‘The Otherworldly Treasure Hunt’

Before getting snatched, Bob had been just finishing up with his own boring mundane job for the day. So, naturally when, suddenly for no apparent reason, he found himself closing his eyes, he knew something was off. Even with his eyes closed he still could feel himself standing up but that was the thing- he swore he was sitting down literally a minute before.

Pondering his situation, he found that neither the need to breathe, nor the similarly constant craving for Chick-Fil-A that followed him throughout the workday, was present.

He didn’t think he was at his mundane job anymore. Something was wrong

His eyes shot open in shock. What caught his attention was the sign stretching about the curious space that he was in, its gaudy design immediately reminding him of his company’s logo. That same logo he had grown to despise, but had nowhere near the authority to change. Well, he didn't have any authority, but he could order for a cofee!

His eyes started to quickly search around, eager to gather any details, but before he could begin to really scan the empty landscape, he saw a mysterious figure forming under that exuberant banner.

Coiling like ghostly cobras, tendrils of fogy material collided, twisting into a vaguely humanoid shape.

Prieviously, Bob had spent the day bouncing around phone calls, well... Jan called him up to office early and he stayed late so... really it was almost two days, on top of that he thinks she was still annoyed at him from that time he accidentally ordered food to the office on the weekend... Essentially, he was ready to get his dose of extramundane.

“Uh… so why did you bring me here?” he murmured lightly in the direction of the mercurial figure, his enthusiasm just barely coming through his hesitant cadence.

Partially ignoring him “Welcome, you have been randomly selected to take part in the Otherworldly treasure hunt.” it started, raising a misty arm to point towards the sign above.

"Okay-"

“The first person to acquire the Grand Treasure will be able to return home while the rest will remain in the Otherworld” it continued, interupting Bob, its voice causing fear to dance the edge of Bob’s wonder at the contents of the its prose, yet still it managed to pull Bob's intrigue further forward.

“and you cannot refuse” it added eerily like a botched recording, aside from causing him to release an imperceptible flinch, doing nothing in denting Bob’s impervious confidence.

“Before you are teleported to the Otherworld, what will your starting weapon be?” it said, its voice once again returning to the toneless but much more human cadence it used earlier.

Bob’s eyes darted around excitedly as if expecting to see pedestals of various weapons emerge from the mist below but nothing came and nothing else was said.

Bob realised what was going on.

Although his eyes stopped darting around, the stirred look on his face didn’t dissipate.

If he was right did that mean he could pick any weapon? Master Sword? BFG?

The possibilities were endless, yet only one weapon was on this man’s mind and it was mankind’s strongest weapon.

“The Nuke “

……

When Bob came to, he was pretty ecstatic.

Right after he stated his weapon, he realised that the ‘treasure hunt game-master thing’ might just drop him off with a live nuke, but considering he wasn’t hot nuclear mist, he was optimistic.

Looking around, he tried to find something but all he found was that he was completely surrounded by trees. Plotless verdure, towering oaks: no otherworldly treasures, to be more precise.

Well, he was not one to be deterred by wilderness, but just as he was going to look for his nuclear missile launcher, a bizzare reaction occured in his brain. An odd sensation flew across his brain, like a series of switched had been flipped. That was when he saw it for the first time.

Treasure Interface Item: The Nuke Cooldowns:

days:hours:minutes:seconds:miliseconds

(Nuclear Missle Strike)261,873:23:57:27:662 Abilities: Nuclear Missle Strike

Nuclear Missle Strike

Summons and targets a Nuclear Missle towards a target area

Ability cooldown: 261, 874 days

...Bob pondered very intently on the contents of the screen.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck”He then screamed very loudly, startling the nearby wildlife.