[ WP ] Video games come to life and everyone is the game character of the game they 've played the most in today 's society .

It happened overnight. Billions of people showered, brushed their teeth, and went to sleep, just like any other day. But in the morning, the world was a different place. 
 
 I hardly noticed it at first. Stumble out of bed, slap the alarm clock so it shuts up, then into the bathroom for a shower. Housecoat on it's hook, hot-enough-to-make-me-wonder-if-I'm-a-masochist shower, and then I reach for a towel. Now, I'm not very observant in the morning, so I thought nothing of the weight of my housecoat. 
 Then I went outside to get the mail. 
 I sprinted back inside and slammed the door, turning the deadbolt. `` What the hell did I drink last night,'' I muttered to myself. 
 Moving along the wall towards my window, currently covered by drapes, I parted them the tiniest amount and looked outside. It was true. There was a small skeleton in a hoodie strolling through the street, whistling a tune. 
 After a moment, I recognized him, and let out a nervous laugh. 
 `` Oh, phew. It's just a costume. I really need some coffee...'' 
 I peeked out the window, just to make sure. It was a beautiful costume, really, but the detail had caught me by surprise. Taking the time to appreciate it, I noticed all the little things that made up the character. Baggy sweats, blue eye... I could just imagine all the `` skele-puns'' they could tell. I laugh off my fear, and go to make myself some toast. 
 That's when I notice that my housecoat is n't my housecoat. 
 I'm wearing robes. 
 At first, I only felt confusion. Then, slowly, it dawned on me. 
 `` Oh. No, no way...'' 
 I ran back outside, both yearning for and dreading what I hoped and feared to be true. 
 All around me, video game characters from every genre were slowly waking up, and most were reacting the same way I had this morning - with various amounts of shock, awe, and generally a lot of hysterical laughing. Or maybe that was just the demonic jesters. 
 As the skeleton I saw earlier tried to drink something from a red bottle, only to have it fall right through them, I realized something. I do n't just look like my character, I am them! 
 I realized I had to find my friends. I was certain not all of them would have as familiar a shape as I. Figuring out who was who was going to be a problem, though. I went back inside, and started calling my friends, and arranged a meeting. I wanted to make sure every was okay, but curiosity was just as strong a reason for what I did. I'd always wondered what games my friends played when we were n't playing together. I hung up the phone on the last person on my list, and headed out the door. 
 
 Walking down the street, I began to feel very uncomfortable. I never realized that so many people in my neighbourhood were into such dark games. I spotted a few weary-looking kids searching the alleyways for food, only to run away screaming at the figures that emerged from the shadows moaning `` graaaainsss....'' A few piles of ashes adorned doorsteps, and I winced. Those guys never say it coming. As I picked up my pace, avoiding the Van Helsings and many forms of your run-of-the-mill demon, I realized that this might not be as great as I first thought. 
 I reached the park where I'd told everyone to meet. There were about seven of us in all. Familiar faces turned to me, but not those of my friends. We all stood there for a moment, trying to guess who was who. 
 After a long pause, the zombified man on metallic crab legs spoke up. 
 `` Well, at least I can Hyper Kinetic Position Reverser myself back out of the friendzone now.'' 
 Everyone burst out laughing, and we knew who he was now. It seemed our voices stayed the same, so that identified Mick. 
 `` Hey everyone,'' I said, once the laughter subsided. `` This sure is an interesting situation we've got ourselves in. 
 We got all our introductions finished, and only a few things surprised me. As soon as the girl Diana started to speak, I regretted the looks I had been giving her. 
 `` M-M-Michael?!'' I spluttered. 
 `` Yes.'' He looked at me in dismay. `` I'm a hot white chick, Simon. Is n't this a dream come true?'' 
 I blushed furiously, and tried, rather unsuccessfully, to stop anyone from noticing. Jokes were made at my expense. 
 Once almost everyone's character-person identity was established, everyone turned to me. 
 `` So... I just noticed,'' Angela, who was Nami, started. `` Most of us play League, and our characters make sense for the most part, except for,'' and she gave Noah a dirty look, `` some people that apparently play more DOTA 2 than they should, and you, Simon. I really ca n't tell who you are.'' Everyone else muttered their agreement. 
 `` Come on, guys, ca n't you tell? I'm the summoner!'' 
 No one spoke. 
 `` Really? No one reads the lore?'' 
... 
 I sighed. `` Whatever.'' Then I perked up. `` I may not be pretty cool on my own, but...'' I pulled a crytal orb out of my robes. `` You guys are Champions, and I'm the summoner. So that means that I can control you guys!'' 
 I put my hands on the orb and tried to connect to Michael. 
 ``... I do n't really feel anything,'' said Diana. `` Are you sure that thing's on?'' 
 Words started to pour out of my mouth with the ease of years of practice, but I had never heard those words before this moment. I felt a power surge through me, and a blinding light came down from the clouds, materialzing in front of me. As the light coalesced into an increasingly recognizable, and increasingly frightening shape, I realized that things were about to go very wrong, very fast...
