The Game Cafe in Marvel and DC

91 – The formation of a Guild

[A/N: Been having a rough year so far, sorry for the lack of updates. If nothing wrong happens, a chapter should be released weekly]

Leaving his small factory that he claimed for himself illegally, Kyle was a noticeable figure stalking the alleyways and rooftops of numerous buildings in Gotham. He had two such factories under his control and guarded by his personally fabricated autonomous security robots, one in Gotham's factory district and one on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen.

His factory in Gotham was designed solely for producing weapons, specifically laser rifles. Meanwhile, his Hell's Kitchen factory was designed to produce robots, specifically Eyebots, and Protectrons. While he had already manufactured and assembled an entire crate full of laser rifles and pistols, his production rate was rather slow, as fabricating the focusing lenses and matrixes for the laser weapons was rather expensive and slow.

As he leaped and dashed across the roofs of Gotham in his combat armor and duster, Kyle quickly traveled across Gotham till he reached his destination, the small little cafe completely surrounded by people waiting for it to open. Hidden away via a stealth field, a dozen Eyebots circled around him and the store, giving Kyle a good view of everything around him through the experimental pip-boy he had on his arm. It took him a few days to build the pip-boy, most of that time going towards the programming and the pip-boy's internals, such as its fission battery that took Kyle ages to obtain from the credit store.

That would give him at least a decade before its charge ran out, but he'd frequently check and dismantle the Pip-boy regardless to ensure it was working correctly. At the moment, Kyle controlled the eyebots through radio signals from the Pipboy, meaning if the eyebots strayed too far from Kyle, they'd fall back to their base programming and standing orders.

Leaping down to the ground, Kyle waited a few minutes. Once the people stormed inside, Kyle followed, leaving his invisible eyebots to keep watch.

Stepping inside, he was met with the chaos that usually followed the store's opening, as people rushed to buy whatever goods they could or get their seats. But Kyle was in no rush, as he knew today would be the day when the store would be open all day, every day.

Greeting the Zerrefs that he passed by, Kyle waited in line, ignoring all of the pointed looks he received due to his...armored attire, but if the wasteland taught him anything, it was that there was no such thing as overkill. Lord knows how many times he was killed by something or someone who, by all rights, should have been dead by their wounds, of which Frank Horrigan was a notable figure who refused to die.

Buying his six hours, he moved over to a computer and sat down, only to be met with a notification on the screen.

[Introducting Guilds!]

[Guilds are private or public communities run by a 'Guildmaster' and can compete in events and earn unique rewards. Guilds get their own Guild chats where Guild members can share information and speak with one another, and Guilds contain a whole host of other benefits]

'Guilds?' Kyle wondered, opening up the 'Guild' tab at the top of the screen, showing off a list of two Guilds and an option to create his own.

Humming in thought, he opened the 'Create' guild option. Kyle thought it might be a worthwhile endeavor if he could speak with other individuals like himself. Still, he doubted he could tolerate too many individuals, so he chose a name and tags, wrote a description, and set the member count to only ten members before setting the guild to be public and allowing others to join freely.

[Guild Name: The Lone Wanderers]

[Guild Tags: #Fallout, #Science, and #FalloutLore]  

[Guild Description: The Wasteland is filled with many secrets, some known, some unknown, yet there is always more to be discovered]

[Guild Member Count: 1/10]

[Create Guild for 100 Credits?]

[Yes]

Confirming his choice, he looked upon the 'benefits' he received from being in a guild.

The first was what appeared to be a private chat room for those in the guild where we could message one another and send images or recordings. Moving on, he found what appeared to be a...Guild ranking system? 

[Guild Rankings are determined by events and competitions]

[In 30 days, the first PVP Tournament will arrive]

Interesting, but was a ranking only good for boasting or reputation, or were there more benefits? Then Kyle recalled the message stating that Guilds can earn...unique rewards from events. The question was, what kinds of rewards? 

But before Kyle could think further, a member joined the Guild, then two, and before he noticed, all nine slots were filled with people likely just seeing the new additions to the computers.

[Tyke - Guildmaster - Welcome]

[Vervillian - New Member - Heya, glad to see that I am not the only one still wandering the wasteland]

[Giveme$5 - New Member - No kidding, everyone gives up after the first couple of deaths, lol]

[Brave&Beautiful - New Member - I don't even understand why either. Is it because of the pain?]

[Tyke - Guildmaster - That would be my guess @Brave&Beautiful]

Leaning back into his seat, Kyle realized that this would be an interesting day.

...

With a brief moment of darkness, Kyle soon found himself in the Mojave Wasteland again. He wore nothing but the mercenary garments he purchased in Goodsprings and a 10mm pistol in a holster on his hip.

After completing and exploring Fallout 1 and 2, Kyle moved on to the next game in the series, Fallout New Vegas.

As shown with each game so far, he found himself experiencing new things, discovering new people, history, factions, and so much more. Yet, the Deathclaws of the Mojave Wasteland were far fiercer than the sparse few he encountered in the previous games, including the sentient deathclaws he saved in the old vault. Just north along Interstate 15 was a rather large quarry chock-full of deathclaws; just one of the bastards was more than enough to kill him, but over a dozen? It was clear that Kyle had to find another way to get to New Vegas.

The deathclaws that wandered within and around the quarry were tougher, meaner, and far deadlier than any deathclaw Kyle had encountered in his travels in the wasteland, which was saying something. Not to mention, they were like bloodhounds with how fast they tracked him down, even from a distance.

Already, this new section of the world has brought Kyle some new experiences. When he tried taking the other road north to reach New Vegas, he was swarmed by these giant bugs called 'Cazadors' with stingers that could kill a man if stabbed, and their venom? The most excruciating pain he had ever felt, but despite that, he knew that if such creatures called the Mojave Wasteland home, what else did? 

So, left with one option, he traveled south, coming upon the town of Primm, which, of course, was overrun by the...lessers of the wasteland, the filth. These so-called 'Powder-Gangers' were rapists, murderers, and a whole host of mother nasties who bullied and robbed everyone they encountered; they originated from an NCR Prison, and get this, they were given dynamite of all things, to do their labor. What did they expect to happen, giving criminals literal explosives? Had the NCR become rampant with stupidity after his death? 

Of course, he put them all down, getting a nice reward of caps in exchange, as well as information and an eyebot named ED-E, which was surprisingly intelligent. However, the eyebot lacked any sort of communication other than beeps, boops, whirls, and physical movement. If anything, the eyebot sort of reminded Kyle of a dog. Only this dog could fly and shoot lasers....why did that sound familiar? 

Shaking his head, he continued his journey south, hoping to loop around the mountains and continue his journey to New Vegas, so he could learn why some dumbass shot him in the head over a damn metal poker chip, of all things.