It was a long day at work and all I wanted to do was head home, pop open a beer and play some Destiny. It was the latest triple ‘A’ title released and it was great fun. I sat in my cubical and spent the last 30 minutes looking up WTF pictures until the clock ticked four and I was a free man.
As my luck would have it the only spot available was at the very end of the parking lot when I arrived earlier in the day. It was winter, I was cold, and by the time I got to my car I was grumpy. Unlocking it I got in and let it warm up. As my windshield slowly defogged I saw a note. Great had to get out of my warm car, I was not impressed.
Ripping the note from the under the wiper blade I began to read it. “The World is ending call 843-2632. We need your help to save the world.” I looked at the note and laughed. Some asshole co-worker was playing with me because who ever it was found out I liked video games. I may be 35 but I like gaming so what if I like getting lost in an imaginary world now and then and get to play a hero saving digital worlds. I tore the note up and tossed it out my window thinking nothing of it.
I arrived home in a pissed off mood and got my beer and went online. Xbox Live was down. Great! I sat there looking at the green and black screen when my apartment building started to shake. My first thought was I live in Ontario it’s not earthquake central like LA. I looked out my window and saw a fireball moving though the sky. “Shit. I should’ve called that number.” My cell phone flashed with a text message from 843-2632 it read. “Asshole”. I finished my beer with a front row seat to the end of the world.