It was a long bleak day at work. Tired, and with a lack of productive things to do, you close yourself in your room listening to music. All day you had felt weird. Maybe it was just a lack of sleep but you kept seeing random items, everyday items that looked oddly rendered. Like video game items.

You didn’t think much of it until you heard not one, not two, not even three, but four heavy thuds downstairs. Well shit. You’re home alone you think. This is the day you die. You grab a measly pair of scissors from your desk and creep downstairs…

You’re greeted with four six foot tall men all of which, you soon realize, look like the video game characters. From Call of Duty? They look as much (if not more) bewildered than you.

“Bloody hell….” A gravelly voice speaks, “Just had to touch the fuckin’ button MacTavish?”

“Im a demolition man, aye? Its in me blood.” Johnny grumbled in retaliation

“Can it, blokes. Figure out the surroundings…fuck…” Price swears when he checks a small piece of technology on his hip, it sounded like they had no idea where they were.