MARVEL: GAMER PATH - CHAPTER 1 (Patreon)

I woke up naked, face down in the grass. Something I was not expecting at all, since I had gone to sleep on my own bed after a marathon of resident evil movies. Taking a deep breath, I rolled over and sat up, trying to think how I had ended up here, I mean, I was not a heavy drinker, and I didn’t consume any drugs, so me being here was a bit bewildering.

Also, I was feeling odd, better than usual, my body felt full of energy, and my back didn’t hurt at all, which was a very rare occurrence in my life considering my many many spine problems. “So… someone roofied me, and fixed my back?” I muttered with a chuckle.

With a sigh, I pushed myself up and started assessing my environment, my gaze looking around the green décor of what I could only assume was a forest. “Trees, grass, and nothing else.” I sighed, feeling rather uncomfortable, I mean, if there was one place you didn’t want your dick out was a forest, with all the parasites and mosquitoes around… well, let’s just say it's not ideal, also, running is rather hard naked.

As I continued to look around in hopes of finding a note that said something along the lines of, you are being pranked, I heard a howl, “Bloody hell, wolves!” I hissed under my breath, this was not how I was suppose to go down, I either go down fucking Scarlett Johansson or I don’t go down at all!

[New Quest = **Where am I?**

You have awoken in a place you do not know, what can you do? Explore the forest to find more information about your whereabouts!

Objective = Explore the forest for clues, and find where you are!

Reward = 100 exp

Accept =  Yes/No]

Out of nowhere, something akin to a hologram appeared in front of me, a blue box of text that made me question my sanity as a whole, “This can’t be right,” I muttered, looking at the floating text in front of me, for wherever I turned the text would follow my head, taking a deep breath, I sat down in the grass, trying to make sense of this situation as a whole. “A gaming hallucination… well, I have to admit, it could certainly be worse,” moving my hand to the Yes option I smashed the non-existent button and sighed.

[Quest Accepted!]

With a chuckle hiding my worry, I stood up, and as I did I wondered, how far my hallucination would go. “Stats?” I mumbled in an attempt to see how my mind was operating right now. Surprisingly enough, as soon as I said this, a new holographic window appeared in front of me.

[STATS

Name = Alex Walker

Occupation = The Gamer

Level = 1

EXP = 0/100

HP = 100/100

MP = 100/100

STR = 10

VIT = 10

DEF = 10

DEX= 10

INT = 10

CHA = 10

WIS = 10

WILL = 10

PER = 10

LUK = 5

]

I am not gonna lie, I have played many games in my life, tons, my steam account is worth a year of my rent, and even then, I had no idea what some of those stats meant, I mean, some were obvious, but others… not so much. Fortunately for me, the text I was seeing seemed to have some sort of hover text, meaning if I hover my hand over them, I would get information.

PHYSICAL STATS

Strength (STR) = A measure of how physically strong a character is. Strength often controls the power and/or damage of melee attacks, the maximum weight the character can carry, also some weapons might also have a Strength requirement to use them.

Vitality (VIT) = A measure of how sturdy a character is, vitality influences hit points, and resistances for special types of damage like poisons, illness, heat, fatigue and such. The higher the Vit, the more the character can run, and such.

Defense (DEF) = A measure of how resilient a character is. Defense usually decreases taken damage by either a percentage or a fixed amount per hit.

Dexterity (DEX) = A measure of how agile a character is. Dexterity controls attack and movement speed and accuracy, as well as the chance of evading an opponent's attack.

SOUL STATS

Intellect (INT) = A measure of a character's problem-solving ability. Intelligence often controls a character's ability to comprehend foreign languages and their skill in magic. 

Charisma (CHA) = A measure of a character's social skills, and sometimes their physical appearance. Charisma generally influences prices while trading and flirting. Under certain circumstances, this skill can negate combat actions between two individuals.

Wisdom (WIS) = A measure of a character's common sense and  spirituality. Wisdom often controls a character's ability to cast certain spells, communicate to mystical entities, or discern other characters' motives or feelings.

Willpower (WILL) = A measure of the character's mental resistance against pain, fear, and other things when falling victim to mind-altering magic, torture, or insanity. The higher the will, the harder it is to break.

Perception (PER) = A measure of a character's openness to their surroundings. Perception controls the chance to detect vital clues, traps or hiding enemies, and might influence combat sequence or the accuracy of ranged attacks.

Luck (LUK) = A measure of a character's luck. Luck might influence anything, or nothing, with lady luck, anything is possible! But remember, lady luck is a very picky lover.]

Well that summarized things up, I think, “Ok, time to explore the forest… naked,” I chuckled, taking the first step into what I could only say was the start of something terrifying.

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After eight hours walking like Adam in the garden of Eden, naked. I discovered something, I was lost. And not lost like a kid in a mall, no, I was lost like a penguin in the fucking Sahara desert. “So much for doing the quest my clearly deranged mind asked me to do.”

Taking a deep breath, I sat down against a tree, and then I remembered I was naked, and stood up, ants and balls do not go well together.

As I stood up from the tree, the sound of tree branches in the ground, breaking were heard, and soon after a shout, “If ya mowve i'll shoot ya!!” A redneck, that particular intonation I would recognize everywhere.

“I'm lost!” I replied, hoping the unknown redneck would believe me.

“Why are ya naked?” The unknown man inquired, “Are ya gay!?” Even if I was, which I am not, with that tone of voice, and a gun on my back, I would never answer him truthfully, and besides.

“No… just, some bad people got me naked, and threw me into the forest to die, sir,” I replied, trying to formulate a plan should the man decide to shoot me.

“Ay see, whel.  come, ay have some clothes faw ya, I don’t want to see your chili dog hanging, so come!” Chilli d… why, nevermind.

“Yes,” I nodded, turning around. The man in front of me was both fat and skinny, and had a stench so vile that I could barely keep a straight face.

[John Mccloud LV 5

HP = 78%

MP = NULL]

[VIT HAS RISEN +1]

Jesus, smelling the man gave me a stat point, holy shit. Also good to know HP is a percentual value on others.

“The name is john mccloud, ay hate blayk folk ayn' gays folk, do ya like any of them?” Racist and homophobic, well ain’t he the package.

Taking a deep breath, I shook my head, reminding myself my morals were not above my need to survive, “Thanks for saving me sir,”

“Ay do what I can,” the man smiled, taking the compliment.

Following the man to his hut. I took the clothes he offered me as his wife cooked us dinner, how he went from almost shooting me to inviting to me to eat was beyond me, but I was not going to complain, though, I had to admit, putting the clothes he gave me was a challenge, for they… smelled awful, even though they were apparently clean, can’t imagine what dirty smells like… and now I’m imagining it.

“Sir you happen to have a map so that I can go back home?” I asked, avoiding the food his wife had served me, it looked like vomit, it smelled like vomit, and had the texture of guess what… oatmeal surprisingly, which kinda resembled vomit.

“Ay think there is one on thay ...err newspaper,” the man that had yet to identify himself nodded, giving me a very old looking newspaper.

Taking the newspaper I noticed something odd, the date was that of january 1992, meaning the newspaper was older than me, who the fucks keeps a newspaper that long, “I… do you have anything newer?”

“That one is frawum yesterday," the racist homophobe replied.

Deciding not to ask anymore questions for I would get no real answers, I started to read the newspaper, until I stopped a certain part of the paper, an article called, the death of Howard Stark, I was a fan of marvel, a big fan, and I knew for a fact, they never released a paper of this… and the racist homophobe didn’t look like a guy that frequented conventions, heck he didn’t even have internet.

[Quest Completed!

LEVEL UP!]

“Aren’t ya gonna eat!?” the man barked, seeing my plate full.

“My bad,” I smiled, taking a mouthful of that awful diabolical concoction.

[VIT HAS RISEN +1]

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After a long meal, and a few stats points, I walked out of the house with a map that somehow got absorbed into my being after a popup option appeared, and that opened a minimap on my peripheral view, which was good, cause I didn’t know how to read a map, so this was my saving grace.

As for the quest and the gamer thing, well…. I was still operating under the idea this was a bad drug trip, but if it wasn’t well. I was in the world of Marvel, which was both exciting for my geeky self, and concerning for my logical self, after all, Marvel was the world where scrotum chin existed.

Taking a deep breath, I shook my head and continued my journey hoping I would soon reach civilization. And well, let’s just say games lied to us. Instead of a five minutes journey, like in most games, it took me eight hours to walk my way out of the forest into the nearest road, where I would use my seductive skills to get a ride, aka I would beg for one.

Here I painfully discovered being a man was a weakness in the hitchhiking business, so I waited and waited for hours, until a truck came by, and offered me a ride, the man was nice, and was on his way to New York, and said I could tag alone with him until then.

[Roman Wallace LV 5

HP = 100%

MP = NULL]

“So, what were you doing in the forest?” Roman, who had yet to introduce himself inquired.

“I got lost and well here I am,” I didn’t elaborate.

“Well, I am glad I can help, the name is Roman by the way,” Roman smiled, giving me a firm handshake, “I have some burgers in the back, and water in case you want some.”

I looked at him and nodded, after that terrible, terrible, terrible thing I ate, I needed tasty food. “Thanks,” I smiled.

“Ha, don’t thank me yet, I will need a favor,” if this fucker asks for anything remotely sexual, I will jump out of this truck. “At the truck stop, I will need your help cleaning this baby, consider it a pay for the ride.” That’s… acceptable.

“Sure,” I nodded, cleaning a truck, easy enough, I did that shit in college for extra cash.

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[STATS

Name = Alex Walker

Occupation = The Gamer

Level = 2

EXP = 0/300

HP = 240/240

MP = 100/100

STR = 11

VIT = 14

DEF = 11

DEX= 11

INT = 11

CHA = 11

WIS = 11

WILL = 11

PER = 11

LUK = 6

STAT POINTS = 10

]