1.1 - AWAKENING

Writing this with a fellow by the name of Tobi0487

I’m pretty sure I never set my alarm clock to ‘screaming in agony’.

I noticed much of what I was standing sitting on was a metal slab with a glass covering, and something other than my muscles respond. My arms were gas, fluffy and full of nothing, yet there was power behind them. I touched a cool glass willing it to open, when it shattered amidst the rumbling.

I dropped down to the cold white marble flooring completely boneless and despite expecting silence, a loud roar in the distance greeted my entrance.

Time slowed as blue lines and numbers and words filled my vision detailing my surroundings weaponizable format. I didn’t even know there were that many ways to take someone out with a coffee machine.

It gave me numerous options none of which I had any memory of ever having in my life, even if it felt like they were there since I could walk.

A rumble had the room I was in shake, causing the lights to flicker and die. The emergency light came on as my vision blanked.

Had twenty different ways of killing someone with a pencil, but no flashlight.

Go figure.

    There were some odd metal cases that I couldn’t open alongside some rather strange weapons.

Some looked like party toys and others looked like crowd control items mashed with a gun, seriously one had what looked like a gun with a blow horn barrel.

    Or what looked to be a metal pineapple grenade.

    Either that or it was for decoration.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

There were some desks and other odd things in the vicinity, I turned the corner to find a redneck’s paradise.

    Weapons, upon weapons all lined up on racks like it was a bargain store.

I managed to find a gun that hadn’t been put behind lock and key, a weird futuristic piston thing with a blue hum.

    Fiddling with the small bit under it revealed, finally, a flashlight.

    The blue HUD came back online and - What the Fu-!?

    My hand bleed liquid tar and blue gasoline acid onto the gun, dissolving it.

    On a closer inspection I realized it hadn’t been dissolved simply broken apart, piece by piece, and then the weird alien liquid proceeded to eat the glowing blue part.

[DEPLOY PRIMARY WEAPON]

Sure why not.

From my hand that same black and blue liquid poured out my hand like a fire hydrant into what looked to be a Sonic Cannon.

I was paying attention now.  

This dream was awesome, oddly descriptive, but still awesome. It was rather weird though, considering, I could still move and feel my hand, the weapon seemed to be placed atop it, so my hand hadn’t been mashed into some Mega-Man Knock-off.

A roar in the distance reminded me this place probably wasn’t safe with its creepy sci-fi horror vibe.

The Cannon which was now my arm would help immensely with dealing with a SAW situation.

I grinned as I realized I had some There had seemed to be some strong locks, which looked to be very breakable now

[LOCK BREAK ENGAGED]

I was loving this dream.

I stepped in the direction outside into the hallway after, ahem, ‘acquiring new toys and decorations’ and made my way into what appeared to be a massive lobby.

Three figures were fighting, with two on the ground by the wall, one dragging the other on to the wall and propping them up onto it.

I brought it up to low and noted the three figures fighting and aim careful not to hit the lesser evil looking-Wait is that Gangster Spider-Man?

A snarl and the green one with claws and scales punched through the Yellow Mutated Giant. It rumbled an earthquake and threw something, a pillar, as the nimble figures dodged.  

[BOOST MANEUVER PROTOCOL; RAMMING SPEED]

Before feeling blasters on my shoulder blades form and push me forward and towards the giant Abomination knock off  that had originally fought Hulk. Let's hope he wasn't as hard to take down as the original villain fodder.