Writing Prompt

I’m John.

John-from-IT.

That’s how I introduce myself.

I used to be a superhero.

Figuratively speaking.

Locked out of your email?

I’m right here.

Keyboard on fire?

I’ll give that a go.

Accidentally deleted that report that’s due this afternoon because you’re a fucking moron?

You’re gonna love me.

What’s that, Karen-from-Accounting?

That virus is back and you need me to come sort you out again?

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Everything started the day a tall stone gate appeared in the middle of Manhattan.

It stood as tall as a small building, it’s pillars as thick as a school bus. Wrapped around these pillars were vines unnaturally green that emitted a thin purple mist. And inside this gateway was a translucent purple screen.

Nobody quite knew what to do about it. Nobody dared to enter, of course. Fear of the unknow...