He sat down in the depths of his man cave and cooked up many ideas. Every night his nightmares would come to reality and trouble him on the white digital canvas that lay on the screen of his laptop.
He sat there typing away while the storm brewed up hatred and darkness in the distance. The horizon turned blood red–signaling the dawn of a new era. It was a new beginning–it was the inception of an idea that slowly grew inside his mind, eventually eating at him with every word he typed. He finally immersed himself into his very own story–never to know the difference between reality and fiction.