The Great Meetrologue

Location: Nexon HQ
Date: 6-6-06
Time: Afternoon

It was a meeting in the Great Hall in the Nexon building. Guests and important figures were inviting to the hall. Each was brought to there leathery red seats and were sated down. The crowd was chatting and getting together. Then the military generals came in front of the hall and was seated on v.i.p tables and served wine. The Nexon staff and president was brought to the very top of the hall. Then a dead silenced occurred, a group of men wearing all black walked in. All being stared at they sat down.

A speaker stepped up to the stage.
“Settle down people settle down. Now we are all here to decide to investigate this new land we found. It will cost you Maplers tax money and Game Masters overtime on your jobs. We have not assembled a crew to check the island yet but until we do we all need to agree. I will show you a video clip that was sent back to us from the chopper. Unfortunately the chopper “mysteriously” went out of contact and we cannot reach them at all.

He opened the flat screen and set the projector in place. He then rolled a tape. The sounds of the helicopters wings were disrupting the sound.

[i] “I’m here staring at the island. It appears to have wildlife but no Maple life whatsoever. It looks magnificent beautiful indeed I’m telling you guys we should search this island.

“Wh-whats that Joe? Wait wait there a what? . What’s that? It appears to be a balrog! But wait balrogs don’t carry a weapon. Don’t just sit here DRIVE THE CHOPPER!
*deep roar* IT JUST TOOK OUT THE TAIL!
“May day may day we are going down. Some kinda freak of nature hit us! Bird down bird down bird dow-.” [/i]

Immediately a burst of static broke out and hurt the ears of the crowd.

The crowd began to murmur and whisper to others. Then when it was time for some of their opinions Maplers stood up. Questions began spewing out of the mouths of Maplers. One by one the questions began to overwhelm the Nexon Corporation. All the questions were almost the same, is the people in the chopper alive or dead.

The speaker cleared his throat.
“We can assure you the newscast in the chopper is alright. They have topnotch security with them and they will be just fine. So have you all made your decision on searching the new Isle?”

A few people were against the island. All who opposed were old and wise. They said the Island was one of those places we aren’t meant to see or discover. The majority of the crowd was with searching the island. They thought of new ideas and new places to make building and maybe mine for gold. They think it would change the economy vastly. But one group stood silent.

But one group stood silent. All wore black and had hoods above their faces. They were thought to be a Cult of some sort and were isolated from the crowd. Their faces didn’t seem too happy on the decision and left immediately.

“Then it is settled! We will send a military unit along with reporters and wildlife experts down to the New Isle in 4 months. Till then, have a good diner and thank you for this decision. I can assure you this is something you all will not regret!”

“General Ben we will need you to assemble a crew of soldiers and reporters with wildlife experts in 4 months. I will be coming with you so bring your best units.” As the speaker walked away the General said in disgust.

“……..what a pansy.”

I have alot to work on this story now do I?