He was amazingly intense, and as he lounged around his cool apartment, surrounded by his awesome possessions, it was very exciting to think that he didn’t have to go anywhere, he could just spend all his time reading and playing video games if he wanted.  He had so many things that he could do, that it was difficult to decide what to do next.  He started surfing the web looking for something to entertain him.  He caught sight of too many news articles, though, and he became very unhappy about the state of the world.  Since he had so much money, he knew that he should be plotting the overthrow of the current civilization.  He would have to do something to fuck with the minds of rich people, since they were the only ones who could really change things.  He would have to become rich himself in order to do it.  But he knew he couldn’t waste his time just trying to get money.  He had to have a target.

“Hello,” said a sultry yet snappy female voice, “I’m an angel of Mars.”

“Holy crap!” he shouted, and jumped back.  He could see the outline of a female form glowing in a strange, candelight-orange web of light.  She spread her vast wings and he could see them pass through the walls and ceiling — it was obvious that she existed in another dimension that was somehow superimposed over the physical world.  She seemed physically real, but she wasn’t limited to the place where he was.

“Don’t you remember that old poster, “Footsteps”, she said?  People used to show it to you all the time.”

“Yes, I remember.  You were always there and now you’re here.  I’m very glad to see you.  But all this energy is too intense!  I can’t handle it!  What am I supposed to do?  Can I go with you to another dimension?”

“I’m bringing the other dimension here.  That’s what this web is.”

“Okay, I’m out of ideas.  You do what you want.”

“There’s a great, evil octopus in the world Jason, and we have to fight it.”

“I assume you mean some kind of dark, astral thingy.”

“It’s a poison in the dream of humanity.  We have to divert the revenue streams to destroy it.”

“And how will we do that?  Will I get paid?”

“You’ll receive everything you desire, if you promise to work with me.”

“I promise.”

“Okay, get back on the web, I’m going to show you something.”

He turned back to his computer and put his hand on the mouse.  “What’s the address?”

Numbers began to flash on the screen.  “This is an experiment.  I’m over your computer.”  The screen came up with a picture of an old man.  He could hear that there was loud music playing.  He was performing a black magic ritual.  He had a young girl tied down on a crucifix in the center of a black magic pentacle, and he was having sex with her.  “He’s redirecting elemental forces, trying to undermine the structures of human consciousness and turn people into zombies.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s in an ancient underwater city.  We have to stop him.”