In a Dark room, a young woman was giggling creepily in front of a computer. The floor was covered with a woolen carpet, and odd, definitely mystical odds and ends were lined up the shelves bolted on the white walls. The woman in herself had red hair, messily braided, had blue warpaints and tatoos, wore brown , leathery clothing and had swords fastened at her sides. Well, she used to have them anyways. Now she was wearing shorts and a sports jacket.
“Hehehe, I got the genius first daughter of the Kaiser of the Holy roman empire. Now hurry up and make genius babies with lots of claims!”
She was currently binging on the last expansion of her favorite game Cr*sader K*ngs II, one of the games that kill your moral fiber faster than a truck kills its victims. While she was ensuring the creation of an overpowered heir for her strong and attractive king of Wales, somebody violently opened the door and turned the lights on, eliciting hissing noises from the deranged looking woman.
“I’m busy with eugenics here! Go bother someone else!”
A young looking woman with silver hair and eyes sniffed at her with disdain.
“I wouldn’t get ten feet near that stinking hole you call a home if I could help it. Get on your feet you pig, you’re needed for the game.”
The redhead narrowed her hazel eyes and turned on her chair, now facing the other woman. She was looking at her cautiously, for the other was her self appointed Rival after all.
“ I thought I was banned from your little games after the incident with Alfred the Great ?”
Huffing, the other speaker signaled to follow her.
“ One of the player messed up and ragequit, now we need somebody to fill in the empty slot for the game to begin in earnest.”
“Eeeeeeh...”
Answered our heroine noncommittally. That never happened to her, period, so she couldn't really empathize with this. Not that she played normally to begin with.
The both of them walked a long time, before arriving to another room, where three other people were waiting.
The room in itself should rather be called space, or void, because the only things you could see were the table, chairs and the contestants.
Upon seeing her, they frowned quite heavily.
“Really? She was the only one?”
“Unfortunately, she was.”
Deliberately ignoring their rude welcome, she clapped her hands and smiled.
“So, what’s so pressing that the almighty Freyja came to get little old me?”
The man on the right, a very... well-endowed... dark skinned man sat down and signaled the others to do the same.
“Aphrodite messed up. Her champion revealed the original story to the main antagonist and was swiftly eliminated afterwards. She didn’t take her elimination very well, so now we need you to take her place. We’ll let you choose your champion, of course, but you’re a bit late in the game...”
The redhead nodded and tried not to frown seeing the relieved faces of the others. Jerks. Nords probably invited her because she would be disadvantaged by the late start. She had to repress a smirk, imagining the multiple ways to make them pay, again, for defying her, again.
“Hm, m’kay, I can still come back to my game later anyways. What are the rules Thor?”
Asked the newcomer, turning towards the only other Norse deity for an answer.
The heavily muscled blonde nodded and raised a hand, gradually lifting fingers, each for a rule.
“ First: your champion must be newborn. You may choose to collect a soul from an alternate reality, or get an...Advantage, of sorts.”
“And I suppose you guys killed people from realities where that period is common knowledge and put their souls in babes, so as to get an edge?”
Said our chapter's protagonist, lifting an eyebrow and speaking with an utterly unimpressed tone of voice.
The silence around her was enough of an admission for her.
“Ahem. Second : your champion will have its vision of reality modified following a certain preset. The four of us follow the ‘gamer’ model, with party mode deactivated.”
"That’s clear enough. Don't expect me to do the same though."
“You will be able to interfere on the mortal world only once." Continued the man "During the champion selection. Any mention of ‘the game’ will lead to an automatic forfeit. Your champion will be allowed to have only ONE ally, aware of his or her situation. That should cover it for the Champion choice information, the rest you already know.”
Yup. So, those rules suck, plain and simple. The other rules are more a 'mortal protection' set of measures, following principles like don't kill other god's champions, don't appear on the mortal plane, etc...
First , She was not killing any mortals, end of the line.
Second, ‘the gamer’ usually lead to some stupid grindfest that was only centered around one person, so she decided to use something else. Like C*2. She liked W*rcr*ft’s system! But at the endgame, Alfred ended up shoving meteors up Jorvik’s arse. She got a ban for her stunt, but it was entirely worth it!
She put her game in the matrix, and looked at the changes. She was now on her character selection screen. The time was paused, since she hadn't given a go yet. The game was clearly situated in the united kingdom, and some of the names were eerily familiar , for a certain reason.
The date was around the eighties, so a potential high stewardship character would be the best...
Her train of thoughts crashed and burned when she saw a very recognizable name of a character she randomly clicked on ( who happened to have the country's highest stewardship score with a magnificent 31).
"Wait. 'Lucius Malfoy' ?"
She saw several flinches around.
'Oh, they wouldn't dare ...'
“One last question guys? What’s the objective that time?”
Thor was busy conspiring with Freyja, so it was Angra Mainyu who answered her, cackling in unholy glee, apparently very amused with the situation.
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“Keh heh heh. To eliminate Lord Voldemort, of course!.”
Ah. That guy.
And you say Aphrodite messed up and he knows what’s gonna happen?
And you say that he had years to prepare for what was coming?
After what she just heard, and the numerous thoughts of what she would do if she was an homicidal dark lord who just got access to extensive knowledge of her own future, she only one thing to say.
“Welp, f*ck me sideways.”
That certaintly explained why they wanted a deity from this land to come. And sent her plans crashing, burning, before being frozen and ejected in outer space.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Min smirked lecherously at her while pinching her butt.She punched him in the nose while recalculating her next moves, then realized what she just did and sighed.
“ Nah, I prefer blondes.”
“Eh, your loss”
He shrugged before going his way, face already healed. She looked some more, while pondering on the question, before realizing that, if Voldemort was as anti-muggle as he pretended, his course of actions was obvious. She installed herself comfortably on her seat, getting excited. If anything, this game would be interesting.
“Now, to set up my character creation...”
She opened her character finder and selected the highest martial score characters. One of the major tweaks that had been done, was the addition of a whole slew of perks and traits, all revolving around magic. The magic capacity itself was added to the martial score and surely, she found Dumbledore's 42 on top of her list. The second one was Tom Riddle, and his absurd 40. Monsters, those two.
Since it was clearly a Harry Potter scenario, most of the players would choose people from Harry's year. Preferably specially tailored characters to suit their needs, which was to destroy the dark lord. In other words, high martial score characters. The third one on the list was obviously a player character.
Danielle Helena Montmorency, age twenty. The black haired, violet eyed daughter of Elisabeth Taylor herself ( who was conveniently a pureblood) and of a mysteriously (and conveniently) generated french pureblood, that shouldn't have existed in the first place. That girl had 37 Martial. At 20. Impossible under normal circumstances.
“Hehehe, so you guys go as far as altering history to suit your purposes... I think I might have to up my ante a bit?”
The others stopped moving and all stared at her smirk that was promising war if further provoked.
In other words, hands off or it's game over for all of you.
You see, in that kind of games, it's a common agreement that deities born from the game land are forbidden to join, because, even if the faith has long disappeared, they have an edge in that they perfectly know every stone of said land, which is a huge tactical advantage. And some other, less important things.
Back to the woman that should not exist. She has the congenital traits Quick, Powerful and Strong. Neither of her parents have the last two, and, to seal it, she had a special blessing that makes the men like her a whole lot more.
Yup, that one's Freyja's.
She hated her already.
None of the other character seemed to have been blessed, so the others were biding their time. Thor and Freyja were obviously allies. Min would probably join them or stay neutral, whichever one would allow his ( or her) champion to get laid the most. And for the last one, Angra Mainyu, he'll obviously help Voldemort for a time, so as to maximize the destruction potential. What kind of characters the three choose though ? Freyja's Pawn's window indicate that she's married to an attractive, death eater pureblood (that she's scheming to kill) and has Remus Lupin as a lover.
That means alive Potters and free Blacks. In other words, Thor will choose one of the two.
Which meant that the 'Light side' of wizardkind won't be an option for her character. Neither would the 'Dark'. Voldemort probably expects other ' players' and would crack down on anyone powerful and close enough for him to grab. With the amount of mind readers, future knowledge is definitely no good. She was comforted in her choice of getting the ' bonus'.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose, before speaking up.
“What's the bonus if I don't kill a mortal because they read a book to throw them in a country scaled mess of a war simply because I'm bored and somebody doesn't know how to clean their messes?”
Everyone bristled, save for the god of destruction, who answered.to her question lazily.
“You get the 'character creator' and fifty points to spend on traits and stuff, but if you sacrifice your fifty points, your character will inherit its parents traits.”
“Sold.”
She was feeling positively giddy, fifty points in exchange for not knowing the future, admittedly isn't much, but considering that all of her enemies knew it, it was a matter of time until everything went down in flames. Thus, the only viable choice would be turtling and extreme self improvement.
Minmaxing a character is always fun. And she already found who she wanted. It would annoy the bitch so much …
The game started slowly, until came September 23th 1979.
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For those who ask, yeah, it's The Cursed Story. I don't know if I'm going to rewrite it in ite entirety though, ,so I'll keep it as a one shot for now.
For the Alfred the great bit, our 'protagonist' decided that an Alfred the great with a 'moon priestess' build was a good idea. Since then, Warcraft 3 has been on the ban list for 'the game'. She was banned too, but didn't care either way, that just meant ' those guys are just lame and aren't worth my time anyways, they can come back when thay get some skills'.