[ WP ] On the same day that scientists discover proof of infinite , parallel universes , you receive a package that is addressed to `` Myself ... Sort of . ''

**One** 
 
 The Orc platoon was moving quickly, spreading out as they staggered behind the knight at closer and closer ranges. 
 The panting knight's vision remained fixated ahead, inferring the growing danger from their footsteps, twigs snapping underfoot, and the guttural grunts and roars which seemed to almost wet his neck with their slobbering howls. The princess in his arms squealed with terror as one hurled a hand axe which the shinning man ducked under at the last second. `` Enough is enough'' he thought, as they entered a sun-bathed clearing, in a moment he placed the maiden at the foot of a royal oak and spun around to face the beasts. He counted five Orcs and chuckled briefly at the one who he now saw had an arrow comically sticking out of an eye socket. The battle lasted seconds, with a glint of light the knight drew his silver sword and sliced three of the orcs with a seemingly single blow that left their bodies to freeze upright then slide in half lazily revealing the perfect cut made through their waists. 
 
 `` God I love that.'' He muttered. 
 
 Then in a second streak, he swung the sword in a twisting arc which took the sword and attached arm of an advancing Orc, finally throwing the blade like a javelin straight through the last green face's open maw. 
 After retrieving the blade he walked back to the tree where the beautiful woman in silk leapt to her feet. 
 
 `` My Hero! You have saved me from the horde, now come! Live with me as royalty in the castle!'' 
 Removing his visor the knight looked up to see two flashing prompts above the fair maiden's face 
 
 [ Kiss Princess ] | [ Confront ] 
 
 As the knight cocked his head for the kiss and the screen narrowed to a letterbox Jonathan snapped the gaming device shut, and tossed it on the couch. 
 
 He already knew what came next, he thought as he stood up, walked to the kitchen, and opened the pantry. He had kissed the princess so he would now have to escort her for a few more levels back to the castle, wherein he would be accepted as royalty but would soon have his morals tested as he learned of the bloody acts the dictatorship took to keep their power. Eventually being forced by the game to kill the mad King. 
 
 He grabbed a ceramic bowl from the top shelf and a box of'Krispy Krunch' from the lowest. 
 
 It was not despite this plot knowledge that he had kissed the princess but because of it; for if he had confronted her with his knowledge of the murderous dictatorship he would then have to fight a quicktime-induced battle with her to avoid being stabbed, a fight which could only end in her death and his attacking the castle not from within the royal family but from outside the gates and through the creation of a people's rebellion. 
 
 A bit of the cereal missed the bowl and scattered along the counter-top. 
 
 `` Choice is funny that way'' Jonathan mused as he splashed milk over the pile of yellow flakes, `` Sometimes it's just a pretty way of getting to the same ending.'' 
 
 And that was when the doorbell rang. 
 
 
 

