Hi! I'm John Romero, and this is Stevie Case. We're here to announce that one of the most anticipated games ever-- Daikatana 2-- is currently in development!
That's right, John! And since we wish to avoid the sort of rioting, looting, and mass hysteria that marked Daikatana's release date, each box will contain a signed photo of my boobies!
Look! Up on stage! It's the bastards responsible for unleashing Daikatana upon an innocent Earth!
Vengeance is at hand! Let's get them!
And so a terrible crisis is averted. But at what cost? AT WHAT COST?
What is? That we, the two most powerful entities in the universe, have been marginalized by an increasingly rational naturalistic philosophy?
That the eternal war between good and evil is no longer seen as a metaphor for human existence, but is believed to be trite and hackneyed, suitable only for the plot of a Saturday morning cartoon?
No, that I'm nailed to a fucking cross, asshole. What the fuck are you babbling about?
Reknowned astrophysicist and superhero Stephen Hawking is trapped in the dungeons of the evil Glotor!
Hmm. Glotor pulled no stops when designing this prison-- each path leads to certain doom! Only a cyborg with the brain of a Nobel Prize winner could unravel his web of lies!
The incredible Professor of Pain begins to concentrate... for if he intends to harness the power of quantum physics to escape this deathtrap, he'll need every ounce of strength he can muster!
Must... control... particle-antiparticle pairs... I've only got one chance at this! Reinforced exoskeleton, don't let me down!
Sweet freedom! Mighty Stephen Hawking prepares to tackle his next challenge...
Death visits ION Storm to take the life of their sole competent employee...
Warren Spector is right through this door, Mister Death. Try not to be too messy-- I'm getting a new bargeload of employees next week, and I'd like the place to be tidy when they arrive.
WHATEVER. JUST LET ME DO MY JOB, BITCH.
I HAVE COME FOR YOU, WARREN SPECTOR.
No! Not yet! There's so much left to be done!
LOVELY SENTIMENT, BUT TAKE IT FROM ME, WARREN-- I'M AN ETERNAL BEING WITH NIGH-LIMITLESS POWER, AND -I- WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DRAG ION STORM'S REPUTATION OUT OF THE MUD.
I haven't even gotten around to teaching Paul Steed about girls!
Whelp, Ah reckon Ah'm the last of the cowboys in these here parts. We're a dyin' breed.
Mebbe it all started when the farmers started puttin' up barbed wire. All Ah know is that there ain't no cowpokes round here no more-- it's like they up and...
[Central command, last of cowboys has just been vaporized. Now returning for debriefing.]
According to Stephen Hawking, we will never learn the secret to time travel; if this discovery were ever made, we'd see tourists from the future living among us.
This got me thinking. Maybe they do live among us-- the trick lies in spotting them.
Such futuristic tourists would have anachronistic technology, and their knowledge of history-- our future-- would allow them to predict new trends in entertainment.
Thousands of years of divergent evolution would likely favor intelligence over height. These factors point to only one possible conclusion...
The Japanese are from the future.
You have exposed our secret, primitive human. Prepare for immolation. Er, I mean-- I like Pokemon!
Inside the Black Guzzler's orbiting Space Fortress of Death...
Ha ha ha! All my diabolicial plans are falling into place! Soon, the Earth will...
Halt, evildoer!
Your twisted schemes have come to an end, villain! Here-- have these fruit pies! You'll no doubt want to comment on the light, flaky crust and real fruit filling.
Er. Thank you. Thank you very much. I'll just go put these in the break room, shall I?
Back at the Justice Association's headquarters...
Honestly, I don't know. Something evil and twisted, obviously. But don't worry about it-- I took care of the problem.
Good afternoon. You must be the rightful owner of this house. I am the elderly squatter who has taken up residence within your domicile while you were away. Note my horrible odor and lack of a shirt.
...but...
You're welcome to stay with us if you like. Oh, just make sure you avoid the basement-- thirty or so hobos live down there now. And some of them are quite territorial.
...uh...
Heh. Lookit 'im run.
Sir! Tarry a moment, please! We're about to cook and eat your cat-- would you like to join us?
Hello, there. I'm an innocent, virginal, Japanese schoolgirl who happens to be wearing her junior high uniform in a comic strip created by a suspected otaku pervert.
Ahem. I said: I'm an innocent, virginal, Japanese schoolgirl. In her school uniform, for Christ's sake.