A/N: I own nothing, except myself, and Omni.
Man, I was bored. Here I was, practically a God. My name was Maul. I was in my house. In space. I know, it's kind of cliche, but hey, I'm one of millions of authors. We are given special abilities. We're reality jumpers. We can enter different dimensions, then we can take their timeline, and split it off into two. The original, and our own messed up timeline. I met these two authors once. Crazy bastards. they were called DC, and Marvel. They created many dimensions. Oh, did I mention higher-ups can create dimensions? Yeah, if you have enough training, then you can create your own.
Those two pitted their own dimensions against eachother, and then made an amalgam universe. Good thing they sorted it out. I'm getting off track, though. Here's my story.
I lay down in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
'What to do, what to do.' I thought. I've had a condition called "Writer's block" for a while now. It's a condition that inhibits our abilities, by keeping our minds from coming up with anything. In the past, I've given up on many dimensions. I dumped two of them on GodOfStorms. It was then, that I came up with the idea of a mass multi crossover story.
'Of course! I could bring characters from other dimensions, and test them to their ability!' I thought. 'But who should I bring, and what should these tests be?'
It took me a while. I got up and went to my kitchen. I opened the refrigerator, and grabbed a nice cold beer.
'I can always bring Wolverine.' I thought. 'That animal would be great in a survival situation.'
I popped the lid off, and took a sip. 'Kurt will make a fine contestant. Can't have only X-men characters though.'
I thought a while, thinking about the characters I would bring. I finished the beer, and disintegrated the bottle. I got up, and spawned my laptop. I would use one of my spore planets for the land template.
Things were about to get interesting.