CHAPTER I
Brian Lozier was a man of principle. "I will not rest until my vision of Massassi as the hub of all things JK and MotS is realized," he proclaimed. The fledgling website was off to a promising start. Traffic had increased quicker than Brian had anticipated. People were submitting mods and levels, and they were being downloaded.
Brian peeked through the window blinds of his suburban home. The sun had come out several hours before. "Brian, breakfast was ready an hour ago! It’s toast and jelly and cereal. You’re not still working on that Massassi, are you?" Brian’s mother worried. After all, her son had been working night and day on what seemed like a pipe dream. She thought Quake II was far more modern than JK. She did think it cool that MotS added colored lighting, but it just didn’t seem enough to compete against the slick shooter with the superior netcode by id Software. "Mom, I’ll be right there! I’ll just upload two more revisions of Canyon Oasis." "Oh you!" she sighed.
At breakfast, Brian seemed absent. He was clinking the spoon against his bowl full of Froot Loops. Brian’s father peered from behind his newspaper. "So, kiddo, how’s that Massassi coming along?" Like Brian’s mother, his father doubted Brian’s foray into running a JK and MotS modding site, thinking it a dead end compared to Quake II. He wasn’t going to let it show, however, wanting to remain supportive. "Dad, it’s going great! I’ve uploaded many cool levels and mods already, and I'm getting plenty of traffic." "That’s nice, Brian. Any saber mods so far?" "For sure, dad!" Brian’s father gave him the thumbs up. "Dad, you only have two hands so by giving me the thumbs up, you just dropped your newspaper. You should’ve just given me one thumb up so you could’ve still held on to the newspaper." They all laughed as Brian’s father picked up the newspaper from the floor.
Meanwhile, in an impoverished part of town, industrial smog was suffocating the hopes and dreams of all the people. In this part of town, there was another boy. This boy was much unlike Brian. Instead of a dream, he had a nightmare. Instead of striving to create, he plotted to destroy. And now, this boy had decided that Brian’s little website was becoming too popular for its own good...
Brian Lozier was a man of principle. "I will not rest until my vision of Massassi as the hub of all things JK and MotS is realized," he proclaimed. The fledgling website was off to a promising start. Traffic had increased quicker than Brian had anticipated. People were submitting mods and levels, and they were being downloaded.
Brian peeked through the window blinds of his suburban home. The sun had come out several hours before. "Brian, breakfast was ready an hour ago! It’s toast and jelly and cereal. You’re not still working on that Massassi, are you?" Brian’s mother worried. After all, her son had been working night and day on what seemed like a pipe dream. She thought Quake II was far more modern than JK. She did think it cool that MotS added colored lighting, but it just didn’t seem enough to compete against the slick shooter with the superior netcode by id Software. "Mom, I’ll be right there! I’ll just upload two more revisions of Canyon Oasis." "Oh you!" she sighed.
At breakfast, Brian seemed absent. He was clinking the spoon against his bowl full of Froot Loops. Brian’s father peered from behind his newspaper. "So, kiddo, how’s that Massassi coming along?" Like Brian’s mother, his father doubted Brian’s foray into running a JK and MotS modding site, thinking it a dead end compared to Quake II. He wasn’t going to let it show, however, wanting to remain supportive. "Dad, it’s going great! I’ve uploaded many cool levels and mods already, and I'm getting plenty of traffic." "That’s nice, Brian. Any saber mods so far?" "For sure, dad!" Brian’s father gave him the thumbs up. "Dad, you only have two hands so by giving me the thumbs up, you just dropped your newspaper. You should’ve just given me one thumb up so you could’ve still held on to the newspaper." They all laughed as Brian’s father picked up the newspaper from the floor.
Meanwhile, in an impoverished part of town, industrial smog was suffocating the hopes and dreams of all the people. In this part of town, there was another boy. This boy was much unlike Brian. Instead of a dream, he had a nightmare. Instead of striving to create, he plotted to destroy. And now, this boy had decided that Brian’s little website was becoming too popular for its own good...
Looks like we're not going down after all, so nevermind.