.....you were a bored, depressed NSA stooge. You'd been putting up with ridiculous bullshit from fucked up politicos and goons for years. And you were way, way smarter than them. And one day...one day...a little light comes on....
There's five others in the Guild in the cubicle pigpen. Five other neterworld warriors, highly ranked.
Six pros.
The whispering campaign is started. "Muslim terrorists....gamers....mmug......secrets...keys....secret information..."
It ain't long before you, and the Guild is called into the director's office. The Director, who has used his powers of Surveillance to determine who in the thousands of faceless peons had the skills to go into this other world and fight for the American Way. The Director, who has (he thunk) came up with a New Idea to Root Out Evil and Enemies. The Op is Cosmic Level clearance, and the Six Warriors are commissioned with a new task: Go forth into that strange land, and fight the seen and unseen forces of evil. But report back, those with turbans. Report back, those who have the evil eye."
The Guild, man. Yeah, dude. We're in now. All day gaming. The best gear in the WORLD! And these fucking idiots are paying us for playing all day. Like, hey.....we even conned the jerkoffs into paying us combat pay! Like, I told them, I couldn't get into the game without some weed, you know how it is. So they put me over in the corner office and asked me to keep the door shut when I was smoking. Stoned all day, now. And free beer. Pizzas delivered right to us, man. We don't have to go out to get pizzas. Shit this is great! Fuck yeah!