Holy crap, I'm where?

[Ayin & Sigma]

Somewhere in the city

Man his head was hurting. What had he been doing last night? It felt for all the world like he'd been drinking solidly for three days then been hit by the mother of all hangovers. . .

Squinting hard, Matt rubbed his eyes, wiping away the crust of sleep and waking himself up properly. Opening his eyes, the twenty-year-old discovered that he wasn't in his flat, and things looked very different.

"What the !"$& is going on. . ." He murmured to himself, in a voice that wasn't his own.

The sound that came from his lips crackled and buzzed like a live wire, and was deeply, deeply worrying.
What was worse, things in the world had taken on a glossy sheen and a semi transparency. Everything seemed to glow from within, even the walls, carpet but especially the TV. He could even see the power lines in the walls. . .

Man, with all their different intensities, colours and patterns, it was like he could see energy. He could feel it. It wasn't like a sense of sight, taste, smell or hearing, but more like a combination of the four. A new and unique experience.

He sat up slowly, looking properly around the room. He was in a grubby little apartment, and the view from the window placed it in a bad neighbourhood. He didn't recognize the place, but the streets below - filled with yellow taxi cabs - screamed New York.

What the hell was he doing in New York? He was a British man living in Loughborough, so how did this all happen? He was more than a little scared.

It was then that he noticed something interesting. He felt amazing. He felt powerful, vital and intensely focused. But there was a growing sensation at the back of his mind - a buzzing at the back of his skull, as if there was electricity running through his brain in high-tension cables.

"Oh shit." He suddenly realized just who and what he was. Looking down at the black and green, form-fitting suit stretched across his body just confirmed it.
He was Sigma - a character he had made up and thrown into the marvel and DC universes. He was a murderer, a psychopath and a supervillain capable of destroying worlds at his greatest potential.

But he wasn't Sigma. . . he was Matt. He was sane and. . .

Something seemed to snap within his mind, and suddenly everything fell apart. The energy flowing through this body was too much to allow human consciousness to remain intact for very long.
His last, coherent thoughts as his sanity slipped away were that this had to be a dream. Hadn't it?

Sigma looked around, feeling better than ever. Finding his mask, he reached out for it with both hands and donned the green visor, finally becoming who he was meant to be. Sigma overwhelmed the man who had moments before been Matt Pritchard. The young man was still in there somewhere, watching as his demented self stood and leapt from the window, taking flight and speeding across the city.

[X'Sharri]

Reese watched as Navar fell to meet the symbiote army. "Greatt...destroy the tower while saving the world why doncha?" she said, annoyed by his blunt disrespect of the building. Reese rubbed her temples, a thing X'Sharri would do, and noticed that she was getting more and more dangerously into the mindset of the Sharoan whose body she was inhabiting. "N'kay then, might as well use these new smarts to do something," X'Sharri decided out loud, looking for any artillery that she could use on the hoard.

She ran, grabbing any sort of artillery she could find, which included several guns and grenades. There were also some alien weapons which she had assumed the Avenger's members must have taken from X'Sharri before they'd let the alien sleep in their home. "Alrighty, time to go and help the tower wall-recking monkey spawn," Reese said, not being able to shut her mouth.

Releasing four spider-legs from her back, she jumped out of the window, scaling down the building by sticking her legs slightly into the tower wall. The artillery was hug around her, and made a clanging noise as she took out two long lazer rifles. "Eat this!" Reese yelled, firing upon the large group of symbiotes. Unbeknownst to her, a symbiote-thing curled it's way up one of her lower Spider legs.

[Jake]

Chris was walking home from school. A normal day, a normal life. He was caught up in thinking about his character he had created, Jake the animal morpher. When he got home he was very tired so he did what he had to do. He finished his homework and went right to bed without any dinner.

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Jake woke up to hear lots of yelling and running around. What the hecks going on? Chris thought. Then he realized what he was wearing. "Wait a minute, I didn't fall a sleep in this." He pulled at his clothes it was definitely real. "Well, I'm still human but I don't know where I am." He got up didn't have any shoes or any other clothes he could put on. Just his morphing outfit. Chris went over to a mirror and said, "This is not me this is my character. I am my character, Jake. This is to weird but also really cool at the same time." Jake said "Sweet!" A smile crept across his face and he went out to see what all the commotion was about.

Jake heard some one yelling about being under attack by symbiotes. Jake stopped dead in his tracks, it was Captain Freaking America and a slew of other superheros that he recognized from Marvel and DC. "I must have been transported somehow into the my RP world." Jake said, "That can only mean one thing. I can morph. Ohh, This is sooo awesome!"

Jake ran along with all the other superheros out to battle the symbiotes. Chris was never a fast runner, and as it turned out neither was Jake. Chris then was swept away by everything that was happening and was lot in the mind that was Jake. Jake seemed to know almost exactly what to do. He began morphing into his favorite battle morph, the lion.

His face elongated, hair grew out of everywhere in just a matter of seconds, His ears moved to above where his giant red-ish mane was forming. His eyes separated and his muzzle formed getting filled in with bone crushing teeth, his bones rearranged, ground and reformed. His intestines were doing the same thing. In a matter a couple of minutes Jake was a strong powerful male lion.

Just then the mind of the lion came to life and Jake knew exactly what to do. Jake had done this many times and was prepared for the lions instincts and reactions. Jake mastered the lions thoughts immediately and without hesitation or any problem. He ran out where everyone was fighting and joined in, what's the point of letting them have all the fun. Jake thought as he began fighting.