Marxman Effect

The Mass effect franchise belongs to EA and Bioware respectively

Garry's mod belongs to Facepunch Studios and Team Garry

I own nothing but my OC's and this story.

Chapter 1 – New world, new life

Hey guys! How're you doing, I hope you're fine, I am NOT fine.

So, let me start from the beginning.

I was your mostly regular 17-year old Finnish school kid, even if my grades weren't that good, I could still be considered decently smart from all my trivial knowledge collected from my daily 10 hour internet sessions.

When I last got a full check-up from a doctor, I was considered "slightly overweight" about 80 kilos currently. Even if my hygiene is considered not-so-decent, I haven't gotten any kind of illness in the last few years so I'm either very lucky or I have a strong immune-system.

Now you might ask, "What does this have to do with the story?" and I'm getting there so be patient.

It was a regular boring night of sitting on my laptop, playing Garry's mod, I was actually role-playing on some DarkRP server which name I can't pronounce cause it was something in French I think.

Now on the server I met this guy who was RP:ing as the mayor (I was a regular citizen so I was escorted by Civil Protection and checked for any weapons.), and there he said something 'bout some great experiment and if I wanted to be a part of it. I decided to humor him and accepted, after I did my character suddenly died and I myself started feeling dizzy for some reason and eventually I blacked out, my last thoughts being on that guy.

Next thing I know, I wake up in a sterile white room.

There's just complete white surface stretching to every direction.

"Mitä helvettiä, kuolinko mää sydäriin tai jotain?"(What the hell, did I die of heart attack or something?)

Suddenly from a distance walked a guy in a grey Santa Claus costume and a great white beard; I blinked twice when I realized it was my other RP character Santa Marx Aka. Re-incarnation of Karl Marx in a Santa Claus costume.

He just stood there, without saying a word, then he suddenly just vanished and a small paper note fell to the floor.

I crawled my way over to it and picked it up and read it.

"As per our agreement, you will be taking part in my little experiment.

I'm sure you've already met your RP persona because guess what, you will be him in the place you're going, he will have all the powers you have given him in your RP sessions with other people the whole universe will be your playground, as long as you won't change main events too much or kill any of the main characters, you will be returned back when the story has ended.

In the meantime, have fun.

- The Mayor"

I dropped the note, shocked by what I had read, so basically I'm going somewhere but I don't know where and I can do whatever I want there as long as the plot stays somewhat intact?

Well, not like I can do much about it. Better make the most out of this.

After a few minutes I blacked out again, this time waking up on some alley from the looks of things, I look myself over and I am indeed wearing Santa Marx's Grey costume, I also have the one and only Toolgun with spawnmenus and everything, the thing is currently set for remove option.

I'm pretty sure I can't remove people with this thing but I can probably remove their weapons if I get into trouble, so fighting should be pretty easy if it comes to that.

When I take in my surroundings I can see that the alley I'm in has dark metal walls and I can hear loud music in the distance, I walk out of the alley, and look left and right. I can see people walking around in some futuristic looking suits and… wait, Is that an Asari? Why was I sent to the Mass effect-verse of all places possible?! Ok, calm down he said I had all my RP characters powers, one of them being the Developer Console, so let's try it out.

I press a button on my toolgun, which reads "Dev. Console" Suddenly a screen opens up in front of me and I type in 'give_item_makarov9mm'.

And out of nowhere a Makarov appears into my hand, and I accidentally drop it in surprise. 'Wow, it actually worked'

I check the weapon out only to find that it's empty, I facepalm.

'Of course it would be empty, these weapons are always spawned empty, guess I'll have to spawn some ammo for it.'

So I did and after reloading and putting the safety on I stored the gun and rest of the clips to my suit's many pockets.

Now, I'm still not sure where I am exactly and at what point of time in the game, although I'm pretty sure it's somewhere before the first game since I was told not to derail the main plot too much.

There's also the problem of having no record of my existence here and this damn suit sure would stick out in the mass of people like a sore thumb.

I double-check both left and right again and when I'm sure nobody is around, I try to sneak past to find out where I am exactly, if the music is anything to go by I might be somewhere in the wards on the Citadel, maybe near Chora's Den or Flux.

As I'm walking I think about how my presence will affect the overall story, I've read pretty many self-inserts where the main character with no talent whatsoever get's to join Shepard's crew for some reason. It's so damn cliché that now when I have the chance, I don't think I'll do it. I try to change things indirectly or I'll just get my own damn ship. Man, having this kind of power sure makes me feel like I'm some fucking god.

As I keep walking I start to come across some people, not that it could be avoided of course.

They look at me like I'm some kind of mental patient walking free.

First order of business would probably be finding some more casual clothing, I come across many shops as I walk through the wards eventually spotting a promising looking little place, it's run by a middle-aged guy who seems to be pretty bored but instantly cheers up when I enter his place.

"Well hello there. Come on in, we have all kinds of cheap clothing for sale, take your pick. I'll be here if you need me." He says with a fake smile.

I just ignore him for the moment and look through all the things on sale, I spot a nice looking black shirt and a pair of grey jeans and I pick them and try them on, they seem to be fit just perfectly, but now I have to do something about my money problem before I can buy anything.

So I take out my developer console again and Spawn myself a credit chit with enough money to last for a while. I hand over the chit and pay my clothing, after that I leave the shop to go look around the place.

I take an elevator to the presidium and look around, the view is breathtaking, even better than it was in my pirated Mac version of the first Mass effect.

Then I remember that I should probably go find that VI guide Avina.

"Greetings and welcome to the Presidium, my name is Avina and I am pleased to be your virtual guide throughout this level of the Citadel space station" she says with that emotionless robotic voice.

I step over to the terminal "What is the current date and year in earth time?" I ask nervously, waiting for an answer to the question that has been bugging me since I arrived here.

"The current date in earth standard is 16th of October year 2180, is there anything else you would like to ask?" she replied, as I sigh with relief.

"No, that will be all thank you." I reply as I walk away from the terminal.

"Logging you off" and after saying that she disappears.

So, now I know that I'm on the Citadel, 3 years before the events of the first game. And I have no idea what I'm going to do in that time.

I collapse onto a nearby bench and start thinking through my current options.

First thing I should probably do is get some ID before I get arrested but I don't have any idea how, It's not like I can spawn a fake ID, I don't even know the console command for that sort of thing.

I could always become a merc, it would pay well but I don't know the first thing about shooting an actual gun. (22. Caliber rifle doesn't count)

Wait a minute, why would I even need a job? It's not like I can't just spawn some stuff to sell or just make infinite money with the console.

But I seriously have to learn to shoot if I'm going to survive in this place. Not that I'd die, Santa Marx did after all control Respawn, so if I happen to die in a firefight, I can just respawn somewhere nearby and finish the job.

As I mentally go through my options, I can hear police sirens in the distance.

'Hopefully they're not after me, or I'll be in some pretty deep shit.'

A/N: So that was my first attempt at writing fanfiction hopefully you enjoyed this and any future chapters that are coming. All reviews are welcomed whether they be ranting, slandering, constructive critisism, praise or something else. English is not my first language so grammar mistakes are bound to happen, please point out any flaws you see since I currently don't have a Beta.

This is MarxistFIN, Over and out.