“Go there— I don’t know where, die like that— I don’t know how…”—roughly that’s how you could describe an offer you can’t refuse. And it’s not hard to see why: the pistol barrel was already aimed at my forehead when those soulless creatures sent me—“live meat”—to scout another portal in the testing zone. So go ahead and stay late at work after that!
These things had every chance of getting their way, but they didn’t even realize that a thin call-center employee had spent several years preparing to break through that portal into a new world. Trials, dangers, the risk of getting a bolt in the ear from a crooked goblin crossbow? Great, I’m in. Especially since I have nothing left to lose in this world—except unpaid overtime.