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    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Name That Quakefish!
   

Name That Quakefish!
A bizarre set of circumstances lands YOU with a chance to snag some GameSpy gear!
  — by Lee'Mon


The cab dropped me off in a run-down section of Tokyo. The stranger that had driven me here sped off before I had a chance to close the car door. I took a long look at the building that stood before me, even as it seemed to crumble at my feet. Surely this could not be my final destination, the source of all that I had been searching for... ?

Undaunted, I shook my doubts from my head, and approached the entrance. However, as I reached for the handle, the door opened. A beautiful Japanese lass, wearing a kimono that would look utterly plain on anyone else, smiled at me. "We've been expecting you," she said in calm but not quite fluent English. "Come this way."

I entered, pausing to remove my shoes at the door. The girl led me to a back room, where a wizened old man sat with a small black box.
A picture of what could have been the shop that Lee'Mon visited

"I know why you're here," he said even before I fully entered the room. I opened my mouth to reply, but he continued. "I know why you've been travelling the globe. I know why you've hunted down every major online player in the world. I know why you've spent countless hours of research and a small fortune. I know why you've been restless, and why every night you sit in bed wondering when your skillz will be complete. You've been searching for something."

I nodded my head slowly. "The Quakefish."

"Well, my dear boy, your searching has at last come to an end." He held out the box.

With hands trembling, I accepted the box. Upon touching it, my entire body surged with tremendous energy, much like the power rush an Arena gladiator must receive upon grabbing the Quad. I knew then that my search was over.

I began to reach for my wallet, but the old man raised his hand. "I ask for no payment. However, by accepting the Quakefish, you accept a great responsibility. There exist one in your inner circle who would cause great pain to others if he were to obtain the Quakefish."

"shaithis?" I asked.

The old man thought for some time. "No, but do remind your friend Fargo to seek me out soon," he replied. "I refer instead to your long-time fisticuff rival."

"Spyke!" I shouted. A long time ago, we had both trained at the Olde Skul Academy of Quaking. However, a bitter rivalry had forced us to walk separate paths in life. Fate, it seemed, was not without a sense of humor, as it paired the two of us together again, at PlanetQuake. It was all the fellow staffers could do to keep our bloodshed penned up inside the Gauntlet and the Arenas Eternal. We were the Ryu and Ken of the Quake universe.

"Yes," the old man nodded. "Terrible things will befall this world if Spyke should obtain the Quakefish. You must take great care not to let this power fall into evil hands."

"I will, sir," I bowed respectfully.

"Very good. Now go forth, and use the power of the Quakefish for good." I rose and began my way out of the building. As I passed out the doorway of the room, the old man called out. "One more thing!"

I stopped, and turned around.

"Give the Quakefish a worthy name," he smiled.

Puzzled, I turned around and left.


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