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Life Workin' for HBO, Part Two
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 17 December 2003, 1:17 PM
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"There," I said, standing up and stretching after 4 hours of Fan Fiction Writing, "My Newest Piece is complete. Plus, it's twelve noon; I better get this submitted and head down to the café for lunch."
I printed out the two new stories. I saved, then shut down the computer. Exiting my office, I deposited the papers in the slot by the door out of the common room.
I, along with Elfster, rode the Elevator up to Level 89: The Café. Along the way, we chatted about the Hog we saw in the yard of HBO far below doing |337 tricks.
PING! The doors opened, to reveal a hall clad in blue carpet and wallpaper, with a single door. We entered into the café.
It looked just like the PoA Mess Hall, only this one was literally 10x bigger. Elfster ordered first at one of the vending units, and I did it afterwards. I had a burger dinner; he had a chicken dinner.
We chose a quiet back table with two Marines and an Elite at a table. "I don't get why we gotta fight you guys in the game," One of them was saying. I recognized him as Mendoza.
"Yah," Said the second. This one was Jenkins. "You Covenant are set up as bad guys in the game, what with the homicidal campaign of death against Humanity, but you Elites are pretty nice. The Grunts are cute, too," He continued.
"Worp worp, you Humans ain't so bad... you make good turkey too..." The elite said, and he sunk his mandibles into a 10 lb. Turkey, devouring it with incredible speed.
After lunch, I took the elevator to Roof Level; that's where the hanger was. HBO closed to it's workers at 10:30 P.M., and opened at 5:00 A.M., although with jobs like Fan Fiction, you're probably done at noon. The schedule was open, but mostly I get the work over with early.
For the rest of the day, the employees are free to do as they please. Except the HSP Crew. They're locked up in there day and night, breaks short and far between.
Oh well. At least their ramblings are a good read on HBO.network.net, the Local Area Network Website that connects every Computer in HBO to each other. You can also find wicked Multiplayer Matches at HBO.network.net since HPC came out.
I stepped out into the fresh air. It was a very nice day. Little cloud cover. Perfect for Banshee flying.
A lot of HBOers figured this too, as several dozen banshees screeched overhead. I walked over to the massive building on the roof and entered the door.
An armed Tech greeted me, and I got my Banshee ready. It began to hum, as it rose in the hanger. "Ok, Tech," I said over the radio, "Open the hanger doors."
The huge steel doors began to open, pouring sunlight into the hanger. The Banshee swooped out, into the sky.
I flew over the entire city and back. It took me 30 Minutes. I had done this only once before, for some weird reason. After doing this, I had a mock dogfight with Mainevent, and flew into the hanger to get the right wing fixed back on.
"How can that guy fly so good!?" I asked the Tech, as he welded a new wing on.
"He practices in all his spare time. You ain't the first with this story. The MorningStar was got this morning in the right wing, we ain't heard from John-117 since yesterday, and Count Zero was fished out of the HBO River"(He was referring to the river that ran through the HBO yard about 800 Yards away from the HBO Building)"five minutes ago." Said the Tech.
"Oh well. Hey, how long will this take?" I asked to the guy, as he welded away.
"Day and a half, at least. Sorry, but this is alien tech here." He responded, and I left the hanger, feeling dejected.
I rode down into Level 100; Multiplayer Deck. Upon stepping out of the elevator doors, into a bright light, the Building's AI, Cortana's voice appeared.
"Welcome to Multiplayer Deck. Are you here to play, watch, or volunteer for referee?"
"I'll watch," I replied into the light.
"To proceed, ID must be confirmed. Please state name and ID Number."
"Hunter_Killer. ID 34861."
"Confirming ID... Confirming Name... ID accepted... Name accepted... Loading lobby... Standby..."
I began to twirl around, all the blood rushing to my head... Then, all was still...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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