The Multiverse is home to trillions of different beings and races of infinite variety. Some large and powerful. Some small and weak. Some in the middle. To keep balance walls between the dimensions were created to keep it in harmony. But, a Being known as Entropy, the living embodiment of chaos, has been slowly whittling away at the walls. In the billions of years that the Multiverse has existed, the walls that were once comparable to immense dam, have been slowly torn apart until they are now paper thin. The degeneration Entropy has done has given him the power to open rifts. He uses this power for his amusement, and puts some of the most dangerous and powerful beings and up against one another. Can the beings taken by the rifts put aside their differences and work together to defeat the Nigh-Omnipotent Entropy? Or will they simply destroy each other?
OOC:Death of the Multiverse(OOC, Open)
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Entropy
The physical incarnation of chaos could barely contain himself. His plan that he had been working on for billions of years was about to come true. The walls that kept each universe apart were thin. Thin to the point where he was no capable of creating rifts the could take people from their universe and place them in another. Chaos was needed to fuel his powers. And what better way to create chaos than to take some of the most powerful, ruthless beings from various universes and pit them against one another? Not only would they most likely destroy each other, the resulting boost in his powers from the chaos caused should be enough to allow him to tear down the walls of the multiverse completely. The amount of power received from the trillions of beings slaughtering each other would theoretically make him omnipotent and allow him to recreate the multiverse in his image. And so Entropy started creating rifts in various universes, taking them and placing them where he saw fit.
Mercer
He had done it. Manhattan was safe from the nuke. Although he wasn't certain he would survive the blastwave, he did. A small puddle remained of Mercer and it slowly regrew until he was at full strength once again. Since then he began to travel the world. He went to Africa first, and slaughter a cruel warlord and his men. The oppressed people celebrated their unknown hero and their freedom. Despite his deeds, he felt empty. what was he fighting for? He believed himself to be immortal. He would never age. The world around him would crumble and he would live to see it. He returned to the States shortly after his stint in Africa and began to wander across the country in search of what to do with his life or lack thereof. Taking a path through the woods and coming out into a neighborhood, all he saw was white. It was comparable to the white he saw when he was caught in the blastwave of the nuke. When he came too it appeared he was in a forest. But a quick look around only revealed that none of the plant life he was seeing was from Earth. Mercer couldn't believe it. He didn't. At least not until a four armed, multicolored monkey like creature swung from a branch above his head. He had consumed enough scientists and overall people to know there was no creature like that on Earth. The air despite his lack of needing it was also different. As well as the feeling that he had lost a significant amount of weight. "What the hell is... Where the hell am I?!" He shouted.
