Origin story time!
We've thrown out a few ideas. I've sort of come up with a way to condense all the good ones, and even incorporate Master Race into it all. Let me know what you guys think.
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Since the beginning, there have been watchers. A group of mythical men and women sworn to protect and maintain order. These powerful beings are known only as "The Moderators". These "Mods" (I like how this rhymes with "gods"), hold great powers. And each holds sway over their own lands in the world. One protects the land of Cinema. One protects the land of Automobiles. One even protects the chaotic and debaucherous land of Pornography. And of course, one protects the land of Gaming. The Mod of Gaming is known only as "Bish". His full name is shrouded in mystery.
But the powers of the Mods have begun to weaken. More netizens enter the world every day, and it has become tiresome and difficult for the Mods to address every problem that arises. As such, many Mods have begun to endow many mortal netizens with grand powers of their own, so that they may assist the Mods in maintaining order.
Bish resisted the idea of creating heroes initially. But the land of Gaming was beginning to fall apart. The Cataclysm of 1983 had severely drained Bish of his powers, and he was struggling to maintain order during the Great Nintendo-Sega War. He needed heroes of his own. And so he scouted the land of Gaming in order to find heroes.
His search brought him to the land of GAF. There, he found the young teens [GAFman's real name here] and Phillip Constantine Race. The two were great friends. And both were exceptionally good at gaming. The young GAFman enjoyed playing all sorts of games, but his friend P.C. always turned up his nose at any the console games that the adolescent GAFman played.
Bish saw great potential in the young GAFman. And for good reason. GAFman held records in many games, and he was the first player in the world to break 999,999,950 in Super Mario Brothers. But he was concerned about P.C. For P.C. was often arrogant and divisive. He often fought with the young GAFman about the superiority of computer gaming. Bish saw the threat of corruption in his eyes.
And then the day came where Bish decided to make the teenage GAFman one of his heroes. And when GAfman slept, Bish communicated to him through a dream.
"Son, I come to you because I have chosen you to be a great hero. You must find The Controller. It is a hammer of enormous power. I have given you the IP address. Go now, and go alone."
When GAFman awoke, he was bewildered. But he remembered every word and image of the dream perfectly. And somehow, he knew the exact IP address of where The Controller could be found. Confused and perplexed, he nonetheless found the courage to follow the strange vision.
But he was not alone. P.C. saw his friend leave his home and found his behavior suspicious. And so he followed him.
GAFman found the underground cave where The Controller was held. And he still did not realize that his friend P.C. was not far behind, following him. He saw the hammer, glistening and shining with great light on a raised pedestal. Both GAFman and P.C. instantly knew that the hammer contained great power. GAFman knew that weilding the great hammer meant he would carry the responsibility of protecting the city of GAF. He slowly approached the mighty hammer.
And then P.C. made his move. He wanted that power for himself. He bolted towards GAFman and The Controller. GAFman, surprised at P.C.'s sudden appearance, immediately grabbed the hammer, and a great explosion of light and energy followed.
When the dust cleared, GAFman felt the energy coursing through him. He felt the hammer's power and his newfound strength. His body glowed, until he was able to contain the energy. And then he looked over at P.C., who was lying on the ground. There, he saw P.C. was also glowing. It seemed he too obtained the power of a hero.
P.C. stood up. And he laughed.
"My MOD! Friend, do you see what has happened to us!? This feeling! This strength!"
Of course he saw. But unlike P.C., he had also seen the vision of Bish in his dream, and knew exactly what this power meant.
"I see, P.C. But this power is not a toy. We must use our new strength to protect GAF. The city is always under attack from different threats. These powers give us the ability to finally do something about it. To protect our homes and our families. To let us do something without relying on the Mods."
"No. This goes beyond GAF! With this power, I can finally spread the word of the greatness of computer gaming! I will create an empire! A paradise! Join me! We will create this new paradise together!"
"You're insane! You've let your love of computer gaming blind you yet again!"
"It seems you will never change. You've still yet to truly grasp the power of computer gaming. Fine. Protect your pitiful fiefdom. But you will be left behind when my paradise is complete."
P.C. began to walk away, but turned his head back to leave one last message.
"And know this. My old name is ill-fitting to my greatness. I am no longer Phillip Constantine Race. You shall address me as MASTER Race now!"
And Master Race walked away, chuckling to himself.
And GAFman knew that from that time forward, that not only would he have to protect his beloved hometown, but he would have to stop his friend. To prevent his "paradise" from happening.
Can he do it?
Believe.