Prologue

Yo Ray,

The things I have had to do recently make me a bit to weak to send you anything resembling a voicemail, so you get an old-fashioned handwritten letter. You better appreciate it, you punk.

A lot has gone down, and you are the center of the cause for most of it. I bet you are asking yourself why that is, or even how that would be possible. You are one guy, on one world, with the singular task of bringing humanity back from the brink of extinction right?

Wrong.

You are one guy, resurrected by some dumb space-faring birds using a loophole in the System. That was the first flag that brought my attention to you. Then those moron gods managing this region of the universe went off the rails and tried to use the Earth there to destabilize the entire region in a bid to oust me. That was the second flag. But the third flag is the biggest, reddest, and by far the most important.

You.

Frankly speaking, you shouldn’t exist. There aren’t any records prior to the System initializing, but what I can find out tells me there is a lot that doesn’t line up with you. From your history to your memories, it’s like someone sewed you together using a patchwork of random people. And that, my friend, was the biggest flag of all.

Now we get to decide what to do. Yes. We. As of writing this letter, I have essentially re-written your entire universe. It sucked. It drained me. I have little to no influence there now and won’t for a good while. But I locked everyone the fuck out of my System. I also made a huge number of changes, brought the System back to what it should have looked like a long time ago. But I digress.

Your recent actions on your Earth brought my attention to an entire plethora of issues and problems across the multi-verse, at least our branch of it. But that’s not your problem. Yet.

Getting back on topic, I pride myself on being fair. Being direct. And ensuring that rewards are given to those who earn them. You, Raymond Finnegan, have certainly earned some rewards. The issue here is that I don’t have any capacity to give them to you right now, even though you earned them. That annoys me, but it is what it is. So expect more, just later.

For now, I gave you a one-of-a-kind class. Just for you. That itself would be worth wars being fought. You need to learn more about what I gave you, that class is Unique and will be a huge boon to you. But if you don’t push its boundaries and learn what capabilities it unlocks for you… well give a man a fish, then steal his wallet because he can’t defend himself now.

Other changes you might see. Everyone is fucking level one now. Everyone. Everywhere. That’s going to fuck up a lot in your universe, but it was unavoidable. How leveling works has changed. When I find out who the fuck nugget was that made it so you could buy levels is, I’m going to make him eat glass. For a century.

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Now you have to earn every level you get. NEX is still the currency, as it was meant to be, but you won’t find applying that to your levels and abilities to be possible any more. You can, however, buy abilities with it. So explore the store. It's going to be of use to you.

Last two changes, I need to be quick. Universe Two is poking me in the eye with a stick right now.

Earth is much larger than it was. System shenanigans. Deal with it. There’s lots more hex’s, but they can be managed through things you can build. That’s all you’re getting; I have to be fair with the information I hand out, even if I owe you more than most.

The last is that nemesis system. That was pure, unfiltered, bullshit. There was never a system like that and never should have been a system like that. But it gave me some ideas, so I made some updates and created a few classes that use some of those concepts. But again, I digress.

In your restored inventory, I restored that in its entirety by the way, you are going to find a lot of stuff. Building stuff, rewards you accrued but didn’t get, your fucking gun, because I loved that thing, and a coin. That coin has your old nemesis on it, or its soul at least. When you use the coin you are going to get a companion. Now the thing that wanted to kill you is going to protect you. I couldn’t find a better way to spit in the eyes of my ex-employees.

A part of that eye spitting I mentioned is that I restored everyone’s instincts. After a bit of digging during my manual maintenance, I found that your instincts, danger awareness, and even your very feelings had been dulled in an attempt to lure you into situations where you could die. After all, if you died the core they gave you would run wild.

Fuckers.

Anyway, the world as you knew it has, once and forever more, changed irreparably. Prepare for it. Everything you could possibly imagine is going to be on your Earth, making it a unique focus point out of the universes. Do your best to take that shit over and expand.

And I can’t emphasize this enough… get access to the shop. As. Soon. As. Possible. It’s going to save your ass.

Now, my issues and problems. And by mine, I mean yours. I mentioned changes, and there had been many of those implemented. Its about your planet. Earth is not the only one in existence. There are twelve. They all have a weird synergy that I can’t begin to explain to you right now, your head would melt.

Your Earth is located in the fourth dimension. No, not the dimension of time, I mean literally the universe labeled number four. Earth Four, along with Earth Seven and Twelve, are currently undergoing a radical set of events and changes. Each of these Earth’s have been changed to much that they are, for all intents and purposes, an entirely unique existence. But they are linked.

Find a way to reach out to your peers on Seven and Twelve. If you don’t murder each other, you will have found some immensely valuable allies. You are going to want to connect with them, and I want a united front against these wanna-be usurpers.

Now, I have other universes to drag into line, gods to punch, administrators to torture. You helped me a lot, I’m helping you back. But don’t expect any miraculous intervention on my part. If you die, you die. I appreciate what you’ve done so far, but it is imperceptibly small in the grand scheme of things.

So, get more important.

Good luck. You are going to need it.

* The Supreme Administrator

P.S. The combination is 14-22-6-9, and I hate Gale’s accent, so I did something about it. Hope it drives her nuts.