Mob woke up. A blurry, hazy smog surrounded him, suffocating him. Hacking and coughing, he stumbled out through a door. Throwing the cowskin flap open, he blundered outside, hit in the face by immense sunlight. He took a deep breath of pure air, gulping it down in frantic gasps. Then, when he took in his surroundings, he noticed just how beautiful this land was.

He was standing on top of a beautiful, shrub-rich coastline, casting it's gaze over an opal ocean. Large shoals of fish danced about in the shallows, light shimmering on their gills as their swam about. And, along the bright yellow sand of the beach, was a humble little fishing village, with children laughing and parents working. This truly was a glorious place, for a glorious person.

And yet a strange figure stood by him. Turning around, Mob witnessed a man whose like he never saw before. He wore clothes made of silk and gold, and in one hand he held a sceptre, and in the other a globe. But, strangest of all, he possessed an alien, rat-like tail, which protruded from his rear end.

"I see you have woken up, Mob" Spoke the figure, surely about to tell Mob something wise he needed him to know. "It's about fucking time, mate. I would've thought that all those candles and smoke would've woken you ages ago"

"What do you want from me?"

"I want nothing from you, only that you succeed in this life. I have decided to bring you back to the world of the living, a world full of new people to spread the word of Optimism. A world with no Lurking, or Mallock, or any of those ERC scum. A world where Funland shall prosper! I have bestowed upon you a new beginning, with what you want to do with it is your decision. These men will do your bidding, and no one elses." And with that he turned to walk away, off into the distance.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Shouted Mob after him

The figure turned around. "I'm going back behind the 4th Wall, where the rest of my kind spend there days. And, if you come across it one day, do not destroy it. A guy called Denny said not to do that?"

"Then why did you just break it?"

"I'm fucking God, I do what I want"

And with those wise words, the figure was gone. Mob was left by himself. The first thing he would do, he told himself, would be to instil a sense of happiness into these people.

My people.