Marvel CP: 1000 Drawbacks: Parker Luck -300 Mutant -300 Era: 1990 Location: Latveria Origin: Drop-In Perks: Energy Free Items: Blade Free Unstable Molecular Uniform Free

Combination (Card Carrying Avenger): Cosmic Fact -300 Avenger’s ID -200

Combination (Makluan ‘Armor’ Upgrade): Energy Free Brains -100 Toughness -100 Strength -100 Body -100 Blade Free Unstable Molecular Uniform Free Helm of Xorn -300 Powered Armor -300

Partner (Galacta) -100 CP: 300 Perks: Cosmic Fact -300

Fifteen Seconds into the Jump. “Wait,” Galacta seemed a bit miffed about something I’d said, “you went and upgraded your magic ring armor things… but only spared me this Cosmic Fact power?” “Gal,” I doubled back on my summary of the choices I’d had to make, “what I meant is that that was the only power that you’d benefit from. Seriously, I hope not every world has such shit import options. It’s not like you need any more powers though, we’re still growing into our Power Cosmic as is.” “But you get to spend eight tenths of your points on some armor?” She asked while staring, figurative, face melting beams at me. “Today’s my birthday too you know!” There was the crack of something punching through the sound barrier several times and then I was suddenly one the moon. “Fuck,” I growled as I dug myself out of the new crater on luna’s surface, “I know sis that’s why I got you this Cosmic Ring! Wait...” I carefully patted myself down before looking back at the Earth. “Fuck! I dropped it!? That’s going to bit me in the ass somehow isn’t it?” Months later…. “Thanos,” I spoke up even as the Infinity Gauntlet vanished before he could insert the Power Gem into it, “to gain so much power that you make your mission easy. Is that what she meant for you?” “You cannot talk me out of it,” Thanos roared even as the Infinity Gauntlet suddenly appeared upon his hand again, “I will use this tool to complete the Mission given to me by lady Death.” He then jammed the Power Gem into it’s correct slot. I ground my teeth even as I continued manipulating the Power Cosmic in the rapid 11th dimensional chess game that Thanos of the future and I were having, as it turns out Parker Luck is basically just Thanos trolling the shit out my past in the future. “Now that I have unlimited power I can defeat you easily.” He pointed his gloved fist at me, three Stones shown upon its golden shell. “I am Galan.” I summoned forth the Power Cosmic pumping it through the recently upgraded Makluan armor, enclosing my hands in pulsing power even as I pushed myself to the apex of my own power for the first time ever. “Son of Galactus, and I will not be defeated ‘easily’.” “Ah,” Thanos laughed as his gauntlet loosed a beam of crimson, “but you will be defeated.” Navy power halted his beam as my hands came forward. But where my Power Cosmic was a river of power his Power Stone was the very essence of Water, the two didn’t even share similar metrics for measurement. His beam bullied through my pair but when it was about to hit me it halted. “What is this?” Thanos roared even as the blue flowed forth more and more, slowly overtaking the crimson. “Infinity Gauntlet? You wish.” I growled even as I… Future-Thanos shattered my illusion and Thanos was left panting from pulling so deeply on the Power Stone even though there was no one to use it on. I lost a piece in the game and had to retreat. “Ah, mere smoke and mirrors,” Thanos muttered to himself, “well done, Son of Galactus.” Three years later… “You will not take Lady Death from me.” Thanos growled. “No,” I replied right back, “without your gauntlet you’re just trying to suicide by cosmic youngling. I’m not doing this, Thanos.” Thanos just raged on. Four years after that. “So wait, Doc Ock got a hold of my Cosmic Ring and has been apparently using it to be Spiderman without anyone noticing for seven years now!?” I stared at the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. like he was a madman. “Damn it all I knew it was going to bite me in the ass.” “What were you even going to do with a ring that lets you grant wishes anyway?” Nick Fury asked. “Give it to my sister.” I answered without hesitation. He raised a brow and Galacta nearby wilted a bit. “Your sister, the same woman whose child calls you papa, correct.” Nick Fury’s tone was level but he somehow still managed to make the sentence sound like a really blatant innuendo. “You were going to give her a reality warping wedding band?”. “Oh, c’mon don’t make this awkward with my sis, Fury. It was just the one time...” I tried to put things into context. “Too late.” Galacta muttered before vanishing off at high percentages of C.. “Damn it, Fury.” I groused. “I feel like I’m in a fucking sitcom.”