“It’s the end of the world,” the man sitting beside me says. He’s young, a few decades older than I. His skin is tanned, his arms strong and crossed over his chest.

“It’s the end of the world,” the woman across from him repeats. Her dress is flashy and low-cut, her make-up badly applied, her shoes high-heeled and glittery.

“They’ll kill us all,” the woman, possibly the first woman’s sister, mutters. She looks frightened out of her wits, her eyes wide and her face pale in the flickering light. She wears loose, simple garments, the colors darkened by shadow and bleached by the three candles about the circle.

“We must save ourselves,” a man demands. I cannot see him, but his voice is deep and authoritative.

“It’s the end of the world,” the teen across from me mumbles. I look up, clench my fists, close my eyes.

“It’s the end of the world,” I repeat dutifully. The words burn my throat, tumble from my lips, fill the dark room. I bite my tongue gently.

“Welcome to the game, youngling.” The leader, a bald man who looks like he has a human far back in his ancestry, nods at me proudly from the center of the circle. He steps toward me. My shoulder jerks like I might turn away, but I don’t. I want to get out of here, I want to go, but I’m not allowed to leave.

No one is allowed to leave until the game is over.

“Congratulations, Alenei,” he whispers in my ear.

No one is allowed to live until the game is over.

((This is open to Horde and Alliance, but Alliance can't play the game.

The idea I've had for this is that this is a mind game, a strategy game, in Silvermoon. It's a group of people playing a game where the world has ended. "They" have come. People are dying and fighting for their lives.

They think that it's a game.

It isn't.

Something has tapped into the people playing the game. Some of them believe it's real, or play so well they feel like it is at points. That power is being used to free the surviving Old Gods. The game has to be stopped before the world really does end. However, the door is locked from the inside, there are no windows, and the same power that's freeing the Old Gods prevents the door from being blasted, cracked, forced, or battered open.

This would be a little bit silly if it was real, so it's not realistic- this doesn't happen anywhere out of the post. It's a bit crappy, so if you have a better idea, say something.))