Ashleigh

In the not so distant future at Valve HQ. Peon: Sir, we're losing too many exclusives to other stores. What do we do? *Gaben peers lifelessly into space* Peon: Sir? *Gaben lets out a long, slow breath* Gaben: It is time.

*Gaben presses an inconspicuous black button on his desk. A loud humming noise is heard as the desk opens, liquid nitrogen pours forth as a blackened glass case rises from a hidden compartment, bearing only the marking "In Case of Emergency: Break Here."* Beancounter: What is it?

*Gaben merely smiles as he exchanges his regularly glasses for a pair with a distinct black rim, reaching below his chair he revealed a simple, unassuming red crowbar* Beacounter: Sir, I don't understand?

*Gaben's brow furrows as he raises the crowbar above his head, before smashing it down onto the glass box. As the box shatters a sound wave echoes around the room as if they very fabric of time and space had just been irrevocably altered...