I pulled out a phone and pushed it to my ear. "It's me." I said. The person on the other end paused, breathing into the phone. "What went wrong?" I rubbed Cure's neck, and looked at the photo of Diana Gordon. A little red haired girl with a sharp chin and a sharp mind. The future. Due to be mutated into a monster.

"Code Alpha Kappa." I said. Alpha for Apocalypse, Kappa for children. I heard his breathing get faster. He should be outside right now, ready to bust in. No chance of that now. "Go now." I said. "It's not yet too late."

He hung up. I was alone now, except for Cure. I hugged them. They whined back to me. I coughed, and held my hand to my mouth. Blood. I was losing the fight against the Red Marker. My inner slaughterhouse just wasn't strong enough. I sighed, stood up, and flexed my new body. Time to clean house. If I could kill the source I could stop the infection.

1 minutes to mental collapse.

The door smashed open and Ivan Landsness walked in, his head falling off, tendrils dripping from his neck, and his skin green and mutated. I turned, quickly pulling out a shotgun and blasting at him. He charged, and I felt myself fly backwards from his blow, his strength inhuman. I felt my shirt burning, and touched the coin within.

500 damage done! Negated by anti damage coin.

My luck wasn't going to last. The 20% wouldn't trigger next time. I needed someone better than me, stronger than me.

I took Mia's form, gaining long hair and pale skin. The flood leered at me, and I gained a moment of freedom. I summoned Ethan, Mia's partner from Resident Evil that I had not returned. He emerged with a chainsaw, dodged an attack that was almost too fast for me to see, and started to rip the flood form in two as he drew a shotgun with his second hand, blasting at Ivan.

I drew my knife, and charged forward, stabbing the Flood in the side. "Time to die." The antimagic blade sliced into the flood form, and it deflated like a balloon, all the superscience animating it being drained by the blade.

Ivan grabbed me, even as his body broke apart. "We are coming for you. For all of you. You will be a part of us." I struggled against him, pulling free as his body broke apart.

500 perk points awarded! You have been infected by the flood. 3 minutes till mental collapse.

In my inner world a massive ship appeared. It was shaped like a blade, with a thick middle. A covenant Ket class battleship. The surface was covered in biological matter, and dropped flood forms into my inner world, which immediately started attacking the necromorphs. My own guardians hid away from the war as both sides sought to annihilate each other. Just as planned.

"Thanks Ethan!" I said, my voice cheery. He looked at me with love and affection, and a little tiredness. "You really need to bring me out in nicer places. First a killer clown, then a meatpacking- we're still in the meatpacking plant, aren't we?"

I grinned, and shrugged. "We're actually backwards in time from that. That fire god lady who was animating Kramer broke the timeline." I held a hand out. "Ready to kill her again?" He laughed, and took my hand. "I was born ready."

I summoned a truck, with steel plates welded to the sides and spikes to the front. I had a lot of time outside. I was a bit like batman. Send superman at me, I get splattered like Batman's parents in a dark Gotham night. Give me prep time, and you're dead.

I went to get in the driving seat-

Mia looked out at the night with anger and rage. Her husband had been taken from her by that body snatcher. Macgyver. He'd stolen her future. She sensed him. She lashed out with a tendril of hate.

Temporal resistance skill gained. You are learning to adapt to broken timelines, and are more resistant to paradoxes and fractured worlds.

I blinked, and looked at Ethan in the other seat. "You take over. I've got a zombie in my head sending me visions."

Ethan shook his head. "I know that feeling."

I climbed over him, and we switched, him taking the wheel.

"You good on perks? I've got a load of points now, I can transfer some."

"I've got one to apply my crafting skill to trucks. It lets me do rapid repairs and modifications. 500 perk points and some change. You got enough for that?" I sighed. Easy come, easy go. I tapped my mark to his, and transferred the points.

I felt the truck get more solid, more gameified around us. He took the wheel, and we smashed out through the entrance. I pulled out the minimap and saw a bad name.

"Straight ahead- John Kramer." I pulled out my typewriter, and quickly wrote a story.

"John Kramer was hit by a truck and pinned long enough to die." I barely had time to finish my gripping story when a massive xenomorph bounded around the corner, glowing with sigils. The truck smashed into it, the blade pinning him against the wall like the meat all around us. I swung around the door, quickly buying a perk up to full.

Faith is my bastion C. Your personal faith in yourself can be used as an antimagic ward, disrupting magic and superscience.

I burned through my horror stock at a rapid pace, stabbing him repeatedly. No biological material could logically be stronger than steel. Even diamonds couldn't stand up to a steel blade. I ripped and slashed, and tore him open as he lay dazed by being hit by a truck. A forklift had disabled another alien, he was no match for this.

500 perk points gained!

Soon his pasty ass was back, bleeding in front of me. "Wait." He said. "I was forced into this by her. I need to keep going. I can help."

"No, just no." I slit his throat, and hopped back in the car, closing my eyes as visions of alternate futures and pasts with Kramer hit my, my temporal resistance skill ticking up. Two apocalypses down. Next was the pyramid. I gestured to Ethan. "That a way. My minimap is guiding me."

He looked at me. "You get a minimap? Lucky. I need to look at my actual map."

I swished my hair. "Chad minimap vs virgin in game map." He looked at me strangely.

"Sorry." I said. "I've been infected by memeculture." He shook his head.

"You really need to let me out more."

We drove on, the truck artificially enlarging the corridor and scraping against the walls. Anyone here would know what was up.

A zombie in tactical gear lunged out from a side corridor, trying to climb in. I blasted it with a pistol, knocking it away. That was the signal. Numerous zombies, corpses of german nazis with flesh dripping and brains out and exposed emerged from each corridor, hungry for our flesh. They tried everything they could to stop us, diving under wheels, pushing into the doors. We drove them off with shotgun and fist.

One managed to get on the bumper, and started ramming his fist against the glass. I fired at him, but this was a tougher variant.

Level 9 dark aether zombie. 700/950 health. Here to kill you.

Its eyes glowed, and it spoke. "Spät kommt ihr, doch ihr kommt" Ethan blasted it in the face with his shotgun, one hand on the wheel, speaking casually. "I don't speak nazi." The zombie punched through the glass and grabbed the wheel, twisting it to the side. We slammed against the concrete wall, grinding zombies to bloody messes and shaking about.

I grabbed the zombie, and pushed my infection into him, taking over. I felt an alien presence, a cold mind, fought with it for control of the zombie.

Mental murder failing. Plague doctor failing.

The whispers of the red marker got louder as my attention was split. The moon in my head disgorged more bodies to attack me, and a massive black pyramid appeared floating over my mind.

It saw the moon, and saw a greater threat. A laser of red pulsed out, ripping a bloody hole in the moon above my soul. The moon lashed out with a tendril the size of a skyscraper, smashing into the pyramid. It fought back, zombies crawling onto it. The converted covenant battleship opened fire on both structures as it flew around my soul, seeking to bring all into the gravemind.

None of the three sides could focus on me now. Their pressure on my soul decreased, as any effort by any of the three sides to attack me would invite counterattack from the other two sides.

2 minutes till mental collapse.

I was basically invincible.

Ethan smashed through a wall, driving straight up to the pyramid. As dust flew everywhere, something lunged down from the ceiling. A woman. A wendigo. She bared her teeth, and ripped into my shoulder.

100 hitpoints lost! Wendigo infection-

A horrific monster appeared inside my soul. A black, twisted thing, a spirit of hunger. A flood combat form leapt on it and ate it.

Wendigo infection failed. 1 minutes till mental collapse.

I slit her throat, and got another easy 500 perk points, and an upgrade from drug fueled strength to wendigo fueled strength, and tossed her out of the broken front windscreen. We smashed through the dust and the black pyramid in my soul was there in reality as well. A group of zombies were trying to carry it away on their shoulders.

Then the truck rammed into the pyramid. The zombies splattered, and the pyramid slid harmlessly across the floor, smashing through the wall into the outside. That wasn't good.

I dived out of the truck, and touched the pyramid, drawing it into my inventory before it started the end.

500 perk points gained.

Three to go. I was sure putting an evil pyramid into my soul would have no negative consequences.

I climbed back into the truck, and we drove off.

"How is your inventory that big?" Asked Ethan, pushing the more battered truck through a wall.

"It scales exponentially."

"I want something like that."

As we finished pushing through the wall, a red ball of flesh tried to slip through to the exit. A quick stab of a knife, and the cacodemon was dead.

500 perk points gained. Zombie spit upgraded to Demonic zombie spit.

"This is pretty easy. Just the Michigan reporter and the necromorph left." I said. I immediately regretted it, as I felt my luck start to plummet.

A metal pole stabbed out through the wall in front of us. My head smashed into the front of the truck as we rapidly came to a halt, blood dripping from my nose. I swiped away the notification that Gamer's Body stopped the debuff, and I saw myself.

My old form had been twisted. Two spears of flesh stabbed out through my shoulders, blades to cut and dice. On their necklace hung a pendant of a little police box. A tardis.

Tardis. Eternal artifact. Twisted into a stable paradox, this item could otherwise be used to travel through time freely.

A half dozen necromorphs stood behind them.

"Time to die. You brought friends. Don't worry. I did too." He pulled out " My other self said. I pulled out my plasma cutter. He pulled out a very alive Ethan, and stabbed a tendril into him. Ethan v2 rapidly shifted into a necromorph form as well.

I fired the plasma cutter at the steel pole blocking our way. It sliced through it, melting the metal. A few seconds later, my Ethan finished repairing the engine, and we drove forward.

Two of the necromorphs were smashed by the truck, and the other four managed to cling onto the sides. The lesser ones began ripping apart the metal, trying to tear the truck apart, as my other version leapt at me.

I upped my strength 30 points as I grabbed his arms. I couldn't do this for long, not without the class, but for a moment I overpowered my necromorph self. He tried to use speed and skill to escape, but I was a much better fighter than him by now. I slammed him down on the hood, my wendigo enhanced strength cracking bones, and spat at his face with my new enhanced zombie spit, melting his face.

"You're in my fortress now, bitch."

The airbag under my other self exploded out, sending blood flying everywhere as explosive and shrapnel I had replaced the airbag with rammed out, doing so of its own free will.

Restock. What is mine is yours. Your fortress and any traps within gain a limited degree of sentience and life, and will slowly self repair from any damage, and gain increased stats.

"I had prep time, unlike you." I went to stab him with my knife. He blocked it. I saw under his flesh he had the combat armour I had refused. His flesh quickly knit and he pushed back. "I just need to outlast you. I'll be better than you." He said. "I won't pussy around. A whole host of worlds to feed on. And guess what. I have more flesh outside. Soon "

Ethan wasn't doing well. The necromorphs were getting closer. I was running out of enhanced strength. Diana needed my help. My minions couldn't handle three invasions. I needed to end this.

I focused all of my antimagic against the corrupted tardis. It didn't want to maintain a paradox, or it would have easily resisted me, but someone had stolen one forced to make a paradox engine. I then poured all of my remaining fear energy into my elbow, and smashed the tardis.

The world shook as time fractured around us. With a powerful rip, I tore my other self's head off, and rammed the knife into his heart, killing my past self.

I felt a stabbing rip in my own heart, and everything went white.

The end of Saw IV. Part of the purpose of this was to show how much stronger he is than at the start, and part was to prep for sudden death rounds. Chapter was a bit delayed because I am going on holiday, but I'll do the first chapter of sudden death on Wednesday.

Hyperionthetitans. This is a rough estimate of power, tier by tier.

Apprentice. A year or two of experience, you're basically functional at the task.

Advanced apprentice. Pretty skilled, you've passed high school education level ability and you're able to handle minor deviations.

Journeyman. College educated/ experienced professional, you can handle most unusual situations and do tasks pretty quickly.

Master. You can do tasks unusually well and quickly, and handle unusual variations and novel situations.

Grandmaster. The peak of mortal talent in the world, you have a full mortal understanding of your skill and can touch on the true nature of the skill. No person can match you.

Transcendental. You've pushed past mortal limitations, and can tap into the spirit of your idea. Only a group could stop you.

Demigod. Your ability utterly violates what is physically possible, and this ability on its own can handle most lesser concerns. Only a small army could stop you.

God. You've broken the bounds of mortality, and your actions with the skill have far reaching consequences on a community.

Elder god. You've broken through the boundaries of the supernatural, and can utterly devastate anyone of lesser status. Nations fear you.

Primordial. You are a threat to worlds, and only a large group of major supernatural entities can stop you.

Above epic is possible. Mythical. Sovereign. Divine. Chaos. Eternal are the ranks above epic. The tardis, being a world threatening superscience device, is the only eternal rank item we have seen.

Thanks Dice King.

Next Wednesday, into the horrorverse.