The Lord of the Games Opening

The LORD of the GAMES

THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE HALO

The last, great Lord of the Rings parody by Jason Mena



International Innovations Animation Studios



In Collaboration with



Nightmare Ninja Films



Presents



A Jason Mena film



The Gaming World has changed...



I see it in the graphics...

I hear it in the dialogue...

I feel it in the controller's rumble...



All that was once 2-D fun, is lost. For none now live who care about it.



(The title screen, it begins!)

The LORD of the GAMES...



It began with the developing of the epic games...



Three were given to Nintendo.

Immortal, most experienced, and keeper of gaming's greatest heroes.



Seven, to the Sony Lords.

Multimedia juggernaut and great craftsman of the Playstation systems.



And nine...nine games were given to the console of Microsoft.

Who, above all else, desire wealth, and power.



For within these games was coded the fun and replay value to balance each console.



But they were all naive, for another sequel was produced.



In the land of Japandor (Jah-Pan-Door), in the fiery studios of Mount Bungie, The Game Lord Spauron-117 developed, in secret, an ultimate game, to score higher than all others.



And into this game, he programmed his Legendary A.I. cruelty, his monotonous yet addictive gameplay, and his desire to conquer the gaming industry.



One Game to Pwn them all.



One by one, the free market retailers of Modded Earth yield to the hype of the game.



But there were those who renounced it.



A last alliance of gamers and developers marched against the forces of Japandor, and at the front doors of Mount Bungie, they fragged for the freedom of gamer's choice and original gameplay of Modded Earth.



(Epic battle ensues. Blood, violence, gore, fucking A!)



Victory was near, but the hype of the game, could not be denied.



(Spauron-117 walks into the melee, the game activates, all other players on the field become laggy as hell. Spauron-117 takes out an Energy Sword. TEH OWNAGE!!1!1!)



(Spauron-117 kills the king, OMG!)



It was at this moment, when all continues had depleted, that Islydur (Eh-Sly-Door), son of the king of thieves, took up his father's weapon.



(Islydur reaches out and grabs the sword, but Spauron-117 steps on it and breaks it! Spauron-117 reaches down to kill him, but Islydur swings the shattered sword at the Game Lord's open hand. Instead of cutting his fingers off entirely, he swipes the game off him like a Master Thief. Spauron-117 gets pissed off and explodes, LOL!)



(Spauron-117's connection gets severed, all other players feel the wave of lag.)



Spauron-117. The dreaded HXx0r of the free gamers of Modded Earth was booted.



The game was taken by Islydur, who had this one chance to end monotony in sequels forever.



But the heart of a thief, is easily tempted.



And the Game of Pwnage has an intelligence of it's own.



(Islydur's convoy gets ambushed by Orc-Taku. Fearing for his life, he uses the game's invisibility mod! He sneaks into the nearby river and barely avoids the archers, but remembers that he can't swim! He loses the game. Silly Raccoon, )



The game cheated Islydur, to his last life.



And some titles that should not be overlooked, were lost.



The classics became legend.

The legends became bargains.



And for two-and-a-half console cycles, the game passed on into obscurity.



Until, when the time was right, it seized another player.



(A hand reaches into the water, and takes the game from the sand. Some undetermined amount of time later, another hand, pale and rugged, opens and the One Game is in the palm.)



Mysterious voice: My pwecious.



The game, taken by the exile user Vennum, who took it into the depths of the Mushroom Mountains.

And there, it became his obsession.



Vennum: It came to me. My own, my love, my own. My pwecious.



(Vennum gets paranoid as hell and looks around his den, when he sees there is nothing, he resumes his obsession over the game, O_o)



The game bequeathed to Vennum unnatural long youth. For five-hundred years, it stunted his puberty.

And in the solitude of Vennum's den, it stayed.



Lagginess crept back into the servers of the world.



Rumors of a fog of war to the east.

Forum writings of a returning master.



This info the Game of Pwnage received.

And thus concluded...

Play time had now come.



It deserted Vennum.



But something happened then, that was not in the game's program.



It was claimed by the most n00bastic user imaginable.



A Grubbit. Ungbo Fraggins of the Shiega(Shire Sega=SHIEGA!).



(Ungbo loots Vennum's den and finds the One Game, lucky S.O.B.!)



(Vennum's cries echoes in the dark, agonized for the loss of his precious game. Ungbo quickly stashes the game and makes his escape, fly, fly!)



For the time will soon come, when Grubbits become the 1337 of all.



THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE HALO

To be continued...

LEGAL DISCLAIMER

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Halo. Copyright © 2007 International Innovations Animation Studios Ltd./ Nightmare Ninja Films Ltd. All copyrighted material is of their respectful owners. We claim no ownership. All rights to script, music, properties and distribution soon to be reserved