This is a Brain worm that has been in my head since I took some edibles. I don't know how many chapters this will go on but I thought it would be interesting to try. So if you are interested in reading more or have any suggestions, please don't hesitate to leave a comment
If you are inspired, please write your own story and let me know, so that I can take a gander.
Thankyou
Chapter 1
Marty Thompson woke up with a killer headache. Getting up from the lumpy bed and walking to the kitchen it wasn't until he drank some water that Marty Realized that this was not his apartment. Around him was a dingy place with pealing paint, rusted piping a smell of mold in the air and all of the light bulbs were burnt out. Walking to the window he saw that He was three floors from the ground and that a Poorly maintained city street looked back at him. This was not his home in Ontario Canada. His home was in a small-town of 2000 people while this apartment was on a street with more people than that.
Rubbing his head Marty felt an invisible needle pierce through both eyes and wiggle their way all the way back to the back of the brain. Writhing in pain it wasn't until 5 minutes later that information flooded his brain.
Marty Thompson died in the year 2027 when President D.J Trump nuked the City of Sarnia and began his invasion of Ontario Canada. Marty died from the nuclear fallout. He now woke up as Marty brown in the year 2007. Marty Brown lived in the Town of Flint Michigan, and at the age of 23, passed away after years of drinking lead filled water and inhaling mold from the Poorly maintained apartment that He struggled to rent by himself working at a gas station since all of his family was dead.
An astonishing fact that might precede that of Being Reincarnated was that Martin Brown Lived in the Marvel universe. In the Memories Marty could see information of Tony Stark, Captain America and Even Mutants. Though thankfully there was nothing in the memories about Shield or any known Alien invasions.
When all the memories settled inside his skull, a holographic image formed in his vision.
Welcome to the Marvel universe, where the future is always changing
To increase your survival rate, you have been granted a system. Please choose one of the three mystery boxes.
Not having good luck, Marty simply selected the box that floated in the middle and after doing so the choices were revealed
Arcane system, Eastwood System, Technology system
Congratulations you have selected the Eastwood system
The Eastwood systems main function allows you to download Clint Eastwood Character templates from other universes like Dirty Harry, Man with no name, Joe Kidd.
Each template will gift memories, skills and abilities of the character, along with unlocking the lottery machine for that universe.
The first template and 3 lottery draws are free, while later Template will require Points which are earned passively while using template skills. The Lottery draws however can be purchased with Mortal cash, $1000X number of templates per draw.
Selecting Random Template
Slecting
Selecting
Chosen
You have been Granted Earl Stone (the Mule)
Granted abilities
Botany (B)
Charsima (B)
Silver tongue (B)
Dancing (C)
Drink tolerance (C)
Driving (D+)
Navigation (C+)
Smuggling (B)
The lottery for The Mule universe is now available
As the abilities were shown one by one, Marty could feel knowledge being transferred into his mind again, along with a strange sense of knowing where he was and how to get to various locations that he has never been to before or even seen on a map.
Yes there were many better character templates that could have been offered, he felt that this was something that would help him start settling down in this new world and get used to his new powers.
Now switching his attention to the Lottery machine, Marty cranked the lever three times.
Rolling
Rolling
Rolling
Congratulations you have received
1X bucket Caramelized corn
1X 1972 Ford 250
1X $800 Cash
Marty had to rub his eyes a bit. Those draws were so random! Popcorn! A Truck! And Money! The truck and money were handy since Marty Brown only had 50 bucks to his name and no mode of transportation, but the popcorn that just goes to show that not everything will be useful from this lottery machine.
After getting myself in order, I decided that with these new skills I could easily gather enough cash to set me up for any future endeavours that these System templates could grant me. With the aid of Earl stones memory and skills, I now know how to grow award winning flowers, and drug trafficking, along with how to charm most people with my charisma. With this new understanding I made a plan to first quit my job and start an online flower business which will be a front for the drugs I will ship.
later at noon, Marty went in and worked his last shift at the station, thanking his now ex-boss for supporting him in his time of need. It was under the fading sun that Marty purchased some gardening tools fertilizer and various flower bulbs and seeds such as Tulips, Western red lillies and Daisies.
Lugging his haul, he entered an old abandoned Warehouse from when the auto industry was big. After looking around for gangs and bums, finding none he then began using a shovel to mix fertilizer into the overgrown soil and began pulling the weeds and forming a compost pile. After 3 hours of work, Marty rested his sweaty and aching body which was not used to such manual labour. He could not help but feel a sense of pride looking at his 20-meter squared garden filled with the three types of flowers that he purchased. Stumbling home, he passed out after eating and showering.
The next day Marty started his day by going to a used tech store and purchasing an IBM ThinkPad 755cd for $300. To Marty this was very pricey for something that was way out of date, but when going over it, he found that it seemed reliable and was far cheaper than many of the better models that were being sold. With his newly purchased laptop he went home and after connecting to the ether, began creating a google website for his flower shop, after a little brain usage Marty decided to name the business "Stones Flower shop" this was a nod to Earl. But unfortunately, he could only put in the types of products and their price since he had no actual inventory to sell.
Day after day he tended the gardens, and when his wallet was down to 40 dollars Marty now had his first supply. Getting on to his website he paid a 10-dollar advertisement fee for 1-week banners, and waited.
The first day no orders
On the second day nothing
On the third day his money ran out and he had to start scrounging the dumpsters
But on the sixth Day Hallelujah! He felt new life being breathed into him. An order of flowers for a wedding shower! The order was only for $400 but that was a start and only a third of his flowers was sold and thankfully the order was in flint so very little mileage was needed. Rushing to the warehouse he took the F250 from his lottery storage and after bundling the bouquets, began on his way.
The next day Stones Flower shop received not only its first review but also another order of flowers for the wedding.
-beautiful flowers, I was nervous buying them from an unknown store but the prices were reasonable! The flowers were so nice at the shower that I have ordered more for my wedding! Thank you, Stone Flower shop!!
Nodding pleased with his initial success, Marty took three quarters of his earnings and purchased more seeds such as Rhododendron, hydrangeas, red and pink Tea roses. Along with more of the initial flowers. Now with renewed vigour he went out to the warehouse and tended his ever-growing garden while coming home to see that more orders have been placed.
It was in the beginning of July that he finally saved enough for a down payment for the warehouse property. Due to the rundown state of Flint, the property was worth 20,000 and he only needed a down payment of $2000. With the warehouse now officially under his name and his flower website showing continuous growth, Martin finally looked at his template progress bar and saw it only at the halfway mark. After some thinking he realized that this was because he only used half of Earls abilities. So, coming to this realisation, Marty began the careful tracking of the local dealer Ricky Conti, who was apart of the Italian Mafia in Michigan. Tracking him was not the big problem, it was the approaching the man without getting shot. But one day at noon, Marty approached the man when he sat down to eat at an Italian diner.
"Hello Mr. Conti, I was wondering if there was a chance we could talk business?" the slightly older man who seemed to take excellent care of himself turned and nodded while chewing on a pastrami sandwich. "Very well, I will listen." Marty glanced around slightly seeing that the rest of the diner was fixated on him. "Look mister Conti I will be honest with you and say I need money. Currently I run an online flower shop which I feel would make me an excellent front as a mule. So, if you need something shipped, I can do it as long as the pay is equal to the risk." The Italian mobster chewed before waving over a larger man. "Polly, give this man a phone." After the big man gave Marty a phone, Ricky spoke again "when you get a call go to the location." After saying his piece Ricky and his crew left the building leaving Marty to look at the burner phone now in his hands. He could barely hold back the snort of success.
Three days later Marty received his first call.
Driving into an auto shop, Marty was taken to another room while unknown bags were loaded into his 1967 f250. Shortly later he was given an address in Toledo Michigan. And off he went, to earn money and progress the Earl stone template.
Driving down Highway 23, Marty munched on the bucket of Caramalized corn. Sure it was nothing special but it sure was tasty, no wonder Earl handed it over to the sheriff as a bribe! One hand on the wheel another in the bucket as he nodded his head to Dobey Grays "Drift away" on the radio.
When my mind is free
No melody
Can move me…..
Shhkshhh
Breaking news
As of now in Harlem Newyork there looks to be two Giant Mutants battling it out in the streets. One gray one green. We have received word that the military taking action against the Green mutant. Hold on one moment, we are being told that this green being is the HULK and a terrorist.
Hearing this Marty scoffed and turned the radio off, knowing what he did Marty could not help but feel sorry for Dr Banner. Not that he was given the Hulk but that he would always be hunted by some organization, and in most movies and comics General Ross was the biggest cunt and hypocrite of them all.
After another few hours of driving Marty pulled into a motel in Dundee. Thankfully there was not many people staying at the motel, but to be safe, he made sure to cover the goods with junk and to lock up the truck. Feeling a might thirsty Marty walked five minutes into town and entered the local pub. There he saw a very busty bartender that would put hooters to shame.
"Heya Mister, what can I getcha?" sitting down Marty replied "Hey ma'am can I get some Gibsons? And maybe a side of milk?" saying this he winked while glancing at the jugs that seemed to make the Bar counter creak. "Now now mister, the Kennel is the next town over, but I can get you some whiskey and make it a double."
As the night grew darker, Marty ended up dancing not only with the bartender but also her cousin who seemed to be the same age as him and shared her cousin's family traits. When the morning hit, Marty found himself wedged between the two ladies from the night before. His first instinct from his past life was to get up and leave immediately, but the Memories of Earl stone urged Marty to stay and have breakfast with his companions, for who knows when they will meet again.
After a nice breakfast of hash and eggs, Marty then continued on his journey.
Slightly past 3pm he arrived in toledo and parked in the lot of a Walmart, before following the instructions of going for a stroll. 25 minutes later, the reincarnator returned to find the goods missing and 10 grand sitting in his truck, along with a new burner phone.
10 GRAND! That made him salivate quite a bit. It also made him want to shut down his flower business, but his inner voice reminded him that in the Marvel universe safe houses and fall-back plans were a necessity. By the time he was ready leave, Marty received a call to pick up some goods in Ida for a return trip.
So off the Mule went for his next payload.