92 – A late night Confrontation
Within a few hours, dozens of Guilds had cropped up, so dedicated to specific gas, such as Kyle's The Lone Wanderers or a guild nad 'Dragonslayers' for the Elder Scrolls. The largest guild, by far, was called 'The Free,' and it had an astounding 76 mbers. At the current mont, clans are limited to a maximum of 100 users. I had plans for future events where it would be a sort of 'Raid Dungeon' or 'Siege' that would allow two guilds of 100 mbers to battle it out, but would also be smaller events, such as tournants, crafting competitions, or challenges.
I did not know what I would use for rewards yet, but I knew it would be incredibly competitive once the first tournant ca around in a few weeks. Even then, I have not yet decided what I wanted the tournant's paraters to be. A full-power duel? That would be relatively unfair to the normal people of my store; if soone like Superman entered the competition, he'd be unbeatable. Perhaps a duel between their set characters and the characters' builds, such as Kyle's Fallout 2 character and Harley's Skyrim character.
Regardless of what I choose, I'd also have to decide if there would be an entrance fee or sothing similar. I assud a few thousand would likely participate in the tournant, especially since I planned to open another four or five more entrances.
Speaking of the entrances, so of the Wakandans set up a barrier around their entrance as multiple custors had noticed the new entrance and began asking about it, even trying to go through that entrance, only to be repelled back into the store. I shrugged, knowing that it was inevitable with the xenophobic nature of the Wakandans. Despite the barrier in place, I could still see the many defensive installations they constructed at the entrance to protect themselves and, more than likely, keep everything inside.
I did not fault them; after all, I did kick their mascot's ass; sorry, I should have said 'King,' though it could also very well be the Prince. If I could hazard, I guess, I bet they were looking into my store and what it stands for; they were too...advanced for them, not too. Hell, one of their royal mbers, the sister, was known to browse the world wide web and keep track of worldwide events, and with the rising popularity of my store, I had no doubt that they'd learn about it soon.
It makes wonder what would happen if Wakanda played so of the VR Gas. Would their Xenophobia worsen, making them even more isolationist and xenophobic? Would they attempt to reverse engineer so of the technology from the gas, such as Ark Survival Evolved or Fallout? Wakanda was already the strongest nation on Earth due to its copious amounts of Vibranium and advanced technology, but what if they got their hands on sothing like Elent from ARK? Sure, Vibranium could be compared to Elent, if not superior, but having another way to advance their technology may bring forth new ideas and creations.
For example, in Ark Survival Evolved, the humans of Earth managed to create teleportation, energy-matter conversion, and so much more. Thought that was if the arrogant isolationists actually looked towards other avenues of advancent, instead of being stuck on only Vibranium as they currently were.
Snapped from my thoughts, I noticed a creepy pervert stalking my custors in the corner of the store, hiding in the only dark spot in the entire store.
Walking up to the figure with one of my clones, I asked, "If you are not here to buy, I will need to ask you to leave."
The figure's eyes beneath the cowl instantly snapped to my clone's form as he stared in silence, making it rather awkward.
"Is that a 'Yes, I will buy sothing' or a 'No, I would rather be kicked out of the store?'" I asked after a few monts of silence.
The figure glared nacingly, not that the human fazed before .
Finally, Batman stepped out from the corner and began walking towards the main desk where my original body stood.
The stalker was lucky that it was so late in the night. Not many people were currently here playing gas, but there were still quite a few, as flashes of light took pictures of the 'mythical' figure of Gotham walking through the store.
Batman soon ca upon my original body, his glare not leaving my form even the slightest. You had to give Bats so props; for a human, he sure is intimidating, even managing to outsmart and threaten a literal God in a different universe and entities much more powerful than him in countless others. Still, so long as he doesn't beco the Batman who laughs, I'll be happy with whatever version stands before .
"What can I do for you?" I asked, straight to the point.
"You need to stop," Bats replied instantly.
"Stop what?" I asked, wondering what he ant.
"Stop this, all of it. You are causing chaos. Vigilantism is on the rise. Those guns you are selling to everyone are flooding the streets, and already seven murders have the guns from your store linked to the cri," Batman stated, not breaking his glare or rough tone.
"Ah," I said in realization. He didn't like the fact that I was selling a gun for karma or cash, which would indeed give criminals and normal citizens a way to obtain firearms without a trail leading back to them. However, that wouldn't be foolproof, as I rembered every purchase and face that had entered my store.
Hmm, now that I realized it, I was essentially breaking quite a few US laws. As for one, I did not pay taxes of any sort, and I sold unlicensed firearms to just about anyone for cash or karma. I have caused quite a bit of PTSD in many of the people who have visited my store and so much more.
It makes wonder how high my sentence would be if I were to be arrested or allow myself to be, that is.
"And did you really expect to shut down and close my store if you asked?" I asked Bats.
He glared in response, so I continued.
"Listen, Bats. I am not changing the way I run my store. Do you have a problem with the goods I sell? Too bad, don't bla the goods. Bla the buyer. If soone buys a pencil and then goes and stabs sobody with it, do you bla the factory that made the pencil?" I began, only to be interrupted.
"These are guns," he emphasized, "They should not be sold for so cheap and to so many without so way to keep track of those who purchased them."
"Have a problem with it? Find a solution. You know that they are coming here, and I know you have a couple dozen caras outside the store. I know you have been monitoring everyone who has bought so rather specific things from my store," I ntioned, knowing he was stalking so of my custors already, notably the more dangerous of my custors.
"And the others?" He asked.
"Others? Do you an the other weapons I sell? If you actually ca into my store as much as the older gentleman that has a na that starts with 'A,' you'd know that most of those weapons can only be purchased from the Credit Store, which rotates every month, sotis there are no weapons, sotis there are very specific ones, regardless, I will continue to sell if anyone buys," I stated, watching with amusent as his face only slightly twitched at the ntion of his butler.
"If you have any doubts or questions, take them to your friend. He, of all people, should be able to tell you why this is futile," I scoffed, leaning back with my main body only to freeze when I noticed yet another figure appear in the corner, said figure being a man of African ascent in a strange robe. This man, I recognized as one T'Challa of Wakanda, the Prince, and if not already, the future Black Panther.
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