Dan had to go into work because the other manager got in a car accident or something. Mum and Dad went out to the opening of a jazz club. They won fre... tickets or something. So it was just me, Bec and Angie.”I grabbed Dan’s arm and pulled it closer to me.“The doorbell rang. Angie thought it was Dan or Dad because she could see a silhouette through the frosted glass on the door. I shouted at her not to do it but I was too slow. Angie opened the door.”The Doc nodded at me and made a couple of. You hastily skipped through all of the logos, warnings, and at last, a prompt filled your vision.Greetings, Chosen. Who are you?You quickly fill in your alpha account info in the spaces provided and confirm. After the barest of pauses, the prompt vanishes and your vision goes completely black. You start to panic, thinking the game crashed or the power had gone out, but a heartbeat later a character creation interface appears around you and another prompt appears.You have been Chosen. Within. Blood added, “Some of the men have even polished their bullets.”“Well. we will not need it.” Col. Blood’s face took on a dejected look, but there seemed to be relieved faces of the other people in the room.Looking out onto the group, “Okay, I hope I have your attention now.”“Ladies and gentlemen, it seems we,” and I looked about the room as I then continued, “WE! have a problem. Can any of you make a few guesses as to what that might be?”There was silence for a while in the room. It seemed no. Or at least that's what Ithought. I realize now that my wife Angeles had planted the idea in mymind. I like women who look like her, short, with olive-colored skin,dark hair, and figures with exaggerated busts and bottoms. Not only do Ifind that look exciting but, being short myself, I appreciate havingsomeone I don't have to literally look up to. She kept k**ding me abouthow a trip south of the border would let me ogle as much of that type asI could stand. She even hinted that, when I got.