MercurialCurse's TG Transformation Stories

  The first thing Steve Rogers sensed as he woke up was a biting cold pressing against his back, immediately followed by him noticing just how heavy and sore his eyes felt  - in fact his whole head seemed to ache, the dull pulsing kind that you get if you sleep for too long… and although he was quite the expert in that, he didn’t recall having a headache then... or having any since. Was this some sort of side effect from the time-travelling too frequently? He remained calm, however, assuring that Pym, Scott and Tony would have made sure that any drawbacks to doing so wouldn’t be too severe and that he’d recover soon. He could hear people muttering nearby, and wondered just where he was. He hated having to return the Reality Stone back into Jane Foster’s body as it evidently pained her as she slept, but he took comfort in the knowledge  that the Asgardians would be able to help her. He’d handed the Time Stone back to the Ancient One, although he noticed...

Although it was now 2019 and everyone around the world was looking forward to what the new year would bring, it didn't mean that everything from 2018 was just suddenly forgotten, and one such thing was Bethseda's management of Fallout 76: What was supposed to be the first multiplayer Fallout game quickly turned out to be a buggy spaghetti coded mess of a game that was made in the same outdated engine Bethseda had been using since Skyrim. What made matters worse was that the actual in game map was rather empty in terms of NPCs, and what was usually the best part of Fallout, the dialogue, wasn't even prevalent due to the multiplayer nature of the game, meaning that there weren't as many NPCs and therefore made the world feel very, very empty. And it didn't even stop there, as a week or so after its release Bethseda accidentally leaked all of their buyers personal information in a email response to those who had issues with their pre-orders gifts, meaning that any...

" Call down the reckoning! To bring back hope and peace! Restore our gloria, to live forever! Bring down the dark regime, I know how to unleash eternal power! Lead us to order! I am the Lightbringerrrrrrrrr !" As the final word growled out of Karthus's maw, he cast his bony arms out and the jam-packed crowd suddenly roared to life with a storm of cheers and applause. A triumphant grin stretched across his thin, deathly pale face as he gleefully basked in the all glory and the warmth of the stagelight beaming down upon him for a couple seconds. Yanking his microphone off of its stand, the undead vocalist began to swiftly slide up and down the stage as he waited for the cheers and whoops to die down, the ends of his leathery robes fluttering from the sheer energy that had been steadily brewing up for the past 30 minutes. "So," ...