To paraphrase MovieBob: Picture this, your walking down a dark and miserable street on a dark and miserable day, a sudden sense of the familiar comes over you and as you stop to take note of your surroundings, your struck by the realization that your standing in front of the house you grew up in. And when I mean the house you grew up in, I mean precisely that. Its painted the way it used to be, your treehouse is still there, and dads car is in the driveway. That asshole who moved in after you isnt living there and before you can get your bearings, you hear an unmistakeable sound coming from the backyard. "It can't be!" you tell yourself, but your legs are already moving. You dash to the yard and take one look and fall to your knees in total astonishment, in defiance and all know logic of this world or the next, you dog is alive again. Part of you wants to know whats going on, part of you doesn't really care, your just indiscribably happy. Just then there is a sound from the bushes, you turn and swallow hard and expect something bad to happen, but instead, a intelligent-looking man in glasses springs forth and announces himself as the creator of this magical place. He makes known his ability and intention to maintain and perserve it however often and however long you may wish him to. In compensation he asks only for a mere $50 a year so he can continue to finance the production of niche market video game consoles and a secure online service. Before he can continue, or answer his terms your attention is drawn to the near horizon. Over it you can hear the gnashing of teeth and the stomping of hooves; an army is approaching. A dark army representing everything corrupt and painful and dark outside your newly found oasis. Without a word passing between the two of you, you come to understand the stakes. Without the intelligent man with glasses not here to protect this place where everything that was once good and right in the world remains unspoiled, it will fall to this army of evil. If he doesn't stop them, they will burn your childhood home to the ground and kill your dog and prop up his corspe as a grotesque puppet show. As proof of this, your eyes are drawn to what is left of the Sony house across the street. Given that, given all that, wouldn't you give the intelligent man in glasses the $60 a year, hell, would it really be odd to find yorself swearing allegiance to this great man and his holy mission?