John Growned as he sat stiff in the uncomfortable chair. He had been just about to do the grand opening of his brand new shop when the world ended. Apparently China really hated the trade war the president started cause as soon as John flipped the open sign over and turned on the News he saw it. Total nuclear war. And even know he was just a small time crook who got a chance to open up his own pizza shop the world didn't care. Why you may ask? Well it probably had something to do with the bombs falling over head.
John looked around the office he found him self in. It was strange white walls covered in pictures of strange pictures and stranger people. But that was when the door opened and John watched a well dressed wild man walk into the room. His face was sunken almost skull like, but his hair was long and wild like the main of a lion. He sat down behind the desk and sighed.
"I'm so sorry for you loss. But you did sign a contract when you where 14 to become one of our agents when you died. And we here at the Company still have plenty of work to do even if some bozo killed the entire world."
"Wait contract before adult hood aren't legally binding," John said confused.
"Yes well you applied to go to a cross over world of Worm and DC with a Multiverse Store System. And we here at Gamer Haven all signed contracts with one Plains Walker or another. All of them get some version of Binding Vow."
"What the fucks a plains walker? And what is a binding vow?" John was freaking out as he looked around for the hidden camera.
"A Plains Walker is a being that lives beyond the laws of reality. They travel between Dimensions universe and multiverses looking for entertainment. Now from my understanding it is incredibly fun for them to watch baby Plains Walkers. But Plains Walkers are incredibly rare. In an infinite number of multiverse with an infinite number of universes there are only 300. So one of them Named Eric created Gamer Haven where they would make systems for none plains walkers and shunt them off into other worlds. Binding Vow is how they make you agree if you get cold feet. It's a power that makes you hold up your part of an agreement. Such as a contract that gives you hyper regenerative abilities and a multiverse store for you to by items for your self and bulk orders for you to sell from a store front. Now let's get into the nitty gritty."
"Fuck me. Yeah I guess I should here what I fucking stepped in."
"Yes well the world you agreed to enter in a combination of Worm and The DC universe. In this world specifically the towns of Brockton Bay and Gotham are combined. Brockton Bay is a town part of the Gotham metropolitan area just like Bloodhaven. You have been given the Power Hyper-Regeneration and a Starting Budget of one million usd. Your pre bought store front is just out side the Narrows on the edge between the Narrows and Brockton. It is a 3 story building with two basement levels. The first level is the store that comes with dining area main counter and kitchen. The first basement level is a storage area where more illegal good as deals can be made. The level under that has a shooting range and spa. Really you used point to buy a spa and full sized Olympic pool? Next to a shooting range?"
"Fuck you I was 14!"
"Fair I guess. The second and third floor are four family apartments that each are two ded and 2 bath with full size kitchens. You of corse live in the building and it seems you where smart enough to pay for several defensive options including building materials from other wolds to keep the building standing incase of a cape fight."
"God what am I looking at for capes! I never read the books just fanfics?" John was full blown melt down mode.
"Well you have all the DC capes minus a few that died. Same with the Worm ones. Something interesting to note is the Scion and Darkside are both threats you may have to deal with! Aren't you just lucky! And people still get powers from having the worst days of their life's. So the Bat Family has superpowers in this world. Aren't you just the funniest little masochist," the Skull man laughed at Johns much younger self's decisions.
"Please tell me there's some good news?"
"Nope! If anything it gets worse! You took own having more endbringers so that you could start off with all the permits to open as a coffee shop and pizza store with a inventory of Firearms to sell. You can make Magic coffee and pizza though."
"Magic coffee and Pizza?" John shouted In disbelief.
"Yep You put down coffees that and pizzas that worked like potions and could be used to buff those that ate thier. An example is Super Strength Pepperoni pizza and Stamina Up Expresso. You know how to make both of these things. Or at least you will."
"Trump Abilities and Hyper Regin? At least my younger self had ideas."
"Yes. Also it seems you elected to choose your starting inventory once you where arriving. So heat is you System interface. Familiarize your self with it choose your starting inventory and spend any of that cash you sold the world out for."
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Welcome User John
John
Store Level 1
Reputation-
Street Rep 0
PRT Rep 0
Bat Fam Rep 0
Two Face Gang Rep 0
Chaos Clowns Rep 0
Birds Of Prey Rep 0
88 Rep 0
ABB Rep 0
Undersides 0
The Merchants 0
Coil 0
Goonion 0
Skills-
Magic Cook- The ability to use Ingredients from across the multiverse to make food that Bost the consumer.
Powers-
Hyper Regin- You are unkillable. Technically. You can regenerate from anything given enough time in a none fetal environment.
Store-
Food
Weapons
Recruits
Vehicles
Medicine
Magic Tomes
Magic items
Technology
Mechs
Powers
Skills
Objectives for level up
Sell 10 items
Gain one Repeat customer
Sell 1 coffee, 1 Full Pizza, and one Firearm
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With a sigh John opened up the Bulk firearms tab in weapon. He had a coupon for three bulk orders of assorted weapons that he got for adding Godzilla as an endbringer. Then to because his younger self was an idiot John also added in Ghidorah for an additional one million starting fund.
With a sigh John added in a shipment of Assorted Cyberpunk Tech and one of power gun. Then for his last order he put in for Borderlands 3 guns. Then he opened up the powers tab and grabbed blank for 500k. The he bought a skill for being a ripper doc and a added a ripper doc set up in the first level basement. Those two combined only costed 200k lest then half the price of Blank. Which made sense seeing how awesome blank was. Completely hiding John from thinkers gods and magic divination. Finally he bought the same supply of Cyberware that Vic had at the beginning of the game leaving is starting funds at 200k. Then when he hit confirm he felt his body leach.
He threw him self to the floor heaving and retching. And when he looked up to scream he realized he wasn't in skull head office anymore. He was in a nice Pizzeria. The sent of dress pie and coffee filling him with the joy only good coffee and pizza could. I looked around and head to the kitchen.
He spent several hours prepping ingredients for basic pizzas and coffees people might order. When he'd checked the computer just inside the kitchen earlier it said it was Friday October 15th 2010. Several months before Taylor Triggers. It was about 4am when he showed up. He had already gone threw and looked at all his ingredients is Cyberware inventory and the gun. The assortments where fascinating to say the least. In games terms it seemed everything was factored new tier 2 items or green rank items. He had stars stuff from Dahl Jakobs and Vladof. No elemental weapons at all. Those where the only three brands sent in the 150 weapons order. For the cyberpunk weapons he got a frew of each commen power and tech weapons no anit material rifles or Iconic weapons. And none of them had mods installed. Just normal guns and rail guns. No Lmgs snipers or element spitting gun in any of his bulk weapons orders.
Which was totally fine by John. He wasn't sure he even new how much everything was going to cost. An order of Militec Tier 2 weapons bulk ordered was 300 guns for 150k. Now that ment the tier two weapon cost him 500 dollars a pop. But the order has 9 guns in it with 90 being one of the 3 types of pistols 10 being a special Hercules 3AX and then the last 200 being 40 of each of the Achilles, Saratoga, Crusher, Ajax, MK.31. And their was no way John could sell a Full auto .45 ACP Lexington for the same price as the Hercules. Especially when a bulk Oder of the Hercules was 500k for 100 gun. Plus's he need to make a profit!
The Lexington, Unity ane Liberty where the only weapon he currently has prices for. And that was because they fired ammunition that could be bought in the real world. The Lexington and Unity fired .45 and would be sold for about 650 while the Liberty fired a FN .57 and got the price tag of 800 buck. The rest of the pistols and most of the rest of the nine shotgun weapons including the Borderlands guns fired strange ammunition and each weapon only came with about 3 magazines or for some of the Jakobs guns clips of ammo.
He was taken out of his thoughts as a rapid beating was heard on the back door. John slowly brushed off his hands he grabbed the Lexington from near by and headed to the door. He press the muzzle against the door and opened the grate over the window. Standing there was a woman.
Harley Quinn stood out side. She had been walking down the street headed to Poison Ivy's place in the Bay when she saw the light on in the new coffee and pizza shop Lucky Break. She saw the place wasn't open yet which was understandable since it was 5 am but she was sure she could threaten the owner into making her and Ivy a pizza and a couple coffees. So she head around back and tapped on the door. While she waited she took a bat with barbwire rapped around the head out of her hammer space. You see Harley and as a grab bag with Mover 1 do to her hammer space and Brute 3 as she had enhanced strength and durability. She saw the shutter open and a younge man's face peak threw. His eyes widened but not out of fear. Harley smiled as she thought she wouldn't have to threaten the man after all. She wasn't above flirting to get free shit.
The door opened up and before she could speak a gun was pointing at her. She froze not expecting that jump especially since this was Gotham. Only gangs had guns. But this guy was a civi and had some weird looking gun pointed at her.
"Look I'd really not shoot one of my favorite Capes but I'm also not about to pay for protection. So what can I do for you maam?" Johns voice was as calm and collected. He was a gangster back in New York before opening up his Coffee shop to help wash the money for the gang. He was chosen because he had never been arrested but he was still an enforcer and had been in several gang wars by the time he set up shop. Killing was like work. It was just something you had to do.
"Um. Well. I was hoping to get a pizza and two coffees." Harley said acting like she was scared to have a possible tincher tech gun pointed at her.
He raised his eyebrow, "Well put away the bat and come inside. We can talk type of pie and how you take your coffee there."
Harley quickly pocketed her bat back in hammer space and the younge man lowered the gun and rubbed his face like he had a beard. John after realizing he no long had his beard sighed and stepped aside letting Harley Quinn into his shop.
Harley stepped in and saw several guns across one counter in the far corner a pot of coffee and several fresh pizzas. "If you want to try something weird those are trump pizzars. Coffee over there is called Brain Caf it actually does what people says coffee does and helps clear focus and wake up your brain."
"Wait your a trump! What gang are you with? Your not a Nazi right?" Harley growled the last part taking back out her bat. There was one thing she agreed with the joker on still and that was that nazis are fucked.
"Not with a gang. Not registered. Yes I'm a trump of sorts. And I'm not a Nazi. I make food and sell weapons. Plans to be the number one dealer of weapons and tech in the city."
"Really and how are you going to do that. The merchants by all the Wayne tech they can get and sell it to the other gangs. You'd need to beat them all out."
"I was thinking of partnering with the Goonion. I bet they would love to get their hands on tinker tech that won't break super quickly and can put down mid tier brutes." He said as he picked up a Omaha. "This is called an Omaha. The guy who makes them only sells threw me and this is basically a railgun. Haven't nailed down an exact price but I was think 1500."
Harley choked on air. 1500 for a railgun pistol he just claimed could punch throw a brute or a higher tier then her? "You can't be serious. That guns easily a 20k piece!"
"Well I have a couple in stock." He shrugged.
"Wait that's not a one of one? You have," she stopped mid question as she looked over and saw at least two more of the exact same pistol in gun metal grey on the counter. Right next to a normal looking shotgun and some weird sci-fi cannon. "What the fuck is that?" She pointed at the Achilles.
"Oh that? It's just a bigger rail gun. It model is called the Achilles. It could punch threw a car bumper to bumper."
"How much?"
"Hummm. Oh um 12k?"
"Did you just ask?" He slowly nodded his head to her question. She sighed as she pulled out several stacks of cash, "Give me both those pizzas. And I'll take the pot of Brain Caf. Then give me one of the Omahas and the Achilles."
John smiled ear to ear as he ran off and grabbed her a gun case and boxed up the two pizzas he made. One was a Fire resistance pizza that made a person immune to flame up to 300 degrees Fahrenheit it had diced flame chillis and pepperoni, the other was a strength enhancement pizza that would bump anyone up one level of Brute both pizzas lasted about an hour per slice of pizza and each pizza had 8 slices.
"Well please enjoy. That will be…" she cut him off handing him 30k. "This is to much."
"Then open me a tab. You are now my primary pizza place if these pizzas are any good or if the gun works like you say. If the gun doesn't work I'll be back for my cash and if I don't like the pizza well then you can put it toward the ammo I'll be buying."
He nodded slowly as he looked at the money of his very first successful sale.