Blob burst through the doors of the guild. "Want to see this universe still standing? Get all your able fighters and follow me. Actually, anyone that can help."
The receptionist, skeptical, replied, "And why is that? I can't just give out men on the word of some guy with red skin."
"Fine." Blob activated his omnitool and contacted the Commander, having him convince the receptionist of the situation.
"Bah, Herobrine? Is this another prank, Commander?"
Blob pulled out his gun and pointed it at the receptionist's head. "Do I look like I'm pulling a prank? Contact the guild master and get help, or I blow your brains out so you guys chase me to the fight."
"Okay, okay! I'll get a line now."
A hologram of the guild master appeared on the front desk. "What is it now?" he demanded.
Blob replied, "There's an army full of god-knows-what on the way and I need reinforcements."
"And I should believe you... Why?"
"You have people watching around places. Contact them and see if any of them see anything."
"Fair enough, hold on."
The hologram disappeared with a *bwoop*. A few seconds later, the guild master reappeared.
"It seems that many of my men have disappeared, and those near them that are alive can't be understood over their panic. Fair enough, I'll send men. If this is a joke, tell the commander he has lost any support from us. If this is real, then I wish you luck. We're going to need it."
"Great. I'll be headed off. Oh, by the way, would anyone by chance know how to identify the signature on seals?"
The receptionist was about to speak up when a girl, about fifteen, came running up. "I can do it! Please, Mr. Kohnen? It's so boring around here!"
"Of course not! This is a serious matter, and we can't afford to risk you being the reason millions die!"
"He's right. Now, who else can identify them?" Blob continued.
Kohnen replied, "Well... Actually, anyone else who can identify seals is actually on a trip elsewhere. It would take them days to get here. I can have them go to the palace upon arriving if you wish."
"I'm not sure if I have that much time."
"Oh, please, let me go! I need to practice outside of school anyways!" the girl, replied.
"No, Tari. It's too dangerous."
"You could send some men to guard her if needed," Blob proposed.
The receptionist thought, then accepted. "It is still your duty to protect her though. There will be Nether to pay if you let the guild master's daughter die!"
The guild master's daughter? Interesting.
"Fine. Tari, get your bodyguards so we can go. We don't have time to waste."
"Yes, sir!" Tari enthusiastically shouted.
"And cut the shouting crap. I don't need a head ache from you yelling in my ear."
"Yes, sir," Tari whispered, and ran off to get some help.
Well, this is just grand.
Changing now.]
