27: All Roads Lead To Sol…

The Pfhor invasion of Sol has been recalled, and for now Earth is safe. But man’s respite from war means another cataclysmic battle for the S’pht. The slavers have not suffered a defeat like the one we handed them today since the Nakh, the last extant client race of the Jjaro, rebelled six thousand years ago.

The Pfhor have a weapon they save for slave revolts; a weapon which even they hesitate to use in the ordinary conduct of war. In the language of the Jjaro who conceived and built the device, it is called the trih xeem; a fair English translation would be “early nova.” There is not a single Nakh alive today, and if you look for their stars, you will only find ever-expanding clouds of superheated gas and dust light-years in diameter. The evacuation of Lh’owon has already begun. In a matter of hours this planet will be a thin shell of plasma riding the shockwave of its exploding star. You can stay behind to work on your tan, if you’d like, but I’m leaving.

I have rechristened the Khfiva the Rozinante. Of course, the S’pht wanted to name it K’liah’Narhl, “Vengeance of K’lia.” Whatever. There is much to do in the next few months and our first stop will be another ruined world, this time far from the galactic core. There is a rogue star that has been passing through our galaxy for nearly a millennia. We will meet it in one of the great voids between the spiral arms.

"Nuts to this", screamed Robert - his normally Hyper Good Samaratain (HGS) surface personality disolving into a pool of dull-red hatred surmounted by white-hot ball of rage. "My faith in you has finally killed me!" And it was true, at that very moment his heart stopped beating and his brain, throbbing with anger and disgust, took over. He vomited all of the wholesomeness he could fit through his mouth in one fiften (15) second cataclysmic eruption leaving naught but revulsion and despair behind. Though possessing a powerful build (being constructed mainly of horseflesh and pigiron), his bones seemed weak in comparison to his newfound desire to kill. And kill he would, scores of dead would pile up beneath his feet. And he would say, "...It was a case of post-mortem self-defense!"

I would like to thank my family and friends for all the support they have given me. I'd also like to thank all my coworkers at Bungie (Ωµ∑˙®¨œ∆ø˜ø∆) for making this the coolest company to play at! "If you enjoy what you do for a living, you'll never work a day in your life" ////////////// // // // // // // // // // // // // // ///// // // // ////////////// Mark.

Ouch! Anyway, there are a number of people who I would like to thank, but they know who they are. If you’re not sure, then you aren’t. But all that stuff is boring. What I really want to say is nothing, but I can’t do that, can I? Even a blank page would say something. Damn. Perhaps something slightly irrelevant will serve as well as nothing, so here it goes: “The earth is the only planet in the solar system known to have large quantities of free water” -Basic Steps In Astronomy Vidding rules. I can’t wait to kick all your butts at MacWorld. -Greg K, Toolator, Vid Boi, VidMaster, Tool, Head Tool

“Gee, and I still didn’t have to make a level…" Here’s to cooperative net play, terminals, and Vulcan2. Heh. Thanks to all those folks that put up with me while I was working on this. Especially Nicole for understanding the long hours and summers in Chicago. Now I just have to graduate in December… Thanks to the Gang (Jake, John, Pagan, Adam, and Mike) for keeping me sane. And of course, thanks to my parents for understanding when their son goes off into the Code Mines of Moria for months while working on Marathon & Marathon 2. We Rule. -Ryan

A wise Nar once said “A Nebulon under the foot is worth two behind a plasma cannon,” but the Nar are still waiting for their mythical savior with green pee to fly their coal-powered interstellar battlewagons to glory against the Nebulons. Those are Nebulons under Tfear’s feet, by the way. Seems nobody likes the Nebulons. If I ever texture-map another axis-aligned polygon, it’ll be too soon. I’m real sorry for being Blake, and I hope All Roads Lead To Sol atones for the grievous sin of Colony Ship For Sale. The Nar, who speak entirely in metaphor, call Chicago “the limitless, unforgiving sky; the prison which will forever watch over our graves” in the winter. Too bad it’s winter. Jason Sunday, November 5, 1995

Some people don’t realize that I provided not only the voices and screams for the Bobs, but also modeled for the artists as they were working on the assimilated ones. Like them, I have two toes, red eyes, snaggle teeth and no genitals. I was a little shy about it at first (you can imagine the jokes!), but it's all a part of the Bungie spirit of going all out to satisfy the customer. So next time you're at a convention with us, instead of asking me to do Bob’s flaming death scream for the umpteeth time, ask to see my..... eyes. We’ll all have a good laugh. Doug.

Peace, found as a solitary runner on a straight, long path. Living the pain, not waiting for it to pass. Living the pain; feeling it, accepting it, using it. Control, over self, thought, action. Doing the right thing. Speaking the truth. Accepting no limitations. Peace with family found as an individual. No longer depending on environment for identity. Giving as much as taking. Clear ambitions. Love and purpose balanced. Alex.