James looked at the starless sky above him, his eyes wide open in surprise.

A bright light contrasting against the dark sky seemed to be growing larger by the second.

As he looked at the bright light James completely forgot his new house, new car, and the woman he loved until he saw her fucking another man in their bed. He could only think how beatiful it was.

While looking at the light his anger had completely disappeared.

Why wouldn't it? He knew he was looking at deaths doors.

James smiled gently and turn back at the bloody scene in his room. He had killed both of them, he shot the man and then the woman who had stomped on his heart.

Tha last thought he had was, "well at least I won't go to jail."

(Two thousand years later)

James gave up, he wasn't about to argue with someone who took him out of the darkness he had found himself in after his death. He didn't know how long he was adrift in that dark place but he didn't care want to go back.

"O.K then, how do we do this, Narte right? Do I just tell you what I want or do you have something I can fill out?" >

"Ah, I have something better, I'm sure you'll find it easier." >

The God Narte smiled smugly and snapped his fingers.

A computer, which screen displayed a similar character creation menu as a game James had played years ago and still did occasionally, appeared before him. Even thought games on Earth had shifted to V.R. Dispite this James couldn't find a reason in his heart to stop playing Sk*rim. He had a valid reason as it had become the epitome of R.P.G's and every game since was modeled after it even V.R-R.P.G's

James glared at Narte, he had been playing this game just hours before he was killed. He sat in the chair that appeared in front of the computer cursing at the god Narte and started to read the words on the screen. Unconsciously James smiled to himself, his mind had been reform and rebuild countless times in the dark place, his mind had gone insane multiple times. "The tends to happen when you don't sleep or speak to anyone for a long time. And I'm pretty sure Two-thousand years is a long time. No?" Thought James.