Fall From Humanity

Here it is. The dark past of the Multiverser. Refer to this page whenever I explain who and what I am to my associates. Enjoy.

My name was Duncan Williams once…

I used to be a normal guy. I studied, I worked, and I screwed around. I was the guy that you see who avoids people. Who tries to look like he isn't there. I was never one to be good at talking.

I was a massive geek. I played video games for hours. Watched movies all the time. Raged about good comics going downhill thanks to Dan Slott. (Superior Spider-Man Sucks. Period.) And dreamed of what it would be like to do something incredible, ever since I was a child.

But I never worked to make it happen. I'd just imagine and expect it to happen. When I got older, that dreamed mellowed out, but was still in the back of my mind. I was a little more tame and quiet. I started looking to improve my art skills to make video games.

One day, I was letting my imagination wander. What if… what if the Multiverse existed? What if you could travel between worlds? What if you could be in them all?

What if you could shape it to your will if you got there?

Not long after those thoughts, I died. A freak lightning strike. I watched as my family rushed to my side, calling the paramedics while I felt the life ebb away. They wouldn't get there in time, I knew it. I think they did too.

What was strange was what was happening to my body. It was slowly disintegrating. As the ambulance arrived, I was already dust. Flowing in the wind. And heard my family cry.

I was brought before the Multiverse itself. It was a living being. And it told me how 'Multiversers' were real. I was the first to discover their existence in a long time. That was reason enough for me to become one of them.

For centuries, I studied and trained to understand my newfound power. I had nothing else.

When I finally learned all I could, I wandered the Multiverse. My duty to keep existence safe was not needed right now. There was no great threat destroying the balance of all things. Only the Multiversers could do so, and not upset all realities. We were an experiment to test one's character.

'All men can stand adversity. If you want to test a man's character… give him power.'

I created new versions of myself and implanted them all around. I grew in strength. But…

But despite how they could get on my nerves sometimes, I missed my family.

I begged my master for years. I wanted to see them. To know they were okay. That my death hadn't destroyed them.

It conceded. I was allowed one extra life, to implant and watch my family. But I could never talk to them. The 'non-scripted' realities weren't ready to know about us. Only a few ever became Multiversers for a reason.

So I watched them. My lives continued to go on, unabated. But every time I looked at them, I thought of the life I could no longer have. This extra life of mine grew a new appreciation for Humanity, while the others slowly lost their own. This was bad.

A human can be a fragile thing.

I can die, you know. I can choose to let myself die, like a jellyfish. Just make myself start to age when I so choose. Either in one life, or all of them. But it was just this one that needed that.

This me blocked the rest from his mind. He couldn't take it anymore. I was freaking out. This life didn't want the others to see whatever it was about to do.

I made another one to quickly check on it. Eventually, I found him.

It was too late.

It was at this cliff, can't remember where. Someplace quiet, were no one would ever find him. I say him now. He wasn't part of me anymore. He was a new person entirely. He was the humanity I gave up. And he didn't want to be a Demi-God anymore.

So he killed himself, despairing at what I'd let myself become, at what he couldn't be anymore.

I buried him there, on that cliff. He deserved to rest here, in our home.

The weapons were different. Changed. They weren't mine. They were his.

I hid them at the edge of eternity, where no one would ever find them.

And so I couldn't allow for this weakness. I still had feelings. Hopes. The memories of Duncan Williams and all that he was. I was still him.

And at the same time, I'm not.

I have an appreciation for Humanity. The good things that outshine all the bad. So did Duncan. And I hated the rest of it. But I didn't let that hate define me.

So I wander. Alone. Trying to emulate Duncan Williams.

All that he was.

All that he could have been.

All that he would have been.

All that time, wishing I was still him. Still Human.

But I wasn't.

I was a new Duncan. A Multiverser.

So I just focused on that.

And tried to do the best that I could, teaching the worlds he so adored to be even better. To improve what didn't need improving.

And all without the sense of mortality holding me back.

But I still wish I could remember what it felt like…

To be the real Duncan Williams.

Like my now deceased life had.

There it is. Rather dark, I'd say. Hope none of you compare me some cliché sob story most men hate. That would make me angry.

Tell me what you think, and have a good life.