Closing the lid on my laptop I sighed with relief. I had just finished uploading the next chapter on my story and just in time to as I could hear someone knocking on my door.

"Oi Thomas come on we have to go now if we want to reach this cosplay event on time!" I could hear the familiar voice of my friend Ethan Smith shout from outside.

"Yeah Yeah let me get into my suit!" I shouted back, sliding off the side of my bed and moving over to where it hung. With help from Ethan and my other friend Oliver Dunn we made the Arctic survival suit from Dead Space 3, we even got a few LED's and coloured glass for the visor slices. All in all it looked a hell of a lot like the game version. Only difference being the small emblem I have put on the shoulder; it was a references to the group in Metal Gear Solid, FOXHOUND. On a cool side note I'm part of a clan called FOXHOUND.

But how could I hardly forget I haven't introduced myself yet! My name is Thomas Fletcher, some know me as Wretched Spectre. A writer on and a gamer. I'm not too tall, only 5ft 12in and while I have broad shoulders I'm not in perfect shape but I'm getting there. Slowly.

As I pulled the helmet onto my head I could not help but smirk, I liked keeping my hair short as it stops it from being caught on things and so putting this helmet on was easy.

Now to address why I am talking to you, yes you not that girl behind you or the man who lives next to you. I am what some people might call insane, not to the point when I'm sectioned in an insane asylum but enough that I think that I'm in a story being written by a guy with the same name as me as he has no idea how to come up with new and interesting names. Depressing comment about myself can be ticked off for the day.

Reaching over to my wrist I pressed a few button and the LED's in the helmet lit up casting a blue hue over my messy apartment. Kicking a few clothes into a corner I was ready to go. Striding over to the door I opened it.

"Well you look ready" Ethan commented leaning against the opposite wall. While I was going in my arctic survival suit Ethan was Dante from Devil May Cry, no not that bad one, Devil May Cry 4. We even made him replica's of Ebony and Ivory.

"I'm always ready" I chuckled noticing a box covered in wrapping paper beside him. "What's that?"

"Open it and find out" He replied mysteriously, wiggling his fingers like he was trying to be a ghost.

Shrugging and picking up the box I slowly pulled the wrapping off the box revealing... a brown cardboard box, looking at him he motioned for me to continue. So I obliged and was greeted with a beautiful sight.

"Is this..." I trailed off picking the object out of the box

"Yup, a replica of a pulse rifle in Dead Space" He chuckled "Thought you should have one too if I'm going to have replica of Dante's weapons"

The weight on it was, while heavy, felt perfect. Holding the trigger down I could not stop a small cackle of delight as the barrels actually span around.

"Dude where did you get this!?" I exclaimed, shouldering the rifle and facing Ethan

"A friend of mine does this kind of thing daily so I asked for a favor and he accepted" Ethan smiled before pushing me down the hall "Now come on we have a cosplay event to get to!"

Nodding I started running down the hall, Ethan hot on my heels when something felt wrong. A sudden screeching sound rang out and the floor below me felt light all of a sudden. I managed to turn and push Ethan backwards before it collapsed under me, I could faintly hear him shouting my name but I knew it was futile. I lived pretty high up so I won't have a snow ball's chance in hell to survive this. I could already see the title in the news paper "Part of apartment block falls, many missing and dead"

I failed to see the portal open up under me as I fell, taking both me and a load of rubble with it.