Norville was enjoying himself.

His apartment had slipped even further into chaos.  Greasy pizza boxes now littered the carpet.  Flies had taken up permanent residence over the garbage. The curtains were kept closed.  The place had the feel of a cave.  And a in this cave was a monster.

He had not reported to work in days. He had not even logged into World of EverFantasy. He stayed in his apartment and summoned creatures.

He had discovered early on that he could sense the creatures he summoned.  If he concentrated, he could see through their eyes.  And with a bit of effort he could take over their bodies.

But each creature he summoned drew energy from him. He was becoming a shadow of his former self.  His skin hung in loose flaps.  His eyes had sunken in and the surrounging skin had turned a dark mixure of khaki and olive.  His hair had lost all hope of being clean again and had gathered itself into random greasy clumps.  His clothing was covered from end to end with food stains and grease.

He needed to thing of something that would carry its own energy.  Something he could call on, but it would be strong enough to bring itself accross.

He struggled to get up.  His muscles were stiff and sore.  He managed to stagger over to the bookshelf.  In the bookshelf was his bible. His necronomicon.  The Official Strategy Guide to World of EverFantasy.

He started flipping through its well thumbed pages.