[ WP ] A stranger approaches you and points a gun to your head . `` I 'm sorry , but we will explain everything at the reset . Hopefully we 'll have a fighting chance now that we have you ... '' He pulls the trigger .

`` I'm sorry, but we'll explain everything at the reset,'' the Russian pulls out a handgun and points it at my face. 
 
 `` Wait, what are you --'' 
 
 `` Hopefully we'll have a fighting chance now that we have you...'' he mutters. 
 
 `` I do n't under --'' 
 
 He pulls the trigger. 
 
 I catch the bullet. 
 
 Yeah, you heard me right. 
 
 I catch a piece of fucking nine-millimeter lead fired by an MP-433 Grach at 1470 feet per second *with my hand. * 
 
 Wait, how did I know all that? 
 
 I look down at my palm, and the bullet resting gently on it. 
 
 It's unscathed. 
 
 Before me, the Russian takes off his hat and places it to his chest. 
 
 `` Welcome back, Ozzy.'' 
 
 `` First off, what the fuck was that? And second off, my name's not Ozzy...'' 
 
 The memories flood back in. A gentle, swishing grass field, and the Roman legions about to march on it. Warriors, clad in leather and on horses, yell war cries as they ride through the Mongolian steppe. The crackle, the hiss of cannons and muskets as they whiz past my face. 
 
 *I am Ozymandias, king of kings. * 
 
 `` Look upon my works, ye mighty,'' I continue. 
 
 `` And despair,'' finishes the Russian, `` I am at your service, sir.'' 
 
 `` Magnificent,'' my voice is deeper now, like the purr of a big cat or the rumble of artillery in the distance, `` Grigori, we are going to take over the world.'' 
 

