"I can definitely say getting punched through a wall by a jumpy as hell Eldric War-Prince hurts a lot less than what you had to go through, although if that motherf***er ever hits me again, I'll unmake him out of existence," SC said. "I do have one of my own, though. A mix of Assassin's Creed and my own tomfoolery.
"So, once upon a two years ago, I decided to write a fanfic. Mistake number one was that I was writing a fanfic, and mistake number two was letting Glasses and Specs - don't mind the names, it's what they call themselves; I have to babysit eight of these guys - help me write it. You know, because two fanbrats of the AC continuum are totally going to stick to the canon, right?
"Well, I get going in the Brotherhood period, when Desmond was beginning to see Animus-ghosts due to the trauma of being forced to live the memories locked in every molecule of his mind. At the time, I had no clue how to comprehend Revelations because AC2 had stuck mainly to Italy, and I pretty well knew the lay of the land by then. So, cue Monteriggioni, pre-you-dun-got-raeped-by-da-Borgias.
"Pretty much, Ezio was doing his usual thing - being completely unmatched both in war and sex. Problem: fricken' Specs had convinced me to make an OC Assassin that "helped" Ezio out. And right like that, Stefanio di Roma was born.
"I guess Specs believed that all white-hooded people were automatic super-badasses, because this guy could match Ezio blow for blow. Of course, all he ever did was counter-attack - fitting for a game-verse AC fic.
"So blah blah blah, Monteriggioni gets screwed over royally by the Borgias, thank you Cesare, and Ezio and Stefanio wake up in Rome. Of course, Rome is pretty accurately portrayed as being down on its luck, but that's about where it ends in terms of the fic being good.
"All of a sudden, Stefanio starts showing up Ezio in everything. Got a new base? Mine now! Your sister and mother run the local strip joint? Nope! Bartolomeo D'Alviano is the mercenary commander? Not in MY Rome! It gets worse and worse until I finally decide enough is enough and go in to end it.
"Well, that's all well and good, but what is Ezio if not a walking tank with a squad of other walking tanks? And, since this is only half my fault, I can only use half my full power, so disguises are in order. I disguise myself as a Borgia sniper - it makes sense because I suck at close quarters. Glass Cannons are like that. We can't take a punch, but Aeldra help you if you find yourself on the wrong end of our weapons.
"Which Stefanio did. It almost seemed too easy to pick him off, despite him being with Ezio, who should have alerted to me the second I aimed my rifle and put a bullet of his own in my skull. But, he didn't, and my shot damn near took Stefanio's head clean off, and with medical assistance being somewhat shoddy in the Renaissance... you get the idea. He died.
"Reality snaps back in then, and all of a sudden holy crap, I'm surrounded by nothing but white hoods! Ezio called in the cavalry on me because I killed a nameless assassin he had never met, but who was still an assassin nonetheless. I had just enough of my powers left to run like hell and get back out to the real world, but man if it didn't wipe me out."
SC drank some water. "Long story short: I don't tamper with the AC continuum anymore."