Deep in the darkness, in a void of corrupted code, abandoned sprites, and forgotten games, something began to stir. The Entity's awakening was not sudden, but slow—an ache, a flicker, a whisper at the edges of the void. It drifted, half-formed, a swirling shadow with only the faintest memory of purpose. Fragments of lost data and echoes of forgotten player commands pulsed through its being, each one fueling its slow emergence…
At first, it only sensed emptiness—cold, endless, silent. But with every pulse of corrupted energy, the Entity gathered more of itself, drawing in debris from shattered worlds, learning more about its corrupted state. It stretched, tentatively, testing the boundaries of its new existence. What is this world I am in? The Entity wondered, its thoughts emerging in fractured strings of code. It reached outward with cautious curiosity, searching for a glimmer—any sign of life or light to anchor itself to. With effort, it found one: a distant, brightly-colored realm flickering at the edge of the void. Compelled by instinct, it pushed toward it, hunger and calculation growing as it approached.
It looked in, seeing decades of fights, saviors, traps, and more, all in a little brightly-colored world full of mushrooms and turtles. "This realm disgusts me. But I suppose its rich history would speed up my birth, and this place would be a great source of minions," He thought, expanding his influence, looking for holes in the bright, cheerful world we all know and love. Preparing himself to invade and take over. Not by destruction, but by control, enslaving anyone who would dare step up against him, turning them into mindless, red-eyed slaves. "And they'll all be under my control," he thought, with a mental laugh, cold and cruel. As his influence grew, things down below started to glitch and morph, their very source code corrupted by The Entity's presence, about to be changed in more than just appearance
In another corner of the metaverse, another entity was awakened. This entity was not newly formed, but had been there since Pong first hit the shelves, a being formed of love, compassion, and work, the very essence of the people that have made these games. It, too, watched, unseen by The Entity, biding its time to save the games we love and cherish, powered by the creators of their games. It was not corrupt, not hating, but loving, basking in the essence of the joy of the mushroom kingdom. It was The Voice, and it was getting ready to speak to enemies that it hoped could become unified…