"What the fuck are you looking at?" Said one of the men to Rena after he caught her staring at his gun "I'll show you a REAL big gun later." 

The other men, hearing this, said nothing as they forced us along through more dimly lit hallways. I heard tortured screams coming from somewhere, and gunshots in another direction. Had terrorists captured us?

Then, I noticed something about the mercs. The power armor, despite the low levels of light, I noticed were white. And I saw the insignia on one merc's armor: A snake wrapped around a money sign. 

When I first started role playing, I created a company of mercenaries and supernatural research. They had technological advancements nobody had as of yet figured out, such as power armor. They also had knowledge of, and even made deals with, mages and vampires, even allowing them into their ranks. A company called Maniacles Corporation. 

And now I knew where I had seen these men before. I knew them when I envisioned them in my own head.

What the fuck? Was it coincidence?

As I came to this realization, however, just as we were coming into a room with who must be the commander. There was some kind of high tech computer embed in the wall, a map spread over a table, desk with a computer in the corner next to a water cooler, and the big snake and cash symbol on the wall opposite the computer.

"We have a new batch of idiots." Said one of the mercs to the commander, who was sitting at the table and drinking coffee. He was an upper middle aged man, though fit, with bigger arms than me back when I used to work out 6 days a week and drink creatine. He set his coffee down and walked up to us, giving a sigh.

"I swear, they get pussier and more out of shape every time." Said the commander "I don't know where any of you are from, who you are, and I don't care. This world is not what you remember, so I will be straight with you: you're being drafted. Don't bitch about it either, thats doing you a favor."