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Life Wrokin for HBO, Part Six
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 4 January 2004, 4:10 AM
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After Lunch(and the Press)were behind us, I went into my office for a few minutes to try to write. It was no good. I just wasn't inspired today.
I decided to enter the multiplayer lounge again. This time, I just had to step through the door to the lounge. No swirling. No rough landing.
Aussie was standing there, with a broad smile. "It was an early present 'or us from the Hackers," He explained.
I noticed a man with funny clothes(sorta like a ringmaster at the circus), who was standing in front of a door and attracting quite a crowd.
In an impressive tone, he proclaimed: "Step right up and sign this petition for the special Champions vs. 80 n00bs match! We need 180 Signatures to get Louis Wu to make this highly irregular match!"
"Champions vs. n00bs?" I said, making my way through the crowd to this guy, who had grabbed me attention. After all, I was(and still are)The HBO Intercontinental Champion.
"Exactly what it sounds like, kind sir! You, the IC Champ, teaming with the HBO World Heavyweight Champion, The World Tag Team Champions, The US Champ, The Cruiserweight Title Holder, and the HBO Champion, versus 80 snarling, bad tempered, armed to the teeth, three-days-on-the-job n00bs!" He responded. "And you can be the first to sign."
"I dunno," I said, "I already have a match where I'm scheduled to defend the Intercontinental Title... Two huge matches like that.... Oh, what the hell." I took the pen, and scribbled my name on the very first line of the very first paper.
Leaving the crowd, I found the door for my match. I opened it, and walked in. When I came out, I could swear the Hackers put an air freshener in the portal. Nevertheless, I emerged unharmed(which was a first)into the "Green Room", the place where the combatants prepare to come out from the curtain. I was the first one here, a tradition I had kept since my first day and was very proud of.
I exchanged my weapons for Multiplayer Versions of the same. You see, to win in a multiplayer match, most likely you'll have to kill someone else. Normally, that would mean bye-bye for the guy/girl on the receiving end. Except the Hackers, on the third day of HBO, Hacked a ton of weapons to that the victim would respawn after being killed. Except when he/she was out of lives. Then (s)he was teleported to a skybox to watch the action.
I got 4 grenades of each kind, an Assault Rifle and a Plasma Pistol. A lot of people hated the AR. I didn't care. It was one of my personal favorites. Good for the flood, and when you're lost. Probably a reason why I liked it. And the Plasma Pistol was a basic.
Then, people started arriving. A few trainers and other people like that emerged from portals, and filled me with advice and stats and such.
"Ok, Ok. I got it," I said.
"H_K, we know you like those big risk moves. However, we strongly recommend against these. If you slip up, or get slipped up, you would stand a high-HIGH risk of being defeated and loosing the title," Said one, my most trusted advisor.
"As you know," I responded, "I cannot do that. I love those moves." A portal opened, and out stepped the number-one-contender for the IC Title: Hawk.
"You ready?" I asked, Obtaining my Intercontinental Title Belt from the Ref, who had appeared.
Hawk gave me a shrewd smile, and replied, "Say your good-byes to the belt, cause you are toast, my man."
Before I could respond, A bell resounded through the arena. "The following Multiplayer Match, a 5-man Slayer with unlimited grenades and standard weapons, is for the Intercontinental Championship," Cortana's voice announced.
My music began to pump through the whole local via huge loudspeakers; The rhythmic drum beat you hear when you see the Marine Bay on the Level The pillar of Autumn. Realizing I "was on", I stepped through the curtain.
"Introducing first, from Fan Fiction, he is the Halo.Bungie.Org Intercontinental Champion, Hunter... _Killer!!!!" As I walked with the ref towards the middle of the ring, I raised both hands. I heard cheers from the 2 dozen(at least)skyboxes lining the walls of Blood Gulch. Apparently, many people had come to see if the up 'n coming contender could beat ol' H_K for the title.
"And introducing the Challenger, from Fan Fiction, Hawk 7889!!!!" Another uproar of applause came with his emergence out of the curtain.
The Referee held my IC Belt up high, for all to see. He then put it down, and Cortana sounded the bell.
I jumped on the hood of a nearby Hog, and leapfrogged straight towards Hawk...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Note to Readers:
Not to fear, for soon ASoWE-Sequel will return soon. That is all I can say at this time. Peace out! =)
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