[ Volume I: "GAME DEVELOPMENT SYSTEM VOL. 1" ]
[ Chapter I (1): "THE WORLD OF MINE" ]
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[ New York City, USA, Earth. Universe 2006-162118 ( Marvel-Universe ) ] [ February 3, 2024 ]
[ "Okay mate first of all that opinion is invalid. Second of all that is Padme, what are you talking about?!" ] [ "Genderbend it, GENDERBEND IT?!?! The CLOWN?! What is wrong with you." ] [ "Mom get out I'm playing!" ] [ "—re you winning son?" ] [ "..." ] ( "What the hell is wrong with this lobby?" )
Felix Harp removed the sweaty headset from his ear as he placed it down right besides his keyboard — not out of frustration, not out of anger, not out of fear but instead out of disappointment. Yes, out of disappointment.
The universe that Felix found himself in being more advanced than the previous one that he grew up in — gods, monsters, billionaires in tin can costumes exist in this world. Wakanda too, but in the eyes of the world it's just a poor country, but in the eyes of Felix Harp, the 21 year old self-proclaimed internet master knows everything... Nothing is what it seems.
Felix who was about to commit suicide rejoiced in finding out that he was transmigrated of some sorts in another universe, or earth — its just that he found himself in the same body, same economical status, same family (orphaned), and with nothing to live for.
Except for the anticipation for the drama that would and have already happened in this world, other than that he would have already killed himself.
The small, smelly, cramped room of his suffocating at first could be seen littered with newspapers, bulletin board outlining the connections of each one of them — cut outs either from magazines, posters, or papers. All of the said such papers either contains the face or theories about his favorite heroes (Spider-Man, Iron Man, Hulk, Thor and such), or villains (Loki's NY Attack, Sandman, Green Goblin and others), or groups of interest (X-Men, Avengers, SHIELD, HYDRA, X-Force) he spent time-and-time again using his resource which isn't a lot, his time which he has plenty off, and knowledge about future events regarding the Marvel Universe, yes, the amalgamation of different Marvel Universes mixed together to form a new one. Wow, fascinating right, anyways let's continue.
Why is Felix talking about this all and such, recalling the details in the universe that he found himself in? Because to be more precise even though it's advanced beyond comprehension I— mean in one possible future cancer is cured, in another everyone is beautiful, in another Earth was literally heaven.
Yet, even with those possibilities, even with all those potentials some aspect of the universe is ought to be left behind — like the game aspect of it. Which is shi* in the one Felix found himself reluctantly trapped in.
Felix doesn't know what's worse: losing the quality of games that his previous world, universe provide or being inside a universe known for it being reset/destroyed or possibly being reset/destroyed every single issue — and, oh, the way it happens isn't fun both for in-universe and out-universe. That's a retorecal he meant to say that losing games is everything.
Valorant, League of Legends, Team Fortress 2, Fortnite, Roblox, Minecraft, Far Cry Series, Tomb Raider, For Honor, Dying Light, Dead by Daylight all-and-all such beautiful games and hidden gems known to him is just a dream in this universe — if only Felix knows how to develop a game he would have definitely, definitely, definitely without a single strain of doubt re-create all of them and more. Hell he would have definitely improved it, the Fortnite game most definitely — but sadly he can't do that. But he is learning bit-by-bit through what he could find on the web about encoding — it's just that the quality of them is poor, but didn't stop him from learning — it's just really frustrating.
Felix couldn't help scratching his head, his shoulders laid about in his wooden chair — the creaking could be heard as he looks at the screen going on about in front of him. A copy paste game patronizing the american war against the nazis with 80s graphics, that was 40 something years ago yet this is the most famous, most popular, and most played game throughout the world with 23.2K players daily. Yes, it's poor, and yes Felix wanted to hit everyone who's speaking in the lobby with his slightly broken headset.
[ "—AH YEAH YEAH, AND I'M TONY STARK YOU PISS OF SHI* OF A KID!" ] [ "FUC* YOU UNC!" ] [ "FUC* YOU!" ] [ "Guys where can find the M4A1?!" ] [ "Gun please." ] [ "..." ] ( "Just kill me at this point." ) Felix stares at the screen and noticed that because of the dark surroundings in-game he could makeout his appearance — that said dishelved messy face of his, the black plain iris of his, the normal face, the unshaven and uncut dark hair with no beauty in sight.
Yes, that is the protagonist of the story, the one we will be spending time with for 400 chapters — that sirs and ma'ams is Felix Harp enjoy.
And to be frankly he is questioning the life choice he made that got him into this situation — if he continued his study in journalism would he have been in a better situation instead?
Would he have been the detective-like figure in the new world he found himself in if he did. Or if he spent his time actually exercising would he have been in a better shape.
If he had focused on his skills in chess would he have been a grandmaster? How about editing, he isn't subcar in that category — he don't know, he can't see the future he don't want too know. He could handle if it was worse, but what if it's better? He would have definitely continued with his suicide attempt this time more grandeur.
He don't know, but for now at least he is deleting the game he downloaded, [ "World War 2: Nazi Awakening." ] That's the title, no? Doesn't matter he deleted it from the corner of his head and so does the unwanted noise coming from the headset disappear.
He watched the application that costed his secondhand computer exactly 19.2GB to download, desktop of his being plain in appearance as he watches the screen in front deleting all the downloaded files relating to that cursed game — and so finally giving Felix a peace of mind.
Felix closes his eyes, the drowsiness that he was fighting since early finally winning — he rested his head on his keyboard not caring about the roughness of the said thing. And so he slept, he slept, the soul of Felix Harp the always-tired grumpy looking kind that is slightly edging on emo, stalker, and suicidal — no, wait he is suicidal. But all of that doesn't matter as of now because he is finally resting — not dead may you but sleeping.
The face of Felix looking calm, drool about to sip out of his mouth, snoring starting to be heard as he went to laa laa land, or something close to that very-very unprepared to what is about to happen to his soul which is about to be restless for what will feel like days.
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[ Fun Fact (FF-Lore): "Felix Harp is an orphan, kicked out when he was old enough. Quick on his feet he isn't dumb, but that sometimes seems like the case as he navigates life without a plan. January 1 of the same year he found himself teleported into another universe by accident, that accident? He woke up and couldn't remember, so he with his marvel and internet obsession was forcefully shoved in this not-so-fictional universe with seemingly no advance in hand. Or so he thought." ]