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*NOTE: The following transcript is a fake, it
never happened, thus it is… fake. Totally untrue. I think I already said that…
Anyway, it's a load of BS made for no reason. It is what happens when you drink
10 coffees and a Snickers bar while sitting on the computer. So, don't do drugs
and read on:
SM: I'll keep the congestion, thank you. What the hell was that all about?
JC: Oh, I'm Flexonase's new advertising figure.
SM: You do ads for Flexonase?
JC: Yeah. Their slogan is, 'we'll clear your snot like BF...
SM: That's really cheesy.
JC: Hey, you're making all this up!
SM: Ok, ok, sorry.
JC: Yeah.
SM: It's late, that's why.
JC: It's like 5 P.M.
SM: Not while I'm writing this.
JC: Oh, ok.
SM: Yeah. Wait, I think a coffee will solve the problem.
JC: Make that two coffees. Mine without sugar or milk and a
lemon.
SM: Right. (Walks to bar) Two cappuccinos, please. (Walks back) So, where were
we?
JC: I was just telling you about my evil plans in destroying
those damn software monopolies...
SM: Right, sure, whatever. Can you tell us about Doom III's engine? Now with
most of it written, what sort of stuff are you doing on the project?
JC: I told you, I program the software for the cyberdemo...
SM: Back to reality please.
JC (mumbles): Yeah yeah. Not much, just some bugs that occur
during gameplay. Tim Willits and the rest are a lot busier, building levels and
so on.
SM: Can you tell us what we can expect in the levels?
JC: Well, you have to enter Valve's military installation and
blow it up...
SM: You're obsessive about Valve Software, aren't you?
JC: It pisses me off that they think they can do it better
than me. BUT NO! Everyone knows they're wrong! And this March, they'll find out!
MUHAHAHAHAHA!
SM (Takes JC's coffee): I think you've had enough for today.
JC: Give it back.
SM: No.
JC: Give it back this instant! (Speaks into his watch)
SECURITY!
Two imps sporting tuxedos and dark sunglasses walk over.
IMP 1 (in cool, British accent): Is there a problem, Mr.
Carmack?
JC: Yes, this guy here was harassing me!
SM: Harassing you? That's a load of bull...
IMP 2: Do not argue with the great Carmack.
SM: But...
IMP 2: It's His will that is of utmost importance.
SM: But...
JC: Take him to the torture chambers. And don't spare his
soul!
IMP 1: Yes sir.
SM: What the hell is going on?
JC: This is the suckiest interview I have ever endowed in. I
forgot to ask, silly me: exactly what website do you work for?
SM: Well, I don't really work there, but...
IMP 1: Answer His question directly.
SM: doom3portal.net. And that's why
you should release me.
JC (laughs): Why would that be.
SM: Because the webmaster- his name is Paul- he is your lost twin.
JC: WHAT?
SM: Separated at birth!
JC: So the Prophecy is true!
SM: Prophecy?
JC: Quick, Sam, go and send an alarm to my colleagues. Put
the production line on hold! I can't believe it! The prophecy is true!
SM: Have you been smoking marijuana or something?
JC: Yes! With my and Paul's energies united, we shall destroy
Valve software! The prophecy! Half-Life 2 be damned!
SM: Did I miss something?
JC: Don't you see, you fool! Paul has dug into the very
fabric of time, doing secret experiments...
SM: Ok, I think you've got the wrong Paul.
JC: How would you know, he lives in the UK, does he not?
SM: Well, yeah...
JC: The prophecy is true!
SM: Ok, I'm scared now…
JC: See, 4,000 thousand years ago a crusade into the distant
East disappeared. Behind it was left an ancient rune, through which the blind
prophet foretold of Paul's coming...
SM: Err, ok?
JC: This rune holds the future, the key to Valve's
destruction! And using Paul's time-travel machine...
SM: Jesus, now you're bringing time travel into the picture?
JC: But it's all true! The Prophecy...
SM: Ok, I'm outta here!
Spineless leaves the room.
Several days later he realises that he had not interviewed John Carmack, but
rather, one of his overly-obsessive insane fans. This did not please Spineless,
so he made sure that the guy was punished… In Quake 3 deathmatch, of course.
Spineless has left the building.
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