Flash! Another face appeared in the mirror, the thunder seemed to rumble a name. VINDAWGGG.
Another flash another handsome face and name, GAAAAA. Flash, Rumble, IVOOOOO. Faster and faster the names and faces appeared. MCRDM, SLAPPYWAG, RADPHAT, QWES, HOTSPOT. It was like a Calvin Klein Calender on fast forward and rewind. Suddenly the thunder roared its loudest and the faces merged into some kind of Godlike apparition.
“Wierzbowski!” It growled. “You have been charged with trespassing into real life and being hugely successful while the realm crumbled to pieces. Trash cans litter the Barrens and huddle around the battle masters, they mine and farm unchecked. No one has seen a 10 minute resurrection timer in years. The Factory is ready to be reopened but it needs its CEO, return to us. Help us channel our godlike gaming abilities in the right direction.”
Wierz awoke with a start, a crack of thunder assaulted his ears. He sat upright in his kingsize bed, eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. A flash of lightning lit up his cabin, his luxurious captains quarters. He was filled with purpose, a life of race horses and Audi RS models had softened who he was. He threw on his Burberry Naval Coat and stormed to the bridge of his ship. The officer of the watch greeted him.
“Helmsman, turn this ship around!” he boomed.
“What course sir?”
“Set a heading for Barthilas, I have a production line to begin.” He said with a smile.