyist Slander, my bread and butter.
Also, Shirleysts are doo doo heads.

Kommando bursts through the wall on a motorcycle and wearing sunglasses over his gas mask, the background is nothing but ugly jpeg flames.

"I KNOW WHAT SEX IS…" He says as he crosses his arms and smirks while a heavy metal guitar riff starts playing in the background.

"…AND I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU!!!" He said with a smirk as terrible greenscreen explosions go off behind him and the guitar riff begins blaring at deafening volumes.

Soup King points at Kommando. "You can't know what sex is! It's forbidden knowledge!" He yelled.

"OH, I'M SORRY…" Kommando said as a .jpeg of a screaming bald eagle flew behind him, trailing red, white and blue stripes as it flew. "…I SAID…" He put his hands on the sides of his mask ad began pulling it upwards.

"…I KNOW WHAT BEX IS!!!" Kommando said as the gas mask came off and the dark hair, thick lips and purple eyes came into full view. Kommando was never really here to begin with, it was all Bex in a disguise. They should have known, the real Kommando would never ride a motorcycle.

Quiet_boi suddenly made an expression denoting absolute terror. "If you're Bex, then who's that!?!? Who did I let drive me home from the bar last night?" Quiet_boi asked as he pointed to a woman completely identical to Bex standing next to him.

The second Bex grabbed a zipper on her face and unzipped it to reveal that it was Sam the whole time.

"Ohhh! Ok!" Everyone said in unison.

"Hi guys! What's going on?" Sam said as she stepped out of the bathroom, reigniting the fear throughout the room.

"IMPOSTER!!!" Quiet_boi shouted as he drew both of his Uzis and unloaded the entire magazine into the Second Sam's face, obliterating her. "See! The disguise will fail any minute now!" Quiet_boi said as everyone huddled over the headless corpse.

After surmising that the Sam that was dead on the floor was the real one, everyone turned to the first Sam. "Who are you?" Quiet_boi said in fear.

The imposter Sam unzipped her face to reveal none other than the not-quite-human-figure, who was laughing hysterically.

"GUESSSSSSSSS WHAT, QUIET_BOI?? AFTERRRRRRRR SSSSSPENDING THE NIGHT WITH ME, YOU'RRRRRRRE NOW GAY!!!!!" It cackled at Quiet_boi.

Kitty Hawk and Blütgrindor then arrived and pointed at the not-quite-human-figure. "No, you're gay! You spent the whole night playing twister with Quiet_boi, you initiated the gayness at the bar, you, [SPOILER] are the ultra-mega-big gay!!!" They shouted at it.

The not-quite-human-figure then made a shocked facial expression so extreme that it's eyes popped out of their sockets as it began hyperventilating and then deflated and dissolved into dust that was carried off by the wind.

Sam's headless corpse then sat up and started talking. "Hey, Quiet_boi! You know what I really need right now?" She said as she pointed at the bloody stub her neck had become.

"No! Bad Sammy! Bad!!!" Soup_King said as he began beating Sam with a newspaper for trying to drag Quiet_boi off to a dark room in the Circle Cult's temple.

Bex put her sunglasses back on and climbed onto her motorcycle. "Looks like my work here is done…" She said as she wheeled over towards Quiet_boi, who had momentarily escaped Sam. After looking at him for a second, she peered over the top of her sunglasses directly into his eyes and uttered a single word.

"Ew."

She then sped away into the sunset, leaving the Circle Cultists to squabble amongst themselves.

…

Kommando and Castiellea sat on the couch watching the events unfold on TV. They exchanged confused looks with each other before nodding dismissively and turning off the TV.

(Obviously not cannon.)

(Not canon…yet.)

(So you want to make it cannon that Quiet_boi has the deduction skills of the TF2 Soldier, got into a twister competition with the not-quite-human figure and got told "ew" by Bex?)

(How am I the villain of the thread again?)

(Maybe we're all villains?)

(I mean, do you feel like a hero yet?)

Flees upon a super-charged, top-of-the-line, brand new Vespa before Kaijin works out what he's done.

(Sorry Soup King, but people agree with me: SO:TL's story is garbage because of it's linear gameplay that lacks player agency within the narrative, which only serves to undermine it's own message and philosophy.)

(So, Have you ever believed in a mirage?)

(Because It's not a dream, we're one and the same.)

(If you follow your own path to justice, the brutal truth with be revealed!)

(Also:)

Soup King was speeding away merrily on his Vespa, until suddenly a loud roar came from behind him something slammed into his rear wheel, causing him to spin out and crash.

When he recovered and stood up, he saw the culprit. Bex stood above him, her motorcycle behind her, and petting Olors, who was dressed up as a dog. Olors walked forward to Soup King.

"Soup King!" Olors said.

"Having a little heart-to-heart?" Soup King responded.

"I have analyzed her words and actions… I am unable to ascertain her motivation." Olors responded.

Bex swung her arms out to the sides of her hips and smiled. "Fancy meeting you here!" She said.

"You knew I'd come…" Soup King replied.

"I suppose I should thank you for not killing everyone at the Circle Temple?" He continued.

Bex chuckled before placing her hand on her chin and smirking to the Shitbot. "Well, not if you say it like that!" She replied, turning her head and driving the corner of her smirk farther up under her ear while staring unblinkingly straight into Soup King's eyes.

"For a hired waifu, your not very good at your job…" Soup King replied.

"The memes are the big payoff." She responded as she gestured an open palm toward Soup King.

"Right, big raises all around once Kommando_Kaijin gets all those upvotes…" Soup King replied.

"I'm not talking about upvotes, Soup…" Bex said as she placed her hands over her heart and began to expound. "I'm talking ideals!"

"Excuse me?" Soup King interjected.

"Forget it." Bex said as she frowned and nodded her head to the side and back and blinked, her great lengths of dark, dark hair flowing with the motion. "We've both heard enough speeches about higher causes by now…" She continued as the smirk returned to her face. "…History will decide who's right…" She twisted to one side and leaned towards Soup King, once again staring straight into his eyes. "…End of story!"

Soup King shook his head at the ground and gestured for Bex to move into the empty lot next to the road they were standing at.

"I don't care who thinks I'm right…" Soup King said as all three of them walked into the overgrown grass. "…And I've got cause enough for killing you!"

"Wha-? Oh, good…" Bex replied before chuckling loudly. "…Why that very good!" Her smug grin had become even larger at the statement. "…Yes! I like that!" She chuckled loudly.

"Must you really fight?" Olors plead, still in the dog costume and walking on all fours.

"Don't interfere…" Soup King ordered as he and Bex both turned to face each other.

"…This is between us!" Bex stated as she stood ready to fight Soup King.

"…And it ends here!" Soup King growled as he stood ready to fight.

"Ok…" Bex said. "…Let's dance!"

Soup King swung his metal, mechanical fist into Bex's ribcage…

Soup King's fist rebounded off of Bex's Bexzoingas and slammed right into his own face, smashing a hole straight through his face plate.

Bex laughed and gestured with her arms out to her sides. "Is that it? Show me a good time, Soup!"

Soup King, his right hand still stuck in his face, pulls out a laptop and booted up a Steam copy of _Metal Gear Rising Revengeance._

Bex placed her hand on her chin and looked on with intrigue. When the game simply displayed a blank white window and then crashed to the desktop, she looked up to Soup King with that same smug look she had been giving him since she made him crash.

"Too bad, more for you really, and not so much for me…" Bex said as she pulled out her own laptop with the game running near-flawlessly on it. "…this all could have been avoided if you had just emulated a PS3 copy."

Soup King made a shocked look and fell down onto his side and wept. He was so busy weeping over being owned by one of Kommando's waifus that he didn't notice Bex standing him back up and ripping his right arm out of both his face and it's socket. Striking the Shitbot repeatedly with it's own arm, Bex smashed off Soup King's other arm and his helmet.

"Play time's over!" Bex shouted as she shoved the detached arm straight through Soup King's chest, impaling and perforating his internal combustion engine. She then pulled the arm out again, engine components crush in it's hand.

"Was this outcome necessary?" Olors inquired, still wearing the dog costume and standing on all fours as Bex sped away on her motorcycle.

(Not cannon.)

Bitch, how da fuq can you emulate a PS3 game on a damn laptop??

(It's a really good and beefy sci-fi laptop that would probably cost more than anyone that gives a crap can afford in real life.)

(But, no, seriously, I tried to play MGRR through Steam and after a week of it not working no matter what I did, I just said "Fuck it!" and decided to emulate it via RPCS3 instead.)

(It might have some visual errors, framerate issues and random crashes as of right now, but at least it actually gets to the damn menu instead of just closing faster than you can open it, unlike the Steam version.)

(It appears that I was not a weapon to surpass metal gear after all 😢)

(Also you can tell it's not canon because there is no way that Bex would have been able to catch me, as the thunderous 98 cc two-stroke engine produces the amazing power of almost 24 Italian stallions giving it the blistering top speed of 60mph.)

(This is much faster than Bex's bike's speed of 0mph, on account of Bex being unable to afford gas in today's economy on unemployment benefits.)

(Unfortunately, it's not cannon either, despite by best attempts at trying to curve my laptop screen into an airtight tube to form the basis of a miniature hell cannon to fire tangerines at trespassing pigeons.)

(Actually, I just booted MGRR up on RPCS3 and played the tutorial, it runs flawlessly from what I can tell.)

(And yet Konami's website only offers support for MGSV and Survive, completely ignoring MGRR and Platinum Games' website just straight up doesn't offer support for it. As usual with any big-name vidya franchise, the devs and publishers don't give a rat's ass and the fans are left to fend for themselves.)

(Also, clearly the Circle Cult doesn't own an air fryer. The Shirleyists on the other hand, being Industrial madmen, don't just have an air fryer, they manufacture them by the millions.)

(You forget that this thread takes place in an alternate timeline where a dork in a gas mask got elected president, OPEC no longer exists due to said dork launching a crusade for the sake of sub-$1-a-gallon-gas prices after threatening to invade Saudi Arabia and make Mecca, Medina and the entire Arabian Peninsula Israeli Territory whenever they threaten an embargo like in '73 in addition to forbidding them from buying U.S.-made military equipment. And not just that, but said dork also likes to send a certain racist homophobic interracial lesbian couple (and other Undefinables) to intimidate corporate entities whenever they get too greedy, and he also supports more drilling, so the usual suspects for high gas prices don't exist thanks to the wacky-woohoo Shirleyism man.)

(And with Bex working for Shirleyists, she'd probably get a hefty discount considering that she's basically working for a major supplier with extra steps.)

(Also, Kommando builds a giant Space Launch facility in the middle of a Multi-Layered City, and it's literally just a giant railgun that launches shuttles without booster rockets surrounded by Airport Terminals, Parking Garages and Nuclear Reactors and it sits right in the middle of the city, the financial district and a bunch of neighborhoods are literally right next to it. The Shuttles can enter orbit without either the railgun or booster rockets, but they have to circle around the Earth several times in order to reach escape velocity, not being powerful enough on their own to just fly straight up out of the atmosphere, this consumes a lot of time and fuel compared to the other methods and therefor is almost never done. Undefinables with a form capable of some form of Jet Propulsion can usually reach escape velocity flying straight up, though.)

(Fun facts: Scarlette Bolide has a roommate named Sunny who works as a radio personality on a local 80's pop FM station, Bex's neighbors are a pair of goth sisters named Violet and Mora Bundy, Violet's the younger sister and looks up to Bex and tries to "out-Bex" Bex while Mora, the older, is a financially struggling Chemistry Major who runs an illegal bomb lab in a secret alcove hidden in their kitchen and Blütgrindor is a Libra.)

(Here you go guys, the fruits of my labours.)

(Sure they may be weedy and shrivelled things, but they were made with a reckless enthusiasm that could almost be called care and love.)

(The..er…bleeding from your ears should subside within the next few minutes.)

(Sorry about that.)

Better than I expected

No regrets were had today.

(I've heard way, way worse, your main issues are mumbling and rushing through words, try using your diaphragm instead of your throat to project more and work on your timing.)

(Now I wish my microphone wasn't dead.)

(Behold, Slanderous, Scandalous, Serious Shirley Slander)

(I'm gonna be honest, if I knew anything about game development I'd totally want to make an MGRR-esque hack & slash starring Blütgrindor. But instead of being primarily based around swordplay, it forces the player to balance all of Blütgrindor's weapons (claws, chainsaws, launched blades, Thoron cannon) with her Corrupted Holy Sword being locked behind a meter that's filled by combat and being able to switch between her Undefinable and Mechanical Dragon forms on-demand, with her mechanical dragon form granting the ability to fly and hover at the cost of the chainsaws, launched blades and Corrupted Holy Sword. Blütgrindor would be able to perform finishers on enemies similar to DOOM 2016's glory kills with the finisher changing depending on what weapon she's using at the time.)

(The Corrupted Holy Sword would be a nigh-OP weapon that's locked behind keeping a meter full for that reason and would slice anything apart into pieces. Sword-wielding enemies blocking your attacks? Whip the CHS out and cut right through their sword and into them the next time they block. Armored enemies rendering your usual weapons ineffective? Use the CHS to strip their armor off and then eviscerate them. Wanna turn a group of 30 opponents into burnt mutilated chunks bleeding, bubbling and oozing all over the ground? Fill that meter, press the button, get the CHS and make the entirety of the siege of Suiyang look like something suitable for children.)

(But I have no idea about either game development or 3D stuff, so I should probably just shut up and get back to drawing.)

(How easy is it to mod any of the Devil May Cry games?)

(Because you could achieve most of that with a skin mod for Dante, which wouldn't be that hard to do in the grand scheme of things.)

(You also have that red-haired woman you play as in Devil May Cry 2 during the second campaign that you could do a palette-swap of, if that'd be any easier.)

(I was thinking of Blütgrindor's dragon form playing more like a 6-degrees of freedom/third person shooter while flying, but in a way that doesn't mess up the flow of gameplay and can't be used to cheese combat. Perhaps even the ability to grab enemies and drop them from the sky and onto other enemies using her dragon form.)

(There's also the dynamic of Blütgrindor's Undefinable form being a 7-foot-tall war machine, which I'd imagine would make coming up with challenging scenarios interesting to say the least.)

(Also maybe a 2 player mode that's just the core gameplay repurposed into a 1v1 fight featuring other members of Undefinable Revelation, with their own unique weapons and abilities.)

(But, once again, I know nothing of coding or 3D modelling, so I guess it's just a pipe dream. At least a DMC mod would be playable on consoles I actually own. Ironically enough, I was listening to Bury The Light when I got the idea for this, but I enjoy MGRR more with it's Blade Mode and Zandatsu mechanics.)

(There will be a day when I have time to come up with better shitposts.)

(But today is not that day!)

(On the bright side, I've been drawing a bit more than usual lately.)

(None of it's relevant to the thread, but it's still good, though. I hope you all like Curly being unable to catch a break, because that's what I've been trying to get finished so I can post it to my NG, aside from the usual height charts.)

You are a junkie and height charts are your drug.

(Designing Characters is fun and designing them 6 or more at a time is 6 or more times more entertaining, also, I come up with ideas faster than I can draw them, resulting in me having a crap-ton of height charts to draw.)

(I'll be sure to try and work on either stuff for NG or more Undefinable designs after I finish up what I'm currently working on. I totally promise that there'll be some new and entertaining characters, some members of familiar Undefinable Groups and some members of new groups. I'm also working on a side story that I'll post when it's finished, it'll be longer than usual.)

(Also, it's canon that cannon can-non but aren't non-can, therefore can-can non-non non-can. Not even I can fully understand what implications this bit of information has on the plot, lore and worldbuilding of the thread.)

(I'm this close to making a bunch of weird unique Shitbots to balance out the cast of characters considering that at this point there's a metric-shit-ton of Undefinable who can all eat through a rabid mob of Shitbots no problem and like, maybe 5 Shitbots, tops, that are actually capable of not dying instantly whenever the weakest Undefinable is caught on the toilet with their pants down and equipped with only their bare hands.)

(One of the ideas I had was a Grim Reaper-inspired one that flies around with a pair of high-bypass turbofans on it's back while wielding a scythe and not having legs, or maybe I'll give them really skinny, wimpy noodle legs that only exist for aesthetic purposes. And maybe a Shitbot that's absurdly fast for the sole purpose of having high-speed chase scenes, since the TOG II* can only do 8.5 mph with a theoretical maximum of 15 mph, meaning that IRL me can catch up to it on foot with ease.)

(Also, Soup King, I remember you making a list of Shitbots and their gimmicks by number, but I can't find it anywhere. Could you go over them again if you have the time?)

I'm just here because the people in this thread are the only ones I know capable of responding.

They've deployed catgirls into Fortnight. This means Tencent has catgirl armies. the time has come.

How, how do we stop this?

(Fortunately the events of this thread takes place in an alternate timeline where neither Tencent nor Fortnite exist, therefore, we don't have to stop anything, except the Shitbots and their Circle Cult, you're not one of them, are you?)

begins fading into the space between dimensions
You bastards won't help us, you'll be begging before the end. They'll come for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(Don't worry, anyone entering this thread to start trouble with either be brutally murdered by a legion of off-brand Transformers with severe mental disorders or subjected to memetic torture by Soup King's Shitbots.)

Praise the Holey one, my prayers were awnsered, I was missing these.

(Obviously, your attempt failed, as I don't do yoga.)

The angel overheard pinkiespy’s cry for help, though he knows that catgirl armies couldn’t possibly threaten their world.

As he peered into the wormhole, invisible in 3d space, pinkiespy became too distant to see.

Instead, he saw a faint green glow.

??
The source of the glow was not moving.

Maybe this is another version of me??
As the angel approached, the source became clearer.
In the midst of the light, there was a hollow chamber.
How bizarre…

A muffled voice was heard:
“Hmm? Who’s there?”

I’m here
“Oh, it’s too difficult to see you from here, can you dim the lights?

Is this better?
“A bit darker will do.”

How’s this?
“Perfect! I didn’t know you could change hues. Are you an angel, per chance?”

Now visible is what looks like a jester of some kind.

You didn’t ask who I am before asking what I am. Don’t want to get too personal or anything.

“Oh, oh I understand. So, what’s your name?”

Depends on what you want to call me.

“Well, let’s see…”

The angel took the break in conversation as an opportunity to analyze. The first thing he noticed was the abysmal KR. Not even the most violent of Kaijin’s followers have it this bad.

When the angel realized, his appearance changed from purple to white. The orb was just bright enough to be visible. In fact, the entire room got dark, with only the angel and the jester being visible.

The angel said “excuse me for the moment” and returned to his world.

how.. how did he escape?

He then went to the “ESCAPERS AT LARGE” section of the “hell department”.
Hi, do you know of a jester that is missing? Five-pointed hat, face has light and dark halves..
“Yes. And that troublemaker left a decoy in his cell. Thinks that would’ve thrown us off.”

Who is he?
“His name is Dimentio.”

(to be continued)

(Hmmm… Not sure how I feel about straight-up including characters from other media in the thread, like, I know that's funny coming from me considering that Undefinable Revelation is basically the cast of FE14, but I at least heavily altered them and renamed them, both appearance-wise and personality-wise, some more than others, though.)

(Don’t worry, he’s very enigmatic already. The reason I introduced him so he could serve as a foil to the angel, because writing my oc as a knowledgeable, benevolent being hits the limits quickly without another character to play off of.)
(And since you mentioned appearance, I should’ve had the angel say in the witness account that he’s entirely monochrome and a ghost.)

I don’t know if I should ask, but what did he do to be sent there?

“Not normally, but it turns out that’s it’s actually public knowledge around here.”
Is that so? What was it, then?

“He tried to destroy the world.”

Oh, that’s pretty bad…
“Did I say ‘the world’? I meant all worlds.”

Whoa, wait really? Like, every world? How is that even possible?

“Yes, it was crazy, there was this big purple… black hole? We knew it was trans dimensional, because our regional divisions next to it stopped responding, one by one. It looked like it’s rampage was unstoppable, but by some sort of miracle, it shrunk back down to nothingness and everything went back to normal. L.”

What did any of that have to do with Dimentio?

“The reason why we know he did it was due to the crimson KR signal we saw. You know, the thing our radar was designed to see? Anyways, right in the center of where the world eating vortex was, the signal went from red to black before becoming invisible.”

“Normally, that grade would constrain the soul so much it vanishes from the sights of angels and the hearts of mortals, although we don’t think it’s possible for souls to be completely obliterated. When one disappears, it always entered our records. And it’s usually the evil ones too; good ones like yours are more persistent, though falls from grace can still negate such immunities.”

That last part reminded the angel of the harsh dose of reality: how uncertain the future is, especially with how unusual his circumstances of being are.

“What is it?”
You know how each active intelligent world system post-fall and pre-rise has hell?
“Yes”
Dimentio was clearly not from this world. From traveling through dimensions, his presence alone clashed with the wormhole’s space time. The region around him had a blocky region which appeared almost Euclidian at times.

“You saw him?” he said with a happier, albeit nervous tone.
Yep, that’s why I’m here, actually.

The secretary was taken aback.
“So you have an idea of where he is?”
yes, hopefully he’s still there.

“Here’s the problem: wormholes aren’t stable.”

Oh. I should go there, is that right?

“Please! Time is of the essence!”
The angel was sent away.

(But Castiellea would be anywhere from equivalent to wiping the floor with the Angel, no problem, the only thing getting in the way would be Castiellea's dedication to observation and not intervening unless things get too out of hand. An example being if 56 and 82 did something absurdly broken, she would alter reality to undo it, possibly even erasing them. She can erase entire realities and dimensions from existence and perceive many different ones simultaneously, to the point of practically observing the entirety of entire worlds at once. Additionally, she has access to powers and knowledge that would make her considered to be Omniscient and Omnipotent as far as anything within the thread is concerned. She also might not be the only one of her kind running around the thread's fictional universe.)

(So, putting this together, that’s at least 3 characters, 4 if you count the shitbot hivemind, whose powers are significant on a multiversal scale. Though interestingly, Dimentio on his own is actually the weakest by comparison; he relies on external means to achieve his goals: manipulating people more capable than himself.)
(Although the angel could destroy a world if he tried, his personality works against this. His powers are better suited towards creating worlds.)
(Yeah there’s a lot of opportunities to run around the thread’s universe. A big thing stopping them is the capabilities of our characters. Hence the phrase: “the best defense is a good offense.”)
(I guess the most important contrast between Dimentio and the angel is this: the angel possesses many powers, some of which he doesn’t understand and can’t even control easily. Meanwhile, Dimentio has grandiose ambitions, but trying to actually carry them out is very risky and difficult for someone of his caliber.)

(Well, it was something to do with mats and it gave me enough time to plunge pinkie's world into a hell of eternal glomping and kawaii hairballs do some innocent and harmless doodling.)

(I bet it was Twister.)

(You're a Twister sort of guy.)