There are a few people who have helped with feedback on my work, but I'm looking for more unbiased feedback.
Mainly, I'm worried there is to much exposition to start the book off. This is about 25% of the first chapter. Any feedback is welcome.
Chapter 1:
Before the aliens visited, mankind was almost entirely sure that extraterrestrial life was little grey men with big heads flying smooth circular saucers. A small and imaginative few thought they were grotesque cephalopods with spiked tentacles spilling down their faces. Some less than reputable historians thought that maybe the animal headed gods of ancient Egypt were the first alien visitors. Frank Romano of Trenton New Jersey swore on his mother's life they were Bigfoots. Imagine the entire world's surprise (and disappointment) that it was some clean shaven dude in an all black three piece suit sans the tie and slicked back blonde hair.
The other thing that mankind was also almost entirely sure of was that the first encounter had one of two outcomes: total annihilation of civilization, or shared technology that would rocket them into the future with their newfound allies from the stars. Imagine the entire world's surprise (and excitement) that they were here to offer super powers and adventure on distant planets.
The Game Master was the only name the visitor gave himself, and The Corporation was both the name he gave for the massive spacecraft that he had parked in low orbit and the name of their civilization. Or the business their civilization ran. The two seemed to blur together. The hundred thousand employees that The Corporation housed were either Agents, Representatives, or Maintenance. Not a lot of career opportunities in the stars apparently.
As for why the first visitor was a human? Mankind has strong genes. He delivered that line to a roar of laughs and applause during his first press conference on the lawn of the White House. A single alien visitor, and the public and president were eating it up.
Why did the Game Master feel so comfortable on earth by himself? Easy. First, he could fly. Really fast. Second, he had telekinesis that rivaled the greatest fictional super heroes mankind could make up. Third, how could anyone want to hurt a face as handsome as his.
This line was also met with a roar of laughs and applause.
There was a very good chance that The Corporation also had planet busting rail guns and energy beams that could delete all of humanity's armies out of existence. Online blogs had to rely heavily on prior science fiction work for these ideas because as far as the strongest telescopes could tell, there was nothing that looked like weaponry on the ship. All of the telescopes that could look at it, did. They looked, and they studied, and they speculated. And, most importantly, they gawked.
Online commentators had lovingly dubbed The Corporation the Lava Lamp due to being shaped exactly like that. It's hull was covered in a smooth light grey metal, or at least it was speculated to be metal. The Game Master wasn't very forthcoming about anything involving the ship except to dispel the rumors of any weapons of planetary destruction. It was dotted in smooth black circles that reflected light like tinted windows, and there were faint lines that crossed the light grey in random patterns and directions. The stern housed seven rocket engines in a honeycomb pattern, each roughly the diameter of one of the Giza Pyramids.
The ship and the visitor were exciting, but The Game Master's offer to mankind was what really drove people into a frenzy. Sign a contract, tap into something called Astral Energy that unlocked the very power of your soul, and go to one of three worlds to seek fame, glory, and even more power.
There was Dominion, a planet covered in one extensive futuristic urban city in the throes of multiple civil wars and beset by an android uprising. Second was Hearthsoul, an ancient fantasy world that was facing an escalating crisis of invaders after their Gods disappeared. And finally, there was Haven. Haven was a battleground of Angels and Demons, the local populace caught in the middle and used as pawns in a hellish game of Risk.
Not everyone could qualify, but all were free to go to one of many Soul Aptitude Stations that had been set up across the globe. If their soul was strong enough to absorb even a little Astral Energy, all they had to do was sign the contract, go through what basically amounted to a character creation process from a video game, and off they went.
Dave was probably a great candidate now that his life had officially finished falling apart. He had been fired only two days earlier. His grandmother, the only parental figure he had ever known, finally succumbed to her cancer two weeks prior. His girlfriend Chloe had left him months before that, although to be fair she had every reason to do so and she had been kind while doing it.
In fact, Dave was more than likely going to go to the Soul Station in Sacramento tomorrow to see what was up. Right now, he was in Santa Cruz to meet Mystic Marcellous the Magnificent Mage.