I watched as various characters flew by, like Madara, Gojo, Superman, Supergirl, Thor, Sentry, Mephisto, Hela, and more. Before eventually it stopped on a character I knew all too well "Gwen Stacy | Ghost Spider - Earth 65"
Sitting and waiting in the void isn't very fun…like at all. The only thing I can do to pass the time in this place is to recall shows I have watched, fanfics I have read, and everything in between. Being a huge nerd when it comes to most things fiction, my brain was full of knowledge in regards to fiction. At one point I mainly knew anime, but after growing up a bit more I grew out of it. Now I know a lot about live-action universes and some games. From Harry Potter to Doctor Who.
Artoria: "A fake, wielding a fake has no place before me. I told you, you would rue the day you took up that face. I am going to feed you your own heart."
dude 2 meters is like 6 feet, at 5 meters she will be like 15 feet tall.
The screens were self-explanatory and she selected the first screen, she again got a scale. She could adjust herself to be as small as 1 meter in height, bringing the features on her masterpiece out of proportion, imagine having a penis ¼ of your body height and E-cup boobs on top of that. She then started moving the scale to the other end and she saw that she could be as tall as 5 meters in height, which again brought everything out of proportion.
I was half debating when I should show Atlas I'm not under his control as I was tinkering on my drill. I managed to connect it in such a way that it drew power from the sentinel battery instead of fuel. Should make for an interesting test.
We will also possibly be getting bodies of mutants and aliens from other planets after enacting Lady White's plan of creating 'dead body factories.' It is necessary to understand the parameters of undead created for greater efficiency.
Marvel: So I'm a Supreme Being, So What? [Under Edit]
(A/N: I never understood why some authors make their MC's reincarnate as babies. And then they write that the MC enjoyed his second chance at childhood. No, that sounds like complete and utter torture. Just imagining having a sh*t filled diaper stuck to me is enough to make me want to puke. Disgusting 🤢🤮)
Albus Dumbledore was in a conundrum. Something that even his beloved lemon drops couldn't relax for him, and it had to do with one annoying pest called Jasmine Potter. He didn't care what name the brat called herself, Evanshade, Potter she could even call herself Hagrid for all her cared, but she would always be called a pain in the backside by him in his head.
What if I went to a world where Rapture was just a fantasy? What if I went to a world where my mothers utopian dream was simply a distant afterthought in the mind of a mad man?