I remember the day I saw him, Nisobee. I was busy with hordes of zombies and wearing my Roamin helmet with somewhat of pride, but it was blocking my vision as I was missing all of the monsters jumping towards me.
"I'm almost out of holy water!" I screamed at the top of my lungs with cuts and bruises all around me. Then he came and worm-holed everyone from on top of me. And so lead me to the shrine where I topped up on holy water
"Thanks"
"No prob bob"
As he ran back into the battle I stood and stared and appreciated how he saved my life. And maybe even a bit more than that.
