"So you up to anything tonight?" Samir asked as he and Dylan left work.
"Going to talk with some friends online about our guild," he answered.
"I never pegged you as the hardcore gamer type," Samir said.
"What can I say? Something about a VR superhero world speaks to me."
Understanding crossed Samir's face, "Ohh, I getcha. You always were a superhero nut, Dylan. That means you're getting the Zony console, right?"
"The new Gamestation 6S+ Ultra? Maybe. I'm going to wait a bit after it releases to see if Arachnaman goes to PC."
Samir nodded as he reached his car. Dylan unlocked the one next to it and tossed his light jacket in. The days were starting to get colder, but not enough to keep his car from overheating in the sun. Samir followed suit, tossing his lunchbox in with his jacket.
"Probably a good idea. No need to spend money you don't have. Anyways, if you do get a Gamestation, let me know. Maybe we can do some Call to Action sometime after work."
Dylan waved a hand, "Sure, have a good day, man."
Samir waved back, "Bye, Dylan."
Samir's car peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching as his new car put through the wringer that was Samir's reckless driving. Dylan shook his head. That man was going to crash that car into a ditch someday. He got into his own vehicle and safely pulled out onto the street.
On the way home, Dylan thought a bit more about the patch notes he'd read. He hadn't gotten through everything; work had picked up again later on. A few of the drafts needed small tweaks. It was slow, tedious work, and it didn't help that Dylan's mind kept wandering towards World of Supers as the day ended. He had barely finished his task when Dextra messaged everyone to meet.
Dylan arrived home at his usual time, just before dinnertime. Thanks to the changing seasons, the sun had dipped close to the horizon, bathing his car in orange light. Dylan parked it on the street next to his place and walked inside. He tossed his coat and keys onto the couch and walked into his kitchen to prepare something.
Not wanting to make anything, Dylan grabbed another of his frozen pizzas and tossed it into the oven. While he waited, he pulled up the patch notes on his phone, scrolling down to look for any other changes he'd missed. He skipped over the faction mechanics, having read them already, and went straight to the powers.
Sure enough, Mad Science listed a few changes. Changes that Dylan didn't like all that much.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m
Mad Science is one of the more interesting crafting powers. Unlike gadgeteer or generic inventor powers, Mad Science allows one to know exactly what they want. At first, we believed this wouldn't be an issue, as the ability required specific materials to create their contraptions. However, with the delivery system, players were quickly able to acquire whatever it was they needed without issue. If you combine that with the almost infinite amount of inventions a Mad Scientist could create, players had access to a power that grew in strength at a highly disproportionate rate. To remedy this, we're changing the base mechanics of Mad Science.
Matt-att lined up his next shot right where his friend spawned and let loose a hail of gunfire. Ixzay spawned just as the bullets arrived, and the man's character went down again.
"Damn spawn points," he grumbled.
"Maybe next time," Matt taunted.
The two friends were playing a round of SBA2 before Matt started his stream. Zach, or Ixzay, had agreed to help Matt create his guild, and the two had spent the last few weeks discussing their plans. Matt wanted the group to be exclusively for hunting Dr. Zlo, but Zach pulled him away from the idea. Instead, the new guild would direct itself against any who trolled new players in World of Supers. Matt had to admit; the plan was better for his stream.
Matt knew he wasn't the nicest of people when it came to gaming, but he at least knew when to quit being a dick. And as someone who played games for a living, Matt knew just how bad games like World of Supers could get. Heck, he knew firsthand what it was like, considering his rampage against Dr. Zlo.
Hilariously enough, Matt's depiction of the player had been entirely wrong, and he wondered how he hadn't seen that. Dr. Zlo was still a troll, but the kind that players loved to see in video games. The shit he pulled off left people in wonderment, instead of seething anger. Like that mothership heist, when Matt watched that video, he realized how ridiculous he had been. This man was straight up playing the old cartoon villain, and he completely missed it.
Oh well, now that he knew, Matt could use it to his advantage. His new guild would fight against Dr. Zlo at some point, making for good TV.
"So, you excited for the patch changes?" Ixzay asked, blowing a hole through the wall to Matt's left and killing his character.
"Yeah, the base building and faction mechanics will help us a ton. I'm thinking we rush out to the wilderness as soon as we can and buy up land for a base."
"You don't want to be in a city?"
"Nah, our whole schtick is helping everyone. Better to have a building away from the city. That way, when players start coming after us, we have a defensible position."
"Yeah, alright. You ready to get started?"
"Hell yeah. Let's go announce the Trollstompers to the world."