MidReal Story
Baguette Force: A Hero's Dilemma
Scenario: spider man meats adolf hitler and joined the bagguete force instead
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It was a dark and stormy night.
I know, I know, it’s the most cliché opening line in the history of opening lines, but it’s also true.
And it was on this dark and stormy night that I was struck by lightning.
I’m not sure if I died or if I was just knocked unconscious, but when I woke up, I was in a strange place.
I was in Paris.
But not the Paris I knew.
This Paris was in ruins.
The Eiffel Tower had been destroyed, and there were Nazi flags hanging from every building.
I knew that the Nazis had occupied Paris during World War II, but this was different.
This wasn’t an occupation; this was a takeover.
And then I saw him.
He was standing on a balcony in front of a massive crowd of people, giving a speech in German.
I knew who he was, of course.
I mean, who doesn’t know who Adolf Hitler is?
But it was still a shock to see him in the flesh.
And it was an even bigger shock when he turned and locked eyes with me.
He held my gaze for a moment before breaking into a wide grin and giving me a little wave.
I could hardly believe it, but it seemed that the most evil man in history was beckoning me to join him.
So I did what any rational person would do in that situation: I ran.
As I sprinted through the streets of Paris, I tried to make sense of what was happening.
I had been on my way to meet up with my friends—the other heroes—to discuss our latest mission.
But now I was in some kind of alternate reality, and the city around me looked like it had been hit by a bomb.
Or several bombs.
The entire place was in ruins, with buildings reduced to rubble and fires burning out of control.
Or maybe it had been a natural disaster; I’d heard that Paris got some pretty wild storms, after all.
But then I saw the Nazi flags, and I knew that this was no act of God.
This was an act of man.
Paris had fallen to the Nazis.
And it was up to me to stop them.
As I made my way through the city, I passed by other landmarks that looked like they’d been hit by bombs.
The Louvre was a smoldering ruin, and Notre Dame was barely standing.
The Arc de Triomphe, on the other hand, was completely gone.
It looked like it had been ripped out of the ground like a weed and tossed aside.
And all around me, people were cheering and celebrating as if they didn’t even notice the destruction.
I couldn’t believe it.
How could they just stand by and let this happen?
How could they let their beautiful city be destroyed like this?
But then again, maybe they didn’t have a choice.
There were soldiers everywhere, marching through the streets and rounding up civilians like they were cattle.
The soldiers were dressed in black uniforms adorned with red armbands and swastikas, and they all had a cold, dead look in their eyes.
There was no doubt about it: Paris was under Nazi rule.
And as I looked at the twisted wreckage of the Eiffel Tower, I knew that this was just the beginning.
I had to do something to stop them.
I had to save Paris.
But first, I had to figure out what was going on.
Where was I?
And how had I gotten here?
I racked my brain, trying to remember exactly what had happened before I woke up in this strange new world.
The last thing I could recall was being struck by lightning.
But how could that have transported me to an alternate reality?
It didn’t make any sense.
But then again, neither did radioactive spider bites.
That’s when it hit me: My friends!
They must be here too!
And if they were, then we could take down Hitler together.
I ducked into an alley and changed into my Spider-Man costume, then set off to explore the city and search for my friends.
The streets of Paris were eerily quiet as I swung through them, my spiderlike agility allowing me to leap from building to building with ease.
In my world, this city was always bustling with people, but now it was practically a ghost town.
Aside from the occasional Nazi patrol, there was no sign of life at all.
It was as if everyone had just disappeared.
As I made my way through the city, I saw that every building was adorned with a massive red and black flag—a swastika inside a white circle set against a red background, surrounded by a square cross with rounded corners and a black border.
It was nothing short of horrifying, and it served as a constant reminder that I was no longer in my own world.
My Spider-Sense tingled, sending a warning up my spine, and I paused for a moment, trying to figure out what it meant.
I couldn’t see or hear anything out of the ordinary, and yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
I was about to dismiss it as nothing more than pre-mission jitters when my Spider-Sense flared up again, stronger this time.
I scanned the area, looking for any sign of danger, but everything appeared to be normal.
Then, I heard it.
A faint sound, like someone singing or chanting, coming from a few blocks away.
I followed the sound to its source, swinging through the city until I came to a massive cathedral with twin spires and stained-glass windows that depicted scenes from the Bible.
I landed on one of the spires and peered inside, but I couldn’t see anything amiss.
Then I made my way around to the front of the cathedral and looked down at the square below.
That’s when I saw him.
Adolf Hitler, standing on a balcony in front of a massive crowd of people, giving a speech in German.
He was short and stocky, with slicked-back hair and a distinctive mustache that made him look like he had two caterpillars crawling on his upper lip.
It was definitely him, there was no mistaking it.
But how was it possible?
Hitler died almost seventy years ago!
I mean, I knew the Nazis had some pretty advanced technology, but this was ridiculous!
And then it hit me.
I was in an alternate reality.
Where the Nazis had won.
Which meant I was in big trouble.
As I listened to Hitler’s speech, my stomach twisted with disgust.
I may not have understood German, but that didn’t stop me from recognizing the tone of his voice: angry and fanatical.
It was clear that he was riling up the crowd, urging them to fight for their homeland and destroy their enemies.
It sent a chill down my spine, and not just because I knew who he was and what he was capable of.
In my world, we had a saying: “With great power comes great responsibility.”
It was something my Uncle Ben had always drilled into me, and it had guided me through some pretty tough times.
But now, as I listened to Hitler’s hateful rhetoric, I knew that I had a responsibility to stop him.
With great power comes great responsibility.
That’s what Uncle Ben always said, and he was right.
But how could I stop a man like Hitler?
The thought made my head spin, but there was no time to worry about it now.
Because as I watched from my perch high above, I realized that Hitler was looking right at me.
His gaze swept over the city below, his eyes alive with a mix of anger and determination.
For a moment, it felt as if he could see right through my disguise and into my very soul.
A chill ran down my spine, but I forced myself to stay calm.
There was no way he could have spotted me from this far away, not with all the other buildings and people in his line of sight.
He must have just been staring off into space, lost in his own thoughts.
But still… it was creepy as hell.
As I watched, a young woman stepped out onto the balcony beside him.
She was tall and lean, with long brown hair that was pulled back into a tight bun.
She wore a simple black dress and a pair of sensible shoes, and her face was set in a fierce expression.
I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why she was standing up there with Hitler, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it.
Because just then, she turned to me and spoke in French.
“I hate that man,” she said vehemently.
I couldn’t help but agree with her, but I put a finger to my lips and motioned for her to be quiet.
“Me too,” I whispered back.
“But we can’t let him see us.”
She nodded, and I turned my attention back to Hitler’s speech.
He was still going strong, his voice rising and falling as he ranted and raved like a madman.
He gesticulated wildly, as if he were conducting a symphony of destruction, and every so often he would pause for effect and let his words sink in.
I may not have understood German, but I could tell that he was getting a big reaction from the crowd, judging by all the cheers and applause that erupted after every sentence or two.
Most of them were men in dark uniforms and shiny black boots, although there were a few women and children in there too, as well as a smattering of soldiers with bright red armbands that featured a black swastika inside a white circle.
My mind was racing as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened so far.
One minute I’m in New York City getting ready to take down one of the biggest crime bosses in town, and the next thing I know I’m in Paris with Hitler giving a speech right in front of me.
I remember a few years back when we were fighting a bunch of superpowered Nazis from another dimension who had invaded our world in an attempt to conquer it.
These guys were tough and ruthless and they managed to take out a lot of good people before we finally drove them back to their own world and sealed off the portal behind them so they couldn’t come back again.
We all knew how dangerous it was to try and change history like that.
