Victor Graves, Commander, Human; Sinister Hi-Tech All-Female Tactical Military; DC Universe Warzone Variant

****. It was something that came for everyone, but you never really thought about it coming for you. And then, one day, just like that, it did. One day you were driving in your car, none the worse for wear. And the next, someone ran a red light, and smashed straight into the driver's side.

Maybe they were drunk. Maybe they were high. Maybe they were just distracted, stupid, or in a rush, who cared!? In the end, it didn't really matter. You were still dead. And... what a waste. What a WASTE!!! Your whole life, severed, just like that, and for WHAT!?!? An idiot's fun time rush to end it all!? ... You never- you never got to do anything. Anything of meaning, or greatness, or true worth. What legacy did you leave behind, what glories to your name? Nothing! Playing by the rules all your life for some idiot to come in and screw everything up at the last moment. It was insulting. Insulting beyond words. To be so reduced, and have your whole life cut short, before you could establish a legacy. Perhaps even entrench your name amongst the greats.

But even as your final thoughts filled your mind with bitter disapproval, something happened. Something you couldn't have expected, and certainly hadn't planned for. Neither an uplifting to Heaven nor a descent to Hell, no. Instead, a void, an expanse of nothingness. Occupied by a game menu. A game menu offering choices to create a new body, for a new life. Your 'Avatar' to lead an army in a new world of your own choosing. An army you would be creating, like an old-time RTS game, with more than a few hints of an RPG along with it as well. A strange kind of Isekai. It was practically surreal. Even unbelievable.

However as you stared at the screens in front of you, jaunty green text on a clear background, you couldn't help but admit to the truth. This was not some hallucination, or half-mad dream. This was real. Real power, real opportunity for strength, conquest, control, and dominion. To have an army, a loyal army, in a world, ripe for the taking. Greatness. Like Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Alexander the Great, and other great names of history. Conquerors and generals all, regardless of morality. In the end, nobody cared whether they were good people or not. Only that they had came and conquered. And so to would you.

With that thought, that drive, you began to put yourself together. Quite literally. You began to create his Avatar, a handsome male in the prime of his life. Early twenties to be specific. Pale skin, black hair, and green eyes. Clean shaven. Your avatar was human, but genetically modified, with a much longer life-span. You felt that was the least of what you were owed for dying from a damn car crash. Though to be fair, considering you were about to enter a life of ****, you probably wouldn't get to the end of that new life span. But at least then, that **** would be meaningful, in a battle for dominion. Not random or pointless.

Choosing the traits and skills was... difficult. There were five selections for each, no more. The skills were a general overview, that would allow for multiple sub-sections to be upgraded. They each seemed highly receptive to actually performing the actions related to the skills, and thus any sub-skill could be upgraded relatively quickly, that seemed to give both specific, and general, bonuses as they rose. Apparently you could learn skills not related to what you'd selected, but at a much slower rate, and without special bonuses.

Meanwhile the Traits were simpler, though perhaps stranger. They were more like unique abilities or powers, each starting at "Tier 1" of 10.

It was made abundantly clear that the game expected you to level up and progress your abilities and skills. What happened when you finally hit max? You had no idea. But that was probably a long way off.

For your skills, you'd chosen Personal Combat, Strategy, Science, Engineering, and Dominance. Each of these had numerous sub-branches to put his skill points into over time, but for the moment, you tried to keep a general aptitude in each.

As for Traits, you'd tried to play up his genetic alteration superhuman angle. Making himself Regeneration, Psionic, Genius, Superhuman Durability, and Ultra-Reflexes.

None top tier of course, all firmly at "Level 1". But even that was a big jump over an average person, certainly enough for you to start out with. Though you definitely wanted more... but, you were just starting out. All of it could, and would, be improved with leveling and gaining of experience and abilities, according to the game screens. You'd need to make sure to do that as much, and often, as you could. Grow in power. Grow in strength.

As for equipment, well, you'd started out with, surprisingly little. You had essentially a matte black combat uniform with a dark grey bullet-proof vest over the chest, black combat boots, black leather gloves, and a pair of high-powered handguns. It was sparse... hopefully you'd get a lot more opportunities to gain equipment soon enough.

But then, the big query. Your army. The screen for that was... actually pretty small. But it explained that the initial stages, being now, were just to establish the most basic of units, the main grunts you would being with. Further units were to be established, made, customized, and designed, as the campaign progressed. Mostly, this was to design the theme, the direction, your army would go. You would start small... but it promised, that progress would be rapid, and easily made. The army would grow bigger, units would be upgraded and more varied, and he would actually be able to acquire multiple new units in the 'Tutorial' mission.

Understanding that, you went for the basics. Tactical combat soldiers. All-female, because what the fuck was the point of having an army practically handed to you that you didn't want to also fuck? And of course, devoted and loyal in their entirety. They were better armed than you, the basic foot-soldiers. Combat vest, helmet and armor, with a gas-mask with night-vision goggles attached, goggles that, when seen through other night vision, appeared to emit green light. They were armed with their tactical gear, a combat knife, a hand-gun sidearm, some grenades and flashbangs, and submachine guns with scopes, similar in appearance to the MP5. Interestingly, their scopes also had a light 'green' glow at the back of them.

Beneath all that equipment was a sleek synthetic mesh, latex-appearing, beneath it, granting some additional protection and keeping their skin covered. Finally, combat boots and gloves. Their appearance overall was pretty basic, especially since you weren't sure on anything like symbology, or colors or the like. Dark-grey equipment and armor and shiny black beneath. Sleek, and lethal appearing. He'd fine-tune them later as the combat went on. Though, it was said that once made, you wouldn't be able to customize them further after they were deployed. Something you'd need to keep in mind.

For the moment though, they were your first. And you decided that they were clone-soldiers, built and bred in tubes and vats for the front-line. Leaning more into those genetic alteration themes. And, looking further decision-making right now, you decided to simply call them 'Soldiers'. You might change the name later, or at least add your faction title before it, when you figured it out. But for the moment? They were good. Much like yourself. They'd become better, you were certain. But this was perfectly serviceable for a beginning.

As for how that army actually functioned, the screens indicated that there would be points and resources to collect. And that the specifics would be decided after final selections on the universe the army is going to were made, and covered in The Tutorial.

And speaking of the army's recipient universe... the last option the screens were asking you involved setting. You were about to make an army. So where were you going to put it?

... It was crazy. Wild, even. Certainly not the smartest, or easiest, or most logical. But thinking on what you could do with this army, thinking of what you could accomplish? You couldn't help but be reminded of your old crushes from the D.C. Universe. And your mind wandered to Wonder Woman and the Amazons, and then to the Flashpoint Universe, where they were at war with the Atlanteans. Unique units, interesting fights. Some alterations would be needed to make it viable, in that one couldn't go to the insanity that was comic-book scaling of powers and abilities. But... you could do it.

Or something like it. No need to put a ticking time bomb on the fate of the world, honestly, all superhero media was a bit too obsessed with that. And no need for Queen Mera to die, seeing as she was fucking hot- in fact, how about alter the reasons for the war starting, the factions, and NOT sink Europe. Not because you had any particular love for Europe, but even if you were going a perverse and villainous route, which according to your egomaniacal desires and fetishes seemed likely, still... you could throw Europe a fucking bone and just- not have it have already sunk! Preferably not sink at all.

In the end, you wanted multiple factions to fight, a world chaotic where you could expand and thrive, a dangerous environment where your army made sense, and plenty of hot, beautiful ladies to capture. Especially 'special' ones who you remembered. The Flashpoint variance would be far, but maintain the spirit in that it would be a corrupted and devastated world at war. And while still plenty powerful, it would be more in line with animations and shows, not so ridiculously overpowered as comics often showed. And with... different major factions at play. And far more women from them! Not all, he didn't want to completely skew the birth-rate, and the Amazons probably needed some reason for their grudge against men to be valid. But, more on-screen, as it were.

You didn't necessarily want to type in and figure out every detail. A part of the fun of playing a game was some degree of surprise. However in the end, you decided that there were a number of factions you DID want involved in a global war, tearing civilized society apart, and necessitating the need for people like you. New blood, to conquer the world, and bring it's women to kneel at your feet.

The Amazons of The Themyscira, of course. Classic. While traditionally lacking in numbers, they were basically low-superhuman, and when their mythological aspects were played up, could bring ancient blessings, powerful beasts, and weapons and armor created by Hephaestus and from Divine materials. An intriguing potential enemy, and of course, full of women to put collars on.

The Atlanteans, rulers of the deep, and deadly threat to all who would defile their waves. An entire society and technology base created from underwater living, their technology is generally advanced, yet designed on an entirely different level, and in a different direction, than our known world, the 'Surface Dwellers'. A fascinating opponent.

Those two, of course, had been used as invasion forces in enough media for you to get them down pat. However, there were some others who you wanted to see making trouble in the world. Making things more interesting.

The Church of Blood, a demon worshiping cult dedicated to Trigon, and bringers of horrible demons and terrible sacrifices upon the world. Sin and blasphemy, infernal suffering and blood are their domains, and as the Amazons bring forth the mystic, and Atlanteans plunge into the deep, the Church of Blood shall bring the magic of Blood and Hell to the forefront. Dark occultism making up the chief of their arsenal.

H.I.V.E., an organization whose acronym may, or may not, mean two entirely different things, and was probably just made to keep the name meaning. Regardless, they are a high-tech organization with criminal connections across the globe. Reliably able to call upon troopers and soldiers, he made sure to go ahead and set their basic troops as H.I.V.E. Drones, and make them all female. Because latex-covered Drones are hot and H.I.V.E. is perfect for them. A bit similar in the hi-tech department to his own group perhaps, but ultimately less focused on efficient tactics, and more focused on high-technology, and the 'integration' of the human race.

Then, finally-

The League of Assassins, an ancient organization of, well, assassins, that have been around for millennia. Primarily trained for stealth with elite members, they nonetheless have an impressive number of troops and 'disposable' grunts. He went ahead and, again, made them primarily kunoichi, the lovely lady ninjas, inspired by their appearance in Arkham City, rather than elsewhere. Possibly not entirely, especially with the more 'disposable' grunts, who didn't necessarily go through ninjitsu training.

And that was that! At least for the ones you specified. There were other options, of course. PLENTY of other options. DC was an expansive universe of course, and you could think of a number without much difficulty. But, best to leave some surprise. If this guiding **** or game system thing directing his entry into another world wanted to bring them forth? Then let it. However, for the moment, six factions, including your own, was plenty!

Speaking of... it was time. You couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as the finalization option flashed in front of you, giving you the chance to turn back, or accept and plunge forward. Had you done everything you wanted to? Had you been smart, had you been wise? Would you regret any of this, would you regret all of it? What was going to happen? You didn't know. But to become a legend, to live for eternity in name, that is not something for the meek. And you were given more gifts than most, perhaps any, in your pursuit of it. So, you took a deep breath, steadied your nerves, and accepted the conditions.

Then, the universe faded around you, and your drifted into a deep slumber, as reality itself prepared for your arrival...