Hell in Hall 7: Road To Myself
By now, all of you should be familiar with Hall 7. For Eliza, it is the mostdelicioussmelling sphincter of TGS. For me? TGS’ stenchingtaintdipped over and over again into my open, paralyzed mouth. As a summary: Eliza and I have been exiled to Hall 7 through a strange conglomeration of our own arrogance and Nick Chester’s casual homoerotic appeal. While Dale North and that bastard Chester flitter back and forth betweenHalo 3,Devil May Cry 4,Metal Gear Solid 4andDark Love, Eliza and I are wildly gesticulating our inept pidin interview questions at a bunch of mentally-handicapped game design majors fresh-out of Tokyo’s local cut-rate technical schools....