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Subject: The Story of Bungie.net - A fanfic by littlerat

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I wasn't sure were to put this, but I put it in the septagon since it kinda had something to do with the site.

And sorry for the wall of text. I was tired and couldn't be bothered to parigraphify it. There's also a few spelling errors, as I did this in note pad.

Please note that all of what you are about to read is entirely fictional

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The Story of Bungie.net

Once upon a time, there was a little web master, who was easy on the eye to look at, and didn't smell of a thousand used napies. One day, however, little web master stumbled into his fathers wine celar. BUNGIE.NET WAS FORMED! Little web master is no more little web master, but is now THE web master. A few months later, he found a closet. A mysterious new land of dark and drunken places opened up to him as he opened the closet's door. He stepped in, and the door swiftly, but quickly, shut on him, and locked itself. The server was quiet, not a change in site, apart from the "apprentaces" that came in to make it seam active. Now, legend has it, that a few years later, the closet was unlocked! Achronos, who had taken over since the web masters disapearance, discovered that the closet was empty! He then checked the massive wine cellar that was down stairs, 3rd door on the left. The place was a desert. Not one wine bottle with one drop of its precious liquid inside. Not one beer keg sucked dry. One mug was left on the floor beside the table near the door. There was an incription on it. Achronos picked it up, and read, "The Web Master". He had a bad feeling, and quickly rushed back to the closet. It was closed. Locked. He tried to open it with all his might, but failed miserably. He used all he could use to open the door. Paddles, Duel Shotguns, Grenade launches, all failing to open, yet alone dent the closet. Achronos went back down to the cellar, and picked up the mug. A bottle of wiskey was sitting next to it. It wasn't there before. He filled the mug a 7th of the way up, and took a sip. He quickly put the glass down as he noticed something on the bottom of the mug. It was a code. A password. Achronos didn't know what it was for. He tried it on everything. Bank accounts, Game Sites, every little thing that required a password. Except one place. Achronos ran as fast as he could upstairs, ran into the cubicle where the bungie.net server was based. He pressed enter. A massive loggin screen appeared before him. He selected the user field, and slowly typed. The. Web. Master. He tabbed to the next field. His fingers trembled as he pushed the keys to resemble the code he found. He moved the mouse over the OK button. The sound of all the outside noises from all the background work in the offices made this simple mouse click unheard. He thought to try again, when all-of-a-sudden, the screen fell black. A big, white, connecting... glared at him right in the face. Exactly 7 seconds had passed on this screen, when suddenly, it just dissapeared. He was in! Access to all of bungie.net's infrustructer! An executable file made itself apparent. Big, capitalised letters, almost looking like it was yelling at Achronos to execute it. He did what he thought was best, and opened the file. The screen fell black. Again. However, this time, there was no connecting message. Just a flashing cursor in the top left corner of the screen. One by one, it moved to the right, revealing a new character on the screen. It read, "It's time for a change...". The blackness dissapeared from the screen, and returned to the server window. But something was different. Something, not good. One by one, each file was getting deleted. First the main page, followed by the rest. Achronos tried in all his power to stop the files from deleteing themselves, but they just kept erazing. In a state of shock, Achronos was thinking he was gona be in some deep trouble if anyone noticed the lack of a site. He quickly put up a closed for matenance sign for the home page, and worked late into the night. The morning arose, and the stench of soiled pants filled the complex. Hours of non-stop, solid, no snack or toilet break, working had produced a work of art. It was a masterpiece in all it's glory. The usability was simply awesome. The interaction with a world of a community. It was... Bungie.net.

A couple of years later, Achronos was going about his daily business. He saw a glimmer of movement in one of his moniters. It was a live feed of what was happening in the room with the closet. He looked over, and he dropped the mug, the web masters mug, smashing into oblvion on impact to the ground. The door was open. Achronos backed up the tape, and examined, frame by frame, what was going on. It was so fast. Only two frames caught the action. The first one of when the door was opening. Four fingers were visable, clasped around the door. The next frame was a blur. What appeared to be a gorilla, with a hat, half way out of the door to the room, going for the stairs. Achronos ran down to the cellar in the blink of an eye. Devestation. Utter devestation. Beer and whiskey bottles scattered throughout the cellar, all dry as they had been taken into a vacume. He looked down to his left again, and found a new mug, along with another bottle of wiskey. Achronos filled it again. A new code appeared. He quickly rushed back upstairs back to the computer, and accessed the server again. He typed in the username, along with the old password. Pressed enter. ACCESS DENIED! Shocked, Achronos tried again, just incase he made a typo. ACCESS DENIED! He typed in the new password. The screen fell black, just like it did those couple of years ago. The connecting message soon filled the screen with a bright whiteness that glared straight at him. The 7 seconds were still exactly on time, and the server window showed up, along with the exact same executable file he saw the first time he logged in. It wasn't there the previous day, nor the day before. This was recent. He was stubborn to open the file, as he thought it might be to destroy all of the work again. But then, ofcourse, he remembered he had made back ups on other computers. He double clicked the file, and the same black screen, along with the same flashing cursor appeared. The cursor revealed the letters one by one again, showing the text, "It's time for a change...". Again, the blackness disspeared and showed the server window, and again, the files started deleting again. Except one thing was different. The files for the 7th Column remained unharmed. Achronos spead to his other back up computers and prepared them for copying. Achronos logged in, and discovered. The files, were also gone. All except for the 7th Column files. He cursed at the webmaster. Poured a nice, huge, inapropriate mug of wiskey, and started drinking. Again, he had to work all night to get the site working again. But this was going to be new. This was going to be hawt. This was going to be... The new hawtness.

And that's the story of bungie.net

  • 11.30.2005 1:05 PM PDT
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Nice Fanfic, some interesting theories.

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  • 11.30.2005 1:15 PM PDT
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genius

  • 11.30.2005 1:41 PM PDT