Game Creator Multiversal (Marvel/DC)

After our chat, me and Jean-Luc started to work through some of the things I may need from him. This was then interrupted by him as he wished for us to learn more about the current world, it's political situation, the economics and the stability of technology and the environment.

Thus began our search for information...

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To begin with we started with the political situation of the world. There were nations that hadn't even been heard about on my world, let alone Picard's timeline or universe. Wakanda, Latveria, Kun'Lun, Myridia, Kahndaq, Kaznia and finally Vlatava... That was the list we had so far found. Along with these came basic information about these nations. Most were relatively small and inconsequential, especially Kaznia and Vlatava which were only a couple of towns or cities turned city-states. Kahdaq was apparently run by a man named Black Adam and was as powerful or more powerful than most of the super heroes in the world...

Me and Picard both looked at one another when super heroes were mentioned. From my world, super heroes were openly revered and celebrated, products and merchandise sold in the billions throughout the world with relation to them. Picard was more shaken.

"Has idiotic spiritualism festered to such a point in this world that people that have an understanding of science have been labelled as such!?"

"Hold on, there are videos of these Super heroes, let's watch some... Maybe that will let us understand their power more?"

Titled simply as ~Black Adam~ I clicked on the dark-web video and enlarged it on my desk-interface. Immediately it showed a glowing eyed figure wearing a bizarrely awesome black suit with gold lining and a black-white lightning bolt in the middle. This figure was being run at by hundreds of cloaked people, their outfits looking akin to ninjas from Japan. Disregarding that detail however, we soon saw evidence of this man's power...

Perfectly standing buildings of beautiful construction framed the entire scene as a single cloaked member of the attacking force was suddenly throttled towards one such building. It collapsed with a thunderous rumble as blood barely seeped out from the dust. Another was grasped by the throat and popped like a flesh balloon. 

One attacker threw some sort of weapon imbued with power. It hit. But the ice that clung to his form simply melted in the face of increasing density in lightning arcs.

"Ants that dare invade my home... Should all die."

A burst of air exploded before every member of the attackers was splattered across the ground. The only person left was the one holding the camera, his hand's shaking horribly. Black Adam, presumably, sauntered up to him, his hands clean of all blood from the sheer friction caused by his speed.

"A warrior does not cower. He faces death, like a man." No smile or emotion was seen as his fists blurred towards the camera. The video cut out just as the sound of a pop slipped through the speakers.

My vision swam as I watched the messy, bloody deaths play out so effortlessly on screen. Though my past life had been no cakewalk, I had never seen violence enacted with such horrifying ease. The heroes of my past world, flawed as they were, had always seemed more deserving of the title than this savage.

"This... Black Adam is no hero!" Picard's voice rang sharp, his face taut with anger. "He's a tyrant wielding godlike power without a shred of accountability or restraint. This is not the behaviour of a protector, it's the behaviour of a despot who sees himself above the lives of those he deems inferior. His actions are not justice. They are annihilation."

He turned back to the screen, his expression darkening. Grasping the desk controls, he replayed the video, his jaw tightening as the casual slaughter played out again.

"Can you imagine the draconian rule he imposes? The tyranny his people must endure?" he said, voice rising. "This is barbarism worse than the Borg! At least the Borg were emotionless machines. This... this is a declaration to his subjects: Might makes right. Fear replaces justice. It's a grim echo of humanity's darkest moments—when the strong imposed their will without regard for the lives they destroyed."

Sighing softly, I took control of the desk with my mind, halting the video. The faint hum of the desk under my mental control was a small comfort amidst the tension.

"Just based on this recording, we can make several educated assumptions," I said, turning my chair to face him.

Picard inclined his head, his sharp gaze meeting mine.

"First," I began, "if someone like him exists, then there must be others, those who oppose such tyranny. Superheroes. If there is evil, there must be good. Otherwise, he would have already conquered the world."

Picard's expression softened slightly as he listened, though the anger still simmered beneath his calm demeanor.

"Second, his existence is mostly hidden, curtailed to the dark web. That means most people lack this information. Governments, either through corruption or collusion, are suppressing it. Perhaps even funding people like him."

Picard's glare returned to the screen, his voice low and firm. "Then we must determine who holds the strings in this world, Freya. And what their endgame might be."

Nodding at his statement we continued our search for information...

The USA still existed though it consisted of more cities than I remembered. Gotham, Central City, Gateway City, Star City, Fawcett City, National City and Metropolis were all new additions to the map. Though spread across the country, they all seemed bound by certain inviolable traits, traits that remained unchanged despite their dispersal. Technology, wealth, opportunity and a fair share of vigilante heroes being these traits.

Star City has some rumours of a man who uses bows and arrows and stops crime. Nicknamed the 'Green Arrow', on the dark web, for his signature green coloured arrows and aesthetic; supposedly. 

Gateway City... There was surprisingly nothing there except some slight murmurs about not doing anything evil within the city, or 'he' would find out. The rest of the cities were the same with Central city being host to the Flash who was super-fast... Beyond what mortals should be able to achieve. 

Our search was causing more and more discomfort for Picard as he saw very little public figures standing out to fight against the evil. To stand against the 'barbarism' as he had said earlier. Thus I made the educated decision to terminate our little exploration of Super Heroes and to focus on my company for a while. A fitting change of pace as he slowly eased down from his previous bristled state.

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"Thus, I wish to meet with certain figures within my community to offer them early access to the game."

"To spread the popularity of this Star Wars, to an even larger number of people..."

Smiling I nodded, showing him through the login process for the game. He wasn't impressed by the 'horrible' computer I gave him; by his standards, but still acquiesced to my display nonetheless.

This was when he was initiated into SWTOR for the first time. My vision went blank along with his as he was taken to a character creation screen and I was logged into my Sith character. Using my control over the game I emerged where he would first start out, as I had told him to choose the Sith just for demonstration purposes.

After a few moments he loaded finally and was exactly as he looked outside of the game. Thus was the power of the Character Creation of SWTOR now, it could scan your body and use the data to make the physical body of your character. 

"This is immensely impressive. A technology that can not only make real-life representations of our environment, the smells, tastes and sounds but also drag you inside of it without the need for physically travelling to a Holo-deck... How did you create this?" Genuine excitement could be heard from his voice as he looked around in wonder at the scale of such a thing this early into Humanity's timeline.

"My system allows me to make these types of games for people, myself included. In such a way I may serve to entertain them and possibly even the system itself."

"This is extraordinary. Though I still have my concerns about the effect to the future timeline that this could have... "

"If superheroes have not already altered it" I paused. "Then it deserved to be altered."

My comment was met with a small chuckle as he touched at his basic white clothing, gripping towards the small blaster on the side of his hip. With child-like wonder he pulled it out and began to inspect it.

His observation continued for a little before he began murmuring his thoughts, subconsciously.

"It is like those detective novels that I played on the Holo-deck all those years ago..."

Smiling at his reaction so far, I decided to use some of the force powers around him.

"My game isn't just a mimic of reality... It is an exploration of the imagination as well. Such as-" I lifted my arm in the world and lifted a nearby rock with the force, the ability entering a very small cooldown for me as I then dropped it. "lifting things with your mind."

Activating celerity my form blurred and reappeared behind him, the velocity activating atmospheric responses in the form of large conical explosions of air. Swinging on his feet he turned 180 degrees and widened his eyes whilst beginning to laugh.

"Ha, hahaha, it seems that this new life of mine is not all just gloom and doom."

"No, I do not wish for us to be fussed on the greater world's issues for now. My goal is to create games that people can enjoy for reasonable prices and with as little scummy-ness as I can manage." My display of power ceased as I capped off the end of my little speech.

"Then... For now, let us work on that 'Beta-test' you were speaking about earlier." He nodded whilst grinning, putting his blaster away and looking around in mild awe still. 

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---BATTLEPASS, Apprentice Level---

*Purchase an upgrade for your apartment* : 100,000 Points

*Create your second game* : New Mutant Ability, Shadow Control (COMPLETED)

*Create DLC for 'Fallout' (10/10)* : 200,000 Points , Blessing of Freya (COMPLETED)

*Make a company in the real world for your games* : 10 Million Dollars USD (COMPLETED)

* Purchase an item/spell/power/magic/Mutation, for over 1,000,000P* : 5,000,000 Points (COMPLETED)

*Learn More of the World* : Entire Basic Knowledge of World Lore (COMPLETED)

*Have 1 Million people play your games* : 1,000,000 Points , Charisma Bobble-Head (COMPLETED)

*Found the beginnings of a central hub for your games* : %UNKNOWNREWARD%

*Buy Twitch* : Customized Fate-style Servant based on Technology

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After we began working on my company, the work flowed super smoothly. Picard, whilst not a business mogul in any meaning of the word, was heavily experienced in chains of command and structural hierarchy.

He layed out an iron-clad list of moral standards, obligations and necessities in the company. After reading the 'modern' business practices he threw out the positions and re-made them once more, opting for a ranking system that was based more upon merit than political, family or social ties. Every part of my business now oozed with utter meritocracy. 

Besides that, he had started sorting trough the emails I had received; a job he could accomplish once I purchased him a new computer in New York. Several hours after he started, he had finished. The education of the 24th century being light years ahead of modern education systems in problem solving, creativity, problem de-escalation and just pure knowledge. He sent me several hundred proposals for contacts, including one Ned Leeds from New York, A Damian Wayne from Gotham, An Alucard from Britain, Spiffing Brit from Britain and numerous other people.

In quick succession I sent emails to all of these people, using an email account I had just created using my Admin Moniker from Fallout. It was a simple email informing them of an opportunity in New York to play SWTOR at the cost of Yggdrasil Interactive and to stream said game to the world for a few days... With the understanding that their Beta character will be subject to wipe after their few days are over.

Finishing up my end of the email debacle... My eyes lingered over the new reward from my battle pass. Basic knowledge of this world was now within my fingertips and based on what I had found earlier, it was quite a fucked world...

'Well, as Doctor Who would say... Geronimo!' The button to accept the info was clicked and mu consciousness receded into a dark, DARK, tunnel of unconsciousness.

The last sight I saw was my head slowly plonking down onto the desk in front of me, the emails having been all completed and sent.

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