The Gameverse

LEVEL FOURTEEN

Enki stood on the pinnacle of the obelisk at the end of the memorial pool. Time wasn't exactly a concept you could define normally, but if he was right, and he usually was, it had been six years since the first sign that the Digitalization had occured. Time flowed much slower now that the entire planet had become separate from its regular plane in time and space itself.

His blue eyes gazed over the expanse of wrecked buildings and flipped over cars in front of him. Nothing had changed, and yet everything had.

The world around him suddenly pixelated, and became normal again when he stepped out of his vortex into the burnt oval office. His instant teleport skill was extremely broken, so he could use it whenever he wanted how ever he wanted.

One of the perks of only three Creator's being in existence is that the games story line would only bend in their favour. Gilgamesh, Searte and Enki were the only people that the game had selected upon becoming sentient.

Now it seemed the world decided to choose two more Creators for the mere fact that there were actually no NPC's in the game, and to balance it out it had decided to remove some players by forcefully deleting them, or "upgrading" their status in the game. Certain locations on Earth had been renamed and reshapee to a random point in history, making quests... interesting.

Seeing as the entire world wanted to strip him of his authority, he killed Searte and created a quest to replace the late god of destruction. Keeping things interesting, if you will.

Enki smirked, picking up the charred remains of a US flag. Dusting it briefly, he focused his gaze.

"Reform."

The flag suddenly pixelated, seemingly glitching out of state and repairing itself, then reshaping itself to look like an action figure.

That looked like Andrew.

"Time to mess around a bit. The world had better be ready for what happens next."