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Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.
omg not realistic stop game production plz
Posted by: x Foman123 x
The blast was deafening. The front doors to Bungie Studios flew open as the shaped charge exploded inward. Smoke and debris filled the lobby.
Jerome stood up, but no sooner had he said "Aw you mother-blam!-s are messing with the wrong...." than he was knocked to the ground by a taser. There was no sound other than the rapid clacking of the taser and the soft drumming of Jerome's shoes against the lobby floor as electricity surged through his body.
"Everybody down on the ground!" yelled an authoritative voice. "This is an Activision inspection of the Bungie premises!"
The Activision inspectors, in full SWAT gear and gas masks, swarmed into Bungie Studios. The flashlights on the end of their MP5 submachine guns cut bright swaths through the haze and debris.
DeeJ was the first to respond to the noise, and arrived breathlessly running into the lobby. "Hiya guys, I'm part of the Community Team here at Bungie," said DeeJ, trying to lighten the tension. "We'd like to welcome you to.... OOOOOOOF!" DeeJ doubled over in pain from the butt of the gun being jammed into his ribcage.
"On the ground, numbnuts!" screamed the Activision lead inspector. "We're here to inspect you -blam!-s, NOT... TO... HAVE... A... CHAT!" He punctuated each word by firing a bullet into the ceiling.
He stomped angrily over to Stosh, who was frozen in fear at his desk.
"Boy, your eyes are like silver dollars! I've seen squirrels that were braver than you! Now what the hell are you working on and how the hell is it gonna help us make money?"
Stosh, trembling, was unable to respond, and instead could only open and close his mouth a few times.
"Wrong answer!" screamed the Activision inspector, spittle flying onto Stosh's face. "Cuff him!"
Other inspectors roughly manhandled Stosh to the ground and cuffed his hands behind his back as the lead inspector slowly pointed his gun around the room. "Anybody else want to show me how things are coming on the next game, before I really get pissed off?" he yelled.
Several employees nervously pointed to a massive dry erase board on the wall. At the top, it read "DESTINY IDEAS" and was blank underneath except for a poorly drawn picture of Jason Jones in what appeared to be a bathtub filled with Pepto Bismol.
The Activision inspector slowly stepped over to the dry erase board, disbelief and rage written all over his face.
"My God," he muttered. "It's worse than I thought."
Jerome slowly stood up, groaning from the effort and trying to gain his bearings. A tall, suited man with dark shades slowly paced through the studio, step by poised step, parting the smoke of spent flashbang grenades, and casually tasering Jerome yet again.
From the opposite side of the room, a man with a stubbly beard slowly paced forward towards the suited man in flip flops. The stubble bearded man seemed almost calm.
"Ahh, Mr....", said the suited man, who paused to lightly touch his slick black hair, "..Urk, is it?". The suited man had a venemous grin and held out a hand. Urk took the hand and shook, only to let out a small, manly tear due to the bone crunching grip.
"Mr Urk, we would be most greatful if we could have the details of your...Destiny project."
"I....don't do updates any more, sir. There's nothing I can tell you." replied the stubbled Urk with an uncontrollable mischievous grin.
The suited man, Dr. Activision, frowned with thin lips.
"Although, doctor, may I interest you in a leftover turkey wing," said Urk, casually, whilst discretely activating his hidden microphone, "Initiate." he whispered.
In a stunning moment, a certain Jason Jones leapt from the cover of a desk holding a piece of golden parchment and began a desperate sprint for the secret escape Warthog as Activision commandos turned to fire...
[To be continued?]
[Edited on 02.08.2012 11:51 AM PST]