64 – New Games part 2

64 – New Games part 2

[ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM]

[RESIDENT EVIL]

[MINECRAFT]

Seeing the new trailers, everyone had an interest in one of the games for one reason or another.

Wolverine was interested in the possibility of fighting literal dragons, Alfred in the adventure and a seemingly remarkable experience, Ivy in how Zombies were even possible, and Harley in wanting to ride a dragon...in both ways.

Everyone was intrigued by these new games, even Kyle, though his interest quickly returned to Fallout. After all, he already had a plate full of things to do; there was no sense in adding more to the plate if he couldn't hold it.

Meanwhile, the three agents and Fury in tow couldn't help but groan and sigh. Fury because these new games would likely cause even more headaches for him, and the three agents because they knew that Fury would likely have them on this assignment even longer than intended.

...

[Whisky]

Briefly glancing at his username, Logan let out a small smirk before trying to navigate to the games.

You would think someone who's lived as long as him would be able to navigate a computer, but that was far from the truth. Logan was...an old soul, and while his body might not show it, his actions sure did, as he fruitlessly tried using the mouse and keyboard. However, Logan was nothing if not stubborn and eventually managed to navigate to the tab that listed all of the 'games' in the store. All the while, Zeref was watching this with amusement.

Finding the game he was searching for, he paid 50 Karma for two hours of gameplay, as that's all the time he had before he would need to head back to Xavier's to teach his class world history.

Confirming the purchase, he glanced at his new Karma balance, 1,188,420 Karma. Still far more than what he knew to do with.

Abruptly, his surroundings changed as Logan found himself standing in a pitch-black room.

Bum...Bum bum...

Suddenly, the sound of men chanting thundered in Logan's surroundings as the drums and voices picked up pace.

"DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN, NAAL OK ZON LOS VAHRIIN, WAH DEIN VOKUL MAHFAERAAK AHS VAAL!"

As the men continued their song with thundering voices, a strange sigil of a dragon with two wings and silver in color slowly revealed itself from the darkness.

Pleasantly surprised, Logan let the men sing even though he was met with the main menu.

[START]

[LOAD]

[OPTIONS]

[EXIT]

Letting the song on the main menu play out to its full, Logan sighed. This kind of music, while something Logan enjoyed, couldn't help but make him remember his time in the Wars. Since he was a child, Logan involved himself in almost every major conflict he could: the Civil War, World Wars 1 and 2, Vietnam, and even a bit of Afghanistan.

Logan has lived a long life, and he has the blood of many on his hands, but with each war, he could see that the amount of carnage and deaths only continued to rise, and he feared that sooner or later, Charles wouldn't be able to hold back the piranhas of the government, and Mutants would be the next on the chopping block.

He was a prime example, with Major Striker attempting to turn him into a living weapon that he could use to defeat any enemy, foreign or domestic. What would happen if the Governments of the world set their targets on Mutants? Nowadays, Mutants have become increasingly more common; at this rate, Mutants would probably take up 1-5% of the Human population within a century, and if Governments tried to use Mutants, Logan had no doubt that it would end with a War hitherto undreamt of, one filled with so much blood and hate that rivers would turn red and entire countries would become nothing but desolate battlefields between Mutants and normal Humans.

Sighing, Logan shook his head, snapping himself out of those depressing thoughts.

"No, this can’t be happening. T-This isn’t happening; this can't be happening!" The man stuttered.

"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?" The man in blue asked, breaking the elf from his stupor.

"Why do you care?" The man asked.

"A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home," The man in blue replied.

"Rorikstead. I’m...I’m from Rorikstead," The man replied.

As they approached what looked to be a fort, a soldier up ahead shouted, "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"

As they passed through the gate and into the town, Logan was able to pick up what the supposed General said, "Good. Let’s get this over with."

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me," The man pleaded, hoping he could be saved.

"Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe..."

As a boy was called into a house by his father, the wagon came to a stop.

"Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!" What looked to be a captain, based on their armor, ordered the nearby soldiers.

"Why are we stopping?" The man asked.

"Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us," The man in blue replied, getting up from his seat.

"No! Wait! We're not rebels!" The man became hysterical.

"Face your death with some courage, thief," The man in blue replied, stepping off the wagon.

"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!" The man shouted.

"I doubt they'd believe us," Logan finally spoke up before stepping off the wagon as well.

"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time," The captain ordered.

"Empire loves their damn lists," The man in blue spat.

The man in fancy armor stepped forward first, the Jarl or whatever he was called.

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm."

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!" The man in blue shouted as the 'Jarl' was pushed forward.

"Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead," The soldier continued writing on his clipboard.

"No, I'm not a rebel. You can't do this!" Seeing that the man was about to run, Logan acted swiftly, tripping them before they could run and get themselves killed.

"You idiot, you got a death wish or something?" Logan spoke harshly at the man's stupidity as he glanced at the many soldiers around them.

"I-I," The man tried to reply, "Don't worry, we will get out of this," Logan spoke, helping the man up even with the binds that held his arms closed.

"You there, who are you?" The soldier asked.