The call of Elven trumpets sends a delicious thrill running through my muscles. This is the moment we’ve been waiting for—the Ring Wraiths have been engaged by our wizards, and Mordor’s flyers and warbeasts have all been bought low or neutralized. I’m among the bowmen that are giving cover to our assault climbers as they clamber steadily up the ramparts. Suddenly we see a thin, cloaked figure among the Orcs throw back its hood. My fellow archers are transfixed by the visage of Middle Manager, who also goes by the name of The Shadow Nerd. He rears back and begins chanting the need to “streamline,” and “think outside the box.” A dull look slackens the faces of my fellow bowmen, and they let the tension run from their strings as they de-nock their arrows. Middle Manager’s voice grows stronger—an evil blast of lightless office-speak that saps our will to live. One of the archers screams that he can’t take it, grasps two upturned arrows, then slams his head down on ’em, gouging out his eyeballs. Horror upon horrors, I look down at my own hands and see two upturned arrows—I’m about to do the same damn thing. Suddenly an old scroll tumbles from my battle-gear and the top of it reads ECHO: A TALE OF CYBORGS AND BADASSES. Magic flash. A hand breaks through the heavens and reaches down to encircle Middle Manager, who yells in protest and tries to push himself out from the hand’s giant fingers. No use. It squeezes until his head pops like a pimple, wipes the nerd-blood off against one of the parapet walls, and withdraws back to the clouds.
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