Deus Ex Machina
Chapter Six - Maybe Vampires Is A Bit Strong, But…

Since the world suffered its catastrophic supernatural ordeal, vampire covens had successfully run for and attained legitimate political party status, and currently governed ninety percent of the suburban neighbourhoods in the country. Their superhuman speed made them unparalleled at filling out the mountains of bureaucratic paperwork required to be a politician, making them the most efficient governing body in the world. This also gave them an unfair advantage in games of reflex like Post-Modern Warfare. Morgoth Guthrie was one such politician/avid video game enthusiast/creature of the night. As he hung upside down from the ceiling of his well-lit multimedia room pwning n00bs, he idly considered ways in which he could make the game more challenging, but ultimately decided that it was up to the developers. A tall vampire in a tailored suit entered the room silently and pulled the power cord out of the wall. “Hey! I was doing really well,” Morgoth shouted, gliding from the ceiling to stand near his press secretary. “Why do you hate fun, Jerry? You don’t have to be gloomy when you live forever. Happiness is a choice, bro.”

“Morgoth, there are two teenagers here to see you,” Jerry replied, handing the power cord to Morgoth. “Less time filing, please, more time considering solutions to the community’s issues. There are still mad potholes from that fight with the mole people that you need to find money in the budget for. Oh, and the city has been reduced to a fine dust by space invaders.”

“Duh, Jerry! What do you think I’m wearing this headset for? We only discuss very important topical issues when we’re playing!” Morgoth replied.

“Sorry sir, online gaming has changed a lot from when I was young. Used to be people exchanged insults of increasing offensiveness. Some people were real innovators, you should’ve heard some of the shit they said.”

“Give me a history lesson later! Show the kids in.” Jerry glided backwards through the door without taking his gaze off Morgoth. Dude gives me the creeps, Morgoth thought. Jesse and November entered.