matter ejected, as from a volcano in eruption.
Everything splattered out at once. Jonah was sort of horrified by it, in the way one might be horrified by a friend kissing your sister, or a particularly large poo. Horrified in the sense that it was happening right in front of him, was definitely going to be life changing, but in that moment was intimately not real.
He hoped that one day, if his body ended up preserved like the people from Pompeii, they could pretend he died doing something cool. Like saluting, or saving a child’s life, or doing a moony. Playing World of Warcraft didn’t quite have that same impact. Bastille weren’t going to write a song about the kid who ignored the actively erupting volcano because there was a limited time event on a MMO, and he’d stolen his dad’s credit card to buy an unlimited data plan so his connection still worked. Bastille weren’t even going to make a parody song about that!
Jonah wondered if he was meant to be doing something else. It was pretty obvious everyone else thought so, but then, that didn’t mean they were right. Jonah thought grinding his level was about as useful as the running and screaming and hugging everyone else was doing, but while he had a few minutes of button mashing left he might as well think about it. Should he be hugging someone? What was that going to do? At least when Jonah died they could memorialise his WOW account, and future generations could admire his high level and rare tools. Bastille would have a hard time picking which hugging couple to sing their next song about. r/wowlegends wouldn’t have any trouble at all.