I've been woken up in the middle of last night by a pair of men in black. Without answering my questions as to what this was about, they brought me outside, to the backyard. There, lying down on the grass, I saw an unfamiliar-looking middle-aged man, bound and gagged. Finally, one of the two men spoke up.
"Mister
snotman. Sometime around 1730, last Tuesday, you have been heard in public, saying that you would
kill to see a Crush40 track pack in Rock Band or Guitar Hero. As it happens, we are here as representatives of Sega, the ones holding the rights to the songs you would like to hear," one explained calmly, while the other remained silent throughout our entire encounter.
"Wait, what's that got to do with this man? What are you talking about?!" I knew all too well what he meant, but I couldn't possibly believe my ears. As if to confirm my worst suspicions, the man in black drew a gun from inside his coat, which he offered to me, not saying a word. I took a step back, feeling a sudden urge to throw up.
"So..." I calmed down only a few seconds later, suddenly feeling detached from about everything, including the absurdity of the whole situation. "You're saying, if I kill this man, I'll be able to play
Live and Learn in Rock Band?"
He shrugged. "Yes and no. If anything, this would merely improve the odds of such a thing happening. Rest assured, however, that whichever choice you make, we will make sure that absolutely no one outside of you and Sega has any idea what occured tonight." I wondered why he thought I could trust him on this. "Has Sega ever betrayed your expectations?" He smiled widely.
"Let me get that straight," I continued, still in my strange, newfound zen state of mind, "If I do what you're telling me to, there's a chance that I'll be able to rock out to awesome Sonic songs, and even then, there's only a chance that I'll be in a position to enjoy it at all. And then, there's also the chance that you're not even employees from Sega at all." He nodded, still smiling so reassuringly.
I took the gun. "Let me show you just what I'm made of."