“Hey”, said Chris one day, “I think I’m getting pretty good at this whole adventuring thing. What do you think, Randy? Think I’d be ready for the real thing? I think I’d rule.”
Randy’s eyes seemed clouded for a moment and the room grew a shade darker. A low tremble could be felt in the floor but Chris wasn’t feeling it. The beer and overconfidence was busy talking. As always, that would be his downfall, but this time, a fall into the stygian pits at which he scoffed. Randy would summon the ancient gods, the gods before man and time, who slumber beneath the Earth. Only then when Cthulu and his minions once again ran free would Chris truly understand the error of his ways.
Of course, Randy couldn’t throw him alone into this….adventure. It would look too suspicious. Instead, he let him gather his friends to accompany him, as themselves, on this RPG adventure called “The End of the World: Wrath of the Gods”. It was a shame, really. Randy quite enjoyed the company of Beau, Ashley and Jeff. But there was nothing for it. Such pride as Chris had arrogantly displayed had roused ancient evil and something had to be done before all of the Earth had to pay for his temerity.
Once such great darkness is awakened, it was almost impossible to put back to sleep. Strangely, the only thing that would help was more people imagining scenarios where the Earth was struck down by angry gods of old. Randy wished more people would click on the link on the Randy Plays Games web post and buy their own copy of “The End of the World: Wrath of the Gods”. He knew it might be the only thing that could save us.