22 Jul 2012

Tilting at fanboys - story continues.

It was a beautiful day in Irwine, sunny California. On my way to work I was thinking about very important meeting in R&D department. I was generally calm person, however a shadow of anxiety crawled through my mind. "Oh, I have a bad feeling about this" I thought to myself while I was about to step through the gateway of hell... I mean, the glorious company that I dreamt to work for since I was a teenager. As it turned out my prediction was right.



Receptionist throw me a fake smile as I was on my way to R&D. I didn't mind it much. Maybe because I wasn't looking at her face, my eyes were glued to huge breast emerging from unpinned shirt. "Oh the things I would've done with you...". My erotic fantasies were violently interrupted by sharp voice of Greg Street.
- You're finally here! I was expecting you a little bit earlier, after all you're about to see what we've been working on for past few years, and I assure you it's huge.

- But, sir, I know R&D are really slacky, which is not surprising, barely anyone works in this company anymore.

- Oh, will you just shut it? Follow me, I have no time for explanations, but I can tell you one thing, the stuff you've seen until now, it was just an cover up.

I had to follow him. From that moment, we travelled together, East. Always... into the East.

On the east wall he placed his hand on the wall and I've heard sinister creak coming from the underground. "Stand back from this plate, would you?" said ... I quickly jumped aside and observed how floor shuffled itself and elevator appeared.
"After you" Greg said.



I had no choice, but to enter the lift. Inferior was looking quite futuristic. Coloured buttons covered one side of this circular place. I felt drops of sweat as we were descending. The elevator has stopped on 12 levels underground. Aluminium doors finally opened. Sinister smile appeared on Greg’s face. We were walking through dark, rigid, cold corridors. Dim, teal light was stroking us. And then I've seen that no one should've seen. Cylindrical cells filled with green, glowing gel and some dark shadows. Human curiosity pushed me close to one of tanks, I wanted to examine the shadow inside of it. Suddenly misshaped head hit the tank wall.



"Oh, my fucking god" I've screamed as I jumped back away. My heart was rushing like a fastest horse in gallop, I literately felt the blood pumping in my veins, I felt dizzy and I was about to faint, unfortunately I didn't. I wish I had though. I wish I had and never woke up again. However blissful ignorance was not my destiny.

- What the hell is this?! - I yelled him.

- Pull yourself together! Stop acting like a child, this isn't mature form in here, we have more advanced forms just on the other side of this corridor.

- Are you cloning people here?! - I still could not believe it.

- Well, not really. We are creating them from the scratch, but you can call them clones if that's easier for you.

- That is insane! - I wasn't hiding my strong disapproval. - Not to mention, it's highly unmoral.

- Well that doesn't matter, as long as we are making profit, don't you know, that the single reason of corporation existence is to make profit?

- But this? This?! We were creating games, for people enjoyment, not damn clones.

- Ah, you are so short-sighted. We did not create them to sell them. We did make them to help sell our games, you see it's cheaper to actually make them, then to make a good games, at least at our current rate of wages. - Grim smiled glimpsed through his face. - With their help we can sell anything, they will provide a free advertising for us, so we can make even more profits in the long run. They will be fanatics of Blizzard, genetically engineered to fight our competition.

- But sir? Sir! Would you do this for video game, virtual reality, money? Sacrifice every bit of your human nature, sell your soul to the devil? This... this is madness, this is BLIZZARD!!



- Silence, you maggot! I am the incarnation of Grom Hellscreem, proud warchief of the Horde. We shall crush other companies the same way we've crushed the Alliance scum, no matter what it takes and what sacrifices we will have to make. Our soldiers are faithful, obedient and countless. They shall swarm every forum and comment section, stomping our competition into the ground.

They are our ultimate weapon.

They are the clones.

They are the Fanboys.

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