[ WP ] A portal to a fantasy-like land opens in the middle of New York City and exiles start coming through .

How about Bruce, picking through the dumpster for some delicious Italian leftovers. His skin looks like it's never even heard of water, his hair unkempt to say the least. He diligently digs the trash pile in hopes of gourmet. The sweat from his forehead glistens in the sun like a rabid dog about to attack a small child. Damn it is hot here in the NYC this time of year. Bruce's dirty attire loosely clings to his sticky, dirt layered skin. His stench could be felt for miles, meaning that if you were to get your nose within millimeters of an unwashed butthole, Bruce would still smell so bad, you'd have to hang your head and break out the the peppermint oil in hopes that your nose was not broken and you still had the ability to smell. There he was, happily dunking himself into the ocean of trash that lay inside the garbage can. All of the sudden, he hears some huge sound. A thunderous crash and boom, followed by a blinding flash of light and smoke before him, an opaque staircase leading up into the orange and blue tinted, cloud covered sky presented itself outside the rust covered, dented up dumpster. After Bruce shit and pissed his hole ridden jogging pants, he took a deep breathe and studied the stairs. Were they just for him? Where did the come from and such? The only way to find out, Bruce fell out of the dumpster and staggered up the stairs. When he got halfway up, he paused. He could hear the faint sound of a choir. The sound was so beautiful and unlike anything he had ever heard before. He could n't help but take the next step up the brightest gold and illuminated florescent white crystal stairs anyone was ever meant to see. Ben looked up from his pile of smashed meatloaf. He could see the last footstep of his best friend ascend into the ribbons of clouds above his head. He dropped his dinner and yelled for the nearby Stinking Jim to have a look before slowly climbing the staircase for himself.
