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Life Workin for HBO, Part One
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 3 December 2003, 10:35 PM
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RING! RING! The alarm clock blared, and I moaned. It must be 6:30. A.M.
I got up, and rubbed my eyes. After showering, brushing my teeth, eating, crapping, dressing in my work clothes[A White T-Shirt and Blue jeans, along with my Glasses and tennis shoes], and feeding the fish(Not in that order), I set off for work, which was about a block away.
I observed the rows of houses, some lights coming from a few. It was a nice day in Cybercity, in the country of Cyberspace.
My job was at(you guessed it)HBO.
I came to the 200 story office building. There was a very large neon sign with red letters: HBO on the front, with about 500 windows looking over the mile-and-half lawn that CEO Lewis Wu owned.
There was a huge electric(300,000,000 volts)chain-link fence, topped with barbed wire to keep out viruses and other undesirable pieces of cyberstuff.
I passed through the gate, giving a salute to the Assault-Rifle-wielding Marine sentry posted there, and walked up the paved road towards the doors leading inside HBO.
Before I could get there, I noticed a person on top of the huge neon sign. Then, I noticed a Warthog on the roof of the building. "Hey Hacker! Get down, before you..." I yelled up, suddenly being cut short when he fell of the building.
He crashed about 6 feet from me, hard, into the Jackhammer he used to get up there. "Holy Crap... he's dead..." I said, and a little paper popped up.
YOU KILLED FROGBLAST
Then, Frog miraculously got up, and waved to me. "Hey, Fan Fic Dude! Don' worry 'bout me, got a overshield!"
Another piece of paper popped up.
NEVER MIND
I hit myself on the head, and walked inside the double-doors. I was in a big hallway. To the side of me, there were rows and rows of lockers. Each had an HBOer's Tag.
Mine was ninth to the left on the middle row. I opened it took everything out of it. I closed it again, and went to sit on a bench to avoid the cluster of ten HBO French Artists entering, speaking in their language about their newest 'masterpieces'. I slung my AR, Shotgun, and Sniper Rifle, put my extra boxes of ammo on my utility belt, which I also put my M6D, twin knifes, and Grenades. An overshield went in my pocket(you never knew when a hacker could mess up big time.), and an active camouflage(turned off)in my other pocket.
And my briefcase. It contained the pieces to my Jackhammer Rocket Launcher, the keys to my Banshee, Hog, Ghost, and Scorpion(everyone except the janitor had their own-he just got the Hog and Banshee.), my bundle of cash to spend at the cybershops on floor 12, a tank of oxygen and a gas mask(you never know when a hacker could mess up BIG TIME.), and a few other things.
Wu, Mnemisis and the other Admins had put up Christmas I walked over the an elevator and pressed the call button. An explosion rocked the building, although nothing broke.
The doors to the elevator opened, revealing a blackened and charred Hacker. The hacker told me, as I walked in and he stumbled out, "Man, never try to copy a Frag Grenade 50 times over. It works, but for some reason, they all go off."
I pressed the button for Level 23, where the departments were. The elevator rumbled to life, and it began to climb. I looked out the one huge, vertical window built so when you ride up the elevator, you could see the city.
It looked pretty cool. Of course, I was used to it by now, so I checked my weapons(up past Level 10, you could never tell what was going to happen.). However, there was one other person riding with me. A n00b. "Woah, man. Did you know there was a window here?" He asked, attended at the window.
I currently had little patience for n00bs, so I replied darkly, "And did you know there's a n00b roast in the Café at eight o' clock!?"
That shut him up for the rest of the trip, which was like 20 seconds.
DING! The doors opened, revealing a dark(but see-able)hallway, made of dark brown oak wood. Several small torches illuminated patches of the hall.
A sign above the elevator door said:
DEPARTMENTS
"Um... Mr..." Asked the n00b, scared(apparently)that I was going to pull out a Ronco® Cooker and roast him like a 10 lb. chicken, "Where's the Art Department? I'm new here."
"I could tell," I responded, "It's the second door on the right."
An infection form crawled out from a crack, and the n00b let out a little yelp. "Oh no! A new kind of Covie! Ahhh!"
I snapped out a pistol and squeezed off a single round. The n00b yelped at that too. The bullet hit one of the tentacles, causing the whole thing to pop into 3 fleshy bits. "That wasn't Covenant, you n00b. That was flood."
I knew his response. I had dealt with n00bs before. "Flood!? Didn't look like water to me, Mister. Flood... I never heard of it. I only got to level 3, you know."
"You don't need to go to Art. You need the HSP," I said to him, and pointed out the door farthest to the right. I answered his question that he was about to ask by, "Halo... Story... Page. HSP. Now go."
After guiding my feathered friend here to the HSP, where he would get some serious Halo info, I went the second-to-first door on the right. On the wall to the left of the polished wood door, a golden sign said:
FAN FICTION
And I entered.
It was a huge contrast to the hall: large lights hung on the ceiling, about 30 ft. above, illuminating everything, the walls and floor were white tiles, and people were bustling in and out of the room. A full hundred doors led to more huge rooms; this one was just the common room.
I looked at the bulletin board. There was a For Sale sign on a 2000 M6D, a lost Grunt notice("Answers to 'Scruffy'"), a list of the newest Fan Fiction posted("Hey, my next Blue Squadron Chronicles part got posted," I said jovially.), and a few other things of various sizes and shapes. I looked around. 12 Couches, 7 TVs and 5 X-Boxes and a few guys playing.
A grunt hurried by, followed by two frantic people.
And I made my way to an even bigger room. This had 600 doors; all leading to a different Author's Office. As soon as you submitted fiction, an office was built for you.
I entered my office. The room was 30' by 38'. It had a desk, with a computer, pens, paper, pictures, and several other office-y things. There was a 23 Inch Sony Plasma TV, hooked up to an X-Box, a Cable Box, and two VCRs. A recliner was sitting in the perfect position for TV Watching. There was also a very comfortable office chair at the deck. A Soda Machine was by the door.
I learned all you had to do was wire the machine once with the machine Mendoza used to open the door in 343 GS(The Level)[I bought it from him], and sodas came out free.
So, I got a soda, and sat down at my deck. "Time to compose Fan Fiction..."
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