Later, after all the talking and question-answering, Ian lay in his apartment, flipping through a book. He rubbed his eyes, flicked the lamp off and tried to sleep.<br/><br/>======<br/><br/>Where- Oh right. Deus. Ian rolled his shoulders, Deus was a figment of his imagination, an entity which only appeared in his dreams. The stature of the creature was, intimidating the least to say and he was absolutely non-existent. He sometimes wondered what caused him to dream up a strange creature, surely at his age he was still... He shook his head and stepped forward.<br/><br/>The god, Deus liked to refer to himself as that, turned to face him, "Welcome Ian. The meeting is starting."<br/><br/>Meeting? What meeting? As though Deus could read his mind, the god responded patiently, "A meeting for a game I thought up of."<br/><br/>"Game?" At moments this entity had the strangest personality and did completely unexpected things. Making games was new.