[ WP ] A door has been accidentally left open at Writing Prompts , Inc .

*Notice: Any users mentioned within can ask me to remove them if they so desire. Yet I still think it would be rude. * 
 
 Writing Prompts Incorporated,''*We make your stories come to life! *'' is a booming business. Some bloke down on his life or up for a thrill submits a request for a story, the writers make it happen. The guy or gal who paid for it will go into through a door made with groundbreaking and unusual technology, and he or she will become whoever they would like to be in the story, an observer, the hero, the villain. If it is suitably popular it goes public and other people can try it out for a spin. Pretty good. Yet the stories almost always ends after about an hours worth of fun. The costumer goes home, forgets all his worries and such. The story is reset and a new person can try it out. It is good that it does, what is behind those doors are the other realities, when you enter in to that place you become part of the ride, and that is good. Yet Writing Prompts Inc. deals in many things, nightmares, perverse fantasies, dark desires as well as flimsy fantasies and lovely worlds of heroism and goodness. So when one day a clumsy worker forgot to close and reset a door properly, you could have hoped that it was the worlds made by a writer who was tasked with creating some utopia or a wonderful party. Unfortunately it was a door into an EU. 
 
 There are many types of requests, an EU is one where you get to enter into an original story for an established universe. And it just so happened that the one door that was opened was a door to an EU of Curious George where the titular character learns about something fun, you know, an EU for the kids. Yet the tiny ape escaped, and as curious as he was he activated a lot of other doors. And few of them good. The ape died when he opened a door into an EU about WH40K and was slaughtered by Space Marines, they then met the forces from a marching empire in an original story about space, and others yet zombies from a Apocalypse-Scenario. While the costumer is on the inside, they are guaranteed to survive, even if they die the story simply resets and they walk out the door. The opposite is not the case. 
 
 And since things got heavy when Orcs from LOTR meet with sex-mad aliens from another dimension, when lord Eddard Stark comes marching out with an army only to meet with the forces of the living dead, that is where everything goes awry. And in the confusion and danger of it all, some people start noticing the war spilling into the streets from the Writing Prompts Inc. Dream Factory, the army got engaged. And the worst part is that some prompts are not meant to come out. Some doors lead to Cthulhu, others lead to things darker than that. Some leads to the end of all things. And one of those was opened. As the army bombed the factory, one last door was opened by a confused and scared cleaning lady who had been fleeing from sex-hungry fox-people before the bombing, the door contained something worse than warriors, more dangerous than zombies, more destructive than madness. It was a specially made prompt for the army, a battle simulation that would be able to test the toughest soldiers. It was called Götterdammerung, more commonly known as Ragnarok Expanded by the makers. 
 
 The idea was good, send in the Navy Seals and Spetnaz units, to train them for a war beyond belief, a war beyond compare. And it had been opened. Out from the depths came the traditional figures of that legend. Yet they were not alone. The army had asked the writers to up the ante, and so they did. Instead of just one final battle, one war-apocalypse, they had combined them all. They had combined the traditional Ragnarok with the Hellenic Olympian-Titan War, with the conflicts of the Aztec pantheons, with the Christian Revelation, with Kali the destroyer and Nyarlathotep riding atop Shrek, as an Easter-egg. The ultimate training simulation, so far only ten subjects had come out with their mind intact, the rest came out brutal monstrous killers, ready to be sent wherever they were needed. And the ultimate result of the simulation was always the end of that reality. 
 
 The world was n't ready. Not a single being was. When the wolf Fenris ate the sun and Quetzalcoatl burned the Eastern Seaboard, we fled. When Zeus and Thor clashed in an epic battle with their armies in London, most of Western Europe burned. Kali sent forth armies of dead from her Thuggie cult, and herself riding in the front of that army, she annihilated India. No one is really certain where Japan went, but occasionally some half-dead Japanese people come out from the mist around the place, screaming about hatters, a great and terrible fire destroying the land and dead men rising. North Korea tried to stop the black Horseman Famine, yet they did n't know he already resided in their midst. California, well we do n't talk about that place, what happened there is, well, just not right. Scandinavia is covered in ice, and pale creatures ride giant ice-spiders marshaling armies of the dead. New Zealand was where I fled, as a writer from Writing Prompts Inc. I was not welcome anywhere, but living as a shepherd in the mountains has its advantages. As I write now, I might be the last one of us left alive. 
 
 We all keep names secret, yet somehow they still found us. Lovewell got torn apart by rioters in Rome, shortly before Hel rose and slaughtered the place. One of the directors, Lexilogical, was sacrificed on Taiwan to deep dark creatures rising from the ocean floor, it was on a live stream. By god his screams haunt me still. Puns_are_lazy was executed in Brazil by firing squad, one of the better deaths. The guy known only as thisstorywillsuck wandered into the terrible fight between Amon-Ra and Ukko, that was the last time I saw him, wandering into Perth with a W54 nuclear bomb strapped to his back, never saw him again. The bomb did go off and forced the fighting deities to leave Australia for awhile, so at least he succeeded. Others just disappeared, heard rumors that Thoth was capturing some of us to write forever as punishment for our actions, who knows. Yet I think that I, ApocalypseOwl, might be the last surviving employee of Writing Prompts Inc. alive. Congratulations to me, I suppose. 
 
 All that from a single door left open at the wrong time. Yet I wont be around for others to capture or persecute, if you are reading this, I will finally have gone through with it, and have taken my own life. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
