C.O.G had once again come home from another damn day of dealing with people. People who enjoyed more then anything, to argue about the damn price of butter. A simple grocery clerk as a supermarket. His life was pretty much dull and mundane as the day was long. How he wish he could just raise alittle hell. Break the chains of minimal wage. Then, he realized how would he pay his bills? Education was out of the question. Could he maybe max out another credit card? He shrugged as he entered into his room, and fell flat on his bed. He knew life was always filled with struggle. There had been no doubt in this, but sometimes. He wanted more, anything, maybe even a little power.<br/><br/>"Ok, lets see. What to play?" He said a moment later as he was steering at his console. Most of the games he had were generic shooters, fantasy based, and even several boring sandbox games. Where he could "defeat evil and save the day." What if he didn't want to save the day? What about just blowing up an monastery, or lighting fire to a village with innocent farmers? Oh right! You could not perform such actions in those games. It's consider evil, and bad. Blah Blah, he could end up becoming a real bad guy, and imitate what he sees. right? He smirked, and turned the power button on to his console...Bad idea. The television twisted into a purpleish glow, and with his finger still planted on the power button. C.O.G found himself transported to a world unlike any he has ever seen before.<br/><br/>He was not sure how long he had been out, or where he was to be exact. All he knew is he had the biggest hangover. "...Where the **** am I?" C.O.G stated as he opened his eyes.  What was this strange new world around him, and why did he feel like he was dressed in a metal suit? "...What the **** am I wearing?" He had been indeed wearing a suit of metal, but it was not just the suit. "Master is awake! Master!" Came the high pitch voices of small creatures whom crawled all around him. "We had hoped you wake up, oh how we had hoped!" C.O.G glared. " I am not in Kansas anymore, am I?" He asked. The minions all around him laughed, and heckled. "No not in Kansa master, certainly not in Kansas!" He glared at the creatures. "Do any of you wretched filth have a mirror or something for me?" The creatures giggled, and dragged him to a nearby stream. The sun's reflection off the water brought him the mirror image he wanted. As he peered down into the water. He could get a good look at who he was, and as he did. He let out a deep roar of laughter. The wretched horde in which surrounded him. Let out their own laughter. The Overlord had finally arrived.