All the perks appearing have been in my setting document for weeks, see my profile page for it if you want. No power as the plot demands.

Gunfire, spears and fire rained down on John Kramer from the rest of my party. His body regenerated rapidly, flames reforming him with each blow. I needed to fix this. He was impossibly strong, even with his body fractured, and was pushing back everyone who pushed into him with their spears. He was regenerating so quickly we'd run out of bullets soon.

I could see they were tired as well. This had been a long slog, and everyone was exhausted. As I coughed more blood into my hand from my slowing dying body, I felt exhausted too. I still needed to win.

I bought up a social perk.

Raid leader D. You are a competent leader, and skilled at organizing dangerous situations. Once per combat scenario you can bolster all your followers, granting them +4 stats and +20 HP, along with refilling half their stamina. 150 perks.

"Keep him Down. Gordon, flame anyone he's touched. You can't let his spawn escape. This world is ended if his alien parasites escape."

I felt a rush of power exit me. Those around me grew a bit stronger, faster, and better able to fight. This whole time had been exhausting, but my leadership gave them fresh reserves of energy Ethan unloaded blast after blast into Kramer's body, while Gordon burnt Timothy Young's body that now looked more like tenderized meat than a person and the little chestburster inside him to ash.

My other allies came together with spears and shields, ramming each deeper blade into Kramer. Even as his was body was torn apart he fought to escape, but with the increased strength my buff gave them, the group was able to hold him in place.

I needed to stop his regeneration. My allies didn't have unlimited ammo and John Kramer only had so much biomass, if he was cut off from his supernatural help.

I grabbed Kramer's antimagic knife from the shield, yanking it out, and stabbed him in the chest. It didn't seem to stop his regeneration, so I bought another perk.

Supernatural Hunter.

You are especially effective at resisting a certain kind of magic, and in addition, once a day, can learn a common weakness of a type of magic you are facing. Indirect effects will have more trouble impacting you the longer you study a magic. 75 points.

Looking at Alien Kramer, I felt the perk twist and snap on his power. Another pop up awaited me.

Sacrificial link. Human souls contain a certain amount of power, even in this empty world. Somewhere souls are being sacrificed to empower their magic. Destroy the source and free the captured souls to nullify the magic.

Time to use my new inventory perk. I focused, and the Mark of Maturin flared on my hand. From my inventory I pulled out a sash of blindness. I'd stolen this from the Stephenverse. It was a cursed thing that took away your sight, but still you see the magic of the monsters that chased you down. I put it on.

John Kramer was glowing like a furnace. I could see a string leading out from him to Amanda, who glowed even brighter, like the sun. I went to her, dagger in hand.

She spoke, and her voice was Autumn's. "It's too late. You can't stop it." She said, with a low laugh. "My spawn will burn this world to ashes. You'll all join me, your memories preserved forever in my flames. Do you really want to keep being alone?"

The magic was concentrated on her front. I walked to her, and she didn't resist. With a single hard tug, I tore off her top.

Nailed to her skin were the glowing outlines of dozens of puzzle pieces. I could smell the rot of the flesh now and something else that I couldn't think of. These were the puzzles Jigsaw took from each of his victims who didn't cherish life enough. I could see them burning, as the souls within were consumed to fuel the transformation.

I could also see the massive and rich energy within her. Thousands and thousands of perk points of energy from Autumn there for the taking. My perk Hunger of the Deadlights fired up. I got closer, ready to rip open her throat and consume her essence.

I heard the bang of a gun, and her head exploded. The divine power rushed away. Tapp stood there, one of my resident evil handguns in hand. "She covered herself in gasoline. You didn't smell it?"

I tugged the blindfold off.

Gamer's mind resumed after disruption by cursed artifact. Wisdom debuff removed.

My senses rushed back to me. She had poured gasoline all over her body, and was holding a lighter.

I waved the blindfold. "Possibly relying on a cursed magical item designed to blind you has some downsides. Thanks. Power of friendship wins again." I glanced back. Alien Kramer was still on the defensive.

And I had another 1000 perk points from killing the throne of Autumn. I pushed away the notification, and another popped up.

You have one stat evolution. Pick which stat. The stat will gain improved perks and enhanced applications.

"Keep him down. I'm gonna cut off his power source."

"That's creepy as hell." Said Tapp. He turned back to the group, and started blasting holes out of Kramer's flesh. The black alien flesh was tougher though. It resisted bullets, our modern earth calibres not enough to quickly break the exoskeleton of a hyper advanced killing machine.

I went to stabbing, destroying each mark one by one. With each jigsaw piece I slashed, Alien Kramer healed a bit slower. The final mark was above Amanda's heart. I raised my knife to stab down, and heard a cry from behind me.

Alien Kramer was mostly transformed. Black plating covered his body, except for half his face, a black skull extended behind him, and a shard boney tail jutted out from behind him. It wasn't complete though. I'd interrupted the transformation. His tail was jagged, his face distorted, and his movements broken, like something inside him was broken.

He rushed at me, snapping the spears embedded in his body.

"I have to finish it." I pulled on all my stamina, all my strength. I dumped hundreds of perk points into leveling up my strength perks to their max, so they could match my new body. For a moment, I had 87 strength. I was strong enough to stop a truck. I slammed my fist into Kramer's human face. He snapped back, tossed across the room, and slammed into the wall. My arm shattered from the force of the blow, twisting, and then popped back in as my Gamer's body handled the debuff. I shook it out.

I then twisted back, and rammed the knife into the last jigsaw. I felt a shudder run down the knife, and looked at Alien Kramer.

He was frozen in his half human, half alien form, no more biomass being summoned from the void for him.

He put his hands up, as if to dismiss events and spoke, his voice deep and grating.

"How you play the hand you're dealt is all that matters. If I can't get any more power from her, you all look pretty tasty."

The moment was broken, and everyone fired again. He darted off into the corner, dodging the gunfire with lightning speed. I glanced over the group. Gordon and Ethan had hopped down, and everyone had guns now. Even Jeff had returned, and armed his wife.

I backed to the group. As I got closer, I heard the ceiling cracking, and looked up. I saw him, alien Kramer, dart out from the ceiling and swipe at me. I went to slam my fist at him again, but this time he was ready. He dodged, and swiped his tail at me, almost hitting my knife. Ethan managed to knock him off balance with a pair of shotgun blasts, but his tail still knocked a tenth of my health away with a hit.

"Won't work on me again."

Then he darted away, before the group could fire.

"What is that monster?" Asked Gordon. "It's so tough. It looks superior." Everyone else was huddled up. He was curious.

"The perfect alien lifeform, meant to destroy an ecosystem. He went too far with this, and if this gets out our world ends. We need to put him down. This places is too crowded. Let's move back to the old room.

"I want to see my son again. I don't want some alien monster eating him." Tapp said. "Lets get out of here, and kill him."

Laura looked blank and hopeless. "Why am I involved in a mission to save the world? Why me?"

I hefted my damaged shield. "Because someone has to do it, and it's us."

I quickly bought a perk for myself from my Mad Scientist skill.

Omniscient observer C. You can see everything. Gain vision into the infrared and ultraviolet, low light vision, and generally enhanced senses along with the ability to focus on very distant objects and very close objects. You can pierce stealth which doesn't conceal these as though your skills are a rank higher and you can overclock your senses with stamina. 600 points.

Triggering several boost time wisdom and intelligence perks, I thought.

I needed to pick a stat evolution as well. I had a bunch of options. I could go for strength, doubling down on my already impressive strength. I wasn't sure if that was for the best though. I was pretty sure an alien had evolved physical stats already, and I'd felt like a child trying to push a truck when I'd resisted him before.

Intelligence was out. It was great being smart, but Kramer was smarter than me. He was a once in a generation genius who'd made scrap metal into masterwork traps and fooled police on an epic scale.

Wisdom was a possibility. The ability to sense things had saved me again and again. But this was a supreme alien monster, and I'd seen that Kramer was good enough to beat my perception and Laura's. I was pretty sure I couldn't beat their stealth.

But something had beaten their stealth. He could have skewered me but he hadn't because the ceiling had cracked. A lot of things had gone right for me this time. I opened up a system description.

Luck. Your importance to the plot and degree of plot armor to stay alive even when you should not.

This was meant to be when Kramer died. I'd shown that you could force your way to survive even when your luck was low, but luck mattered. The universe twisted itself to protect those with plot armour.

Or maybe that wasn't all of it. Luck was about preparation. I'd done a lot of preparation to survive all this. Saw 3 was a death trap, where Amanda's madness reached new levels. I'd worked myself to the bone, and got my friends to help me. Jigsaw was all alone. He was due to die, Amanda was my plant, and Hoffman was off doing whatever he wanted.

He was out of luck. He had to play with the hand he had, and lady luck wasn't on his side.

Time to become the protagonist.

I clicked yes on the stat evolution, and felt my perception expand.

Feng Shui devotee. Rare luck evolution. You can see the connections between events, plot, and people and better direct them towards your goals. Each luck point has a greater effect, which is even greater with preparation of people and your environment.

"Jeff, Lynn, you in?"

They both nodded. "To save our son. And the world." Lynn said.

I needed to amplify this. I gave Jeff Denlon and Lynn Denlon a Mark of Maturin and everyone my new and enhanced luck perk.

Ka-tet of Maturin. One from many. You and a group of people are tied together by fate, shielded by the will of fate. Duty and destiny, where you must go. You can gain a constant luck bonus of up to fifteen from your party members and preparation. You gain a constant sense of the most plot relevant location to go, and the plot importance of people. 75 perk points. Need at least three party members.

Using my cheaper antimagic perk, Kryptonite, I looked up Alien Kramer's weaknesses.

His advanced body is not supported well by scientific laws in this universe and has to be sustained by magic. His own antimagical powers will counteract his powers.

We all had a lot of luck to go against Kramer's low numbers. It was time to Home and Alone Kramer's ass. We headed back into the third trap room.

"David, Ethan. I need you to prepare that machine." I gestured at the crucifix like machine used to torture "To give him a taste of his own medicine." I tossed them 72 perk points of fugue skill and 6 of int buffs, and they both got to work with their substantial engineering skills repairing it. It had his antimagical glyphs on it, so it would weaken Alien Kramer for a bit. The grinder and the water also had been antimagical, for all the good it had done them.

"Gonna trap him in his own trap. I like it." Said Tapp.

"So long as he stays fucking dead." Said Ethan.

I quickly bought a perk and opened my arms. "Hey Kramer. Delicious power here, ready to be eaten." I gestured for my companions to stay back.

All that saved me was the sound of a screw unfastening above me. It was quiet, but my enhanced senses let me hear it. Alien Kramer slammed down from a ceiling vent, mouth ready to rip into me, a second mouth ripping out from inside to spear me. I dodged his swipes, his aim just slightly off from the bad fall, and slammed a pipebomb I had crafted into his chest, hugging it close between us. With my fire powers, I triggered it.

Resistant inventor. Once a day, you can ignore the consequences of one of your own devices in terms of any negative impact on you. 12 points.

The explosion did nothing to me, reflected by my power. It blasted Kramer back, stunning him. I ran to him, and picked him up. He was heavy, but I was strong.

I quickly inspected him.

Alien Kramer. 980,000/1,000,000. Currently dazed. The perfect killing machine.

"I'll show you the perfect killing machine."

I hooked him into his own trap, tying his arms into the rapidly re-assembled machine. As he shook his head and awoke, I triggered the trap. His arms and legs started to twist and extend as his own trap sought to tear him apart, the runes he had crafted sapping away the impossible power of his alien body. The group opened up, guns slamming into him, chipping off small chunks of exoskeleton or digging a little way into flesh. It was doing damage, but slowly.

"Hold it." I said to everyone. We didn't have long before he recovered.

I went over to him, the antimagic knife in my hand, and rammed it into his chin. The blade slid into the human part of him, going deep and releasing a mess of blood. Thick chunks of exoskeleton fell off, and part of his tail cracked.

300,000 damage done. 650,000 hitpoints remaining.

Kramer awoke. With a single movement he tore his way out, and bounded up to the ceiling, vanishing from sight.

"Why did he run?" Asked Gordon. "He could just ram us. He's tough enough."

I shrugged. "I have level 1 of my antimagic skill. I'm sure there's some reason he doesn't just charge us, but I have no way of knowing. I'm not a Winchester. Maybe he's shy. We need to move."

Gordon kept on speaking. "What is that knife? The runes, what do they mean?"

I led the group back to the meat grinder room.

"They disrupt interdimensional energies. Kramer swallowed a ball of power bigger than his head. His biology is impossibly tough for this universe."

We carefully stepped over the crushed glass, back into the room where pigs would be dropped into a meat grinder to drown the now dead Hayden.

A voice from above spoke.

"If you're good at anticipating the human mind, it leaves nothing to chance. Jeff, Lynn I have your child. If you turn your gun on your companions they'll live. If you don't, they'll die. Make your choice." He was in the vents, somewhere. I needed to lure him out.

I leaned in towards Lynn and Jeff. "Start a fight, and get far away from the group. We have your kid, Adam tracked them." I gave them some of our tasers. "Use this on him when he gets close."

That was the fake plan at least. Aliens had advanced senses, I wouldn't be surprised if it could hear us, or sense electricity or something. Using my party chat, I made the real plan.

Jeff pointed his gun at me, stepping back. "You're a bad man. A bad man." C+ for acting.

Lynn was more enthused. "You betrayed us! You said you'd keep us safe. We need to do this!" They both stepped away from us, guns raised.

I saw a crack on the floor. Kramer was moving. From the floor, a grate slid away, placed well so that someone could sneak out and ambush part of our party which had fled. Cure darted forward, a canister of the flamethrower gas held between their mouth, and tossed it down, as Ethan tossed a motolov explosive down there. The ground ripped and exploded as Alien Kramer was forced out by the flames, his body all crispy, stunned and confused for a moment.

This was gonna feel strange. I bought my clearly Autumn influenced fire resistance perk.

Dancer in the flames. You love the feeling of heat on your skin. While you have no resistance to flames themselves, you can fluidly dance among them, letting others be consumed by the flames. Your step is more stable, and fire will have no impediment to your movement. 50 points.

Picking Alien Kramer up, I dragged him up to the grinder. The flames felt like a soft kiss on my skin, but I could see the heat on his body searing and burning my flesh, doing massive damage. I didn't get any debuffs though, which was good as Gamer's body was handling a lot right now.

With a grunt, I tossed him into the grinder. The metal teeth bit and stabbed into his flesh, but his inhuman toughness prevented them from getting far. I leapt onto him, and rammed the antimagic dagger into his chin.

300,000 damage done!

He jerked awake, and smashed his way through the grinder, down and away from the knife. My own impressive dexterity let me not fall, and I pulled back. He then, with a leap, ran onto the walls, and escaped into a vent. He looked much worse for the wear, with large chunks of flesh ripped out, and massive damage done to his form.

I ran back. "Hey guys, we need to go to the next-"

Adam interrupted me. "You look like a cooked chicken."

I grinned back. "It's just a flesh wound. I am still combat effective."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

I shook my head, and the movement made my stomach unsettle. I coughed up a chunk of blood, and gave him a thumbs up. "Feels great actually. Now come on."

I looked at my hitpoints. I had twenty left.

Gordon handed me a bottle of liquid. "A healing fluid. How it works still confuses me, but it does. Your body will be a great experiment on its limits." RE tech was great. I thanked him, poured some down over the worst of the wounds, chugged the rest, and headed backwards to the first room as my body regenerated.

We soon returned to the first room, where I had woken up. The ice room. With a machete that Ethan provided, I got to chopping and ripping out the water hoses one by one.

I looked back. "Thanks Ethan. We can go home soon."

"Looking forward to it."

I felt bad deceiving him, but now wasn't the time to expose that I wasn't actually his wife. I would portal him back as soon as this was over though.

I held a hose, and messaged everyone in the party.

"Use these. We need to catch him. He's taken a lot of damage from us. This is where we kill him."

As I was trying to work out a third way to draw him in, the wall exploded. Kramer rammed his way through it, and slashed a claw at me. I was slammed back, taking 500 damage from this single smack, sliding across the icy floor.

Gamer's body B compromised. Alien Parasite inserted. Chestbuster will emerge in 10… 9…

I could feel it inside me, growing impossibly fast as it consumed my flesh. My chest writhed.

Using my strength perks, I rammed my hand into my chest, tearing it open. It was too fast though, dodging my efforts as I tried to remove it.

I burnt another 500 perk points upgrading my Gamer's Body to rank A. This creature was beyond any mortal power, a supreme alien creature that would rip through anything, but even it was stilled for a moment. I could feel my perk was about to fracture though under it's strength.

A moment was enough. With a single smooth movement I yanked it out, the small black creature writhing and twisting and trying to escape. I crushed it, and tossed it to the floor.

I looked up. Alien Kramer was covered in a layer of ice. He'd managed to smash and break most of the guns, focusing on them, but he wasn't doing as well as I'd have thought. Whenever he tried to lunge at someone to stab them, the ice would prove unsteady under his feet. As fast as he was, this icy room was too much for him to overcome with his luck, and he was slowing down more and more as icey water started to coat his body.

I slid across the ice, graceful and smooth, and dodged a clumsy strike from him.

"You didn't play your cards right." I slammed my fist into his arm, the limb cracking under the frozen ice.

"You're all alone. No allies, no friends. Due to die." I dodged a tail sweep from him, and grabbed it, stomping the tail off.

He twisted, seeking to get away, faster than me and agile enough to handle ice with their alien physiology despite the ice, when Ethan ran into him with a sledge hammer, smashing their leg out from under them. I got over them, and stabbed the dagger into their exposed face again. I lifted it up to stab again.

All of the remaining alien flesh melted away. Below me was an alive Kramer, in good health and well. He had emerged from the chrysalis of the alien body and been reborn. If I hadn't been on top of him, he might be in a great position.

I went to stab the knife down again. He twisted, his movements faster and more agile than before, the knife stabbing down onto the ice. The big bloody hole in my chest didn't help. He twisted, and I started to fall away, when Tapp came in and smashed a fist into the side of Kramer's face. "That's for abducting me twice." He punched him again. "And for being a psychopath." Kramer drew a knife from somewhere, and dodged the next punch, going in to stab Tapp.

Laura rammed one of my spears into his side, pinning him down. "I was never meant to be in there! You know how many nightmares I had since then? This is all your fault. Hurting people doesn't make them stronger."

He twisted as she spoke, pulling his body off the spear. He twisted around my punch, knocked Tapp's fist away, and grabbed my antimagic knife from me.

Adam rammed my taser into him. Paralyzing electricity pulsed through his body, and he dropped the knife. Adam spoke to him, anger clear on his face.

"You never meant me to escape. I was meant as a lesson for Gordon. Guess what. You're gonna die, and I didn't learn to cherish anything."

With him pinned down, I rammed my fists into his face repeatedly. I wasn't gonna let him live. He struggled, fought, and tried to escape, but with all of us there, he couldn't get away.

He lay back, laughing, coughing blood, and spoke.

"Congratulations, you are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive... But not you, not anymore."

"Ten spears go to battle," he said, "and nine shatter. Did the trap forge the one that remained? No, Kramer. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break." I said.

"You think it's over just because I am dying, but the games have just begun."

"Bring it." With a twist of my knife, I slashed his throat. As he died, he tried to look calm, like he had planned it all, but I caught just a hint of something. Fear that someone would destroy his legacy.

I intended to.

Quest completed! You have put John Kramer in a trap even he cannot escape, death. 1000 perk points. New title awarded. Kramer Murderer.

Game over. I had won.

Alien could have totally been defeated if people worked together, but they don't. This group held together better. This was inspired by that Batman game where you fight Mr Freeze and need to ambush him in a different way each time.

Poundweed. Thanks, I am glad to see appreciation. He has his title now, which will grant him cool buffs, he has the knife, and he is ready for the next world.

Random guest. Kramer was meant to die, yeah. I don't get to write most horror verses cause of time though, so it was fun to have a bit of alien.

Greenmatsui. Pennywise was the one who teleported Kramer. All of Kramer's supernatural mojo he got from other people. He doesn't have any wizard powers himself.

Next time, unless the votes change, we're off to Freddy vs Krueger. Plus some downtime with the guys.