Novella. It's 1999. James and his friends just want to drink a few beers, maybe talk to some girls, and play their favourite shooter on home-made augmented reality goggles. They didn't mean to mess with ancient magic. They didn't mean to summon a mute space marine with Schwarzenegger's tact and Stallone's fashion sense.
But they did.
Short fiction. Chrissy runs a joint that's mostly a bowling alley. Dayle likes Mills and Boon, and collecting souls. Singhe has been hunting devils too long. They won't all be leaving Brandon, Texas.
