Chi-chi—BOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the screen!
Thick smoke swirled as a rifleman in khaki combat gear charged forward.
Rat-tat-tat… whoosh… rumble…
Stray bullets zipped through the chaos of the factory battlefield. Rubble flew from relentless bombings, and deafening blasts pounded the ears.
The fight was pure madness.
Swish!
A slide tackle. The rifleman ducked behind a concrete bunker, ready to link up with teammates.
But then—
Whoosh—BOOM!
A spiraling rocket screamed in, shattering the bunker like brittle tofu. Flames erupted, hurling the rifleman to the ground.
Oof!
Daisy Mae's Twitch chat went wild:
"Holy crap, this war scene's legit!"
"Feels like a damn blockbuster!"
"That camera work's slick as hell."
"Rocket's in my face, man!"
"Zoey's trailers always slap."
"This… ain't half bad?"
Chat gasped.
A steady male voice cut through:
In every border battle I've seen…
Pilots are the ultimate hunters.
The rifleman's blurry vision cleared. A bright azure glow approached.
An Iron Pilot, also in khaki but rocking an armed backpack and a sharp X-shaped helmet, sprinted over.
Zooming past, his backpack ignited—red and blue flames launching him skyward. Bullets rained, but he moved like a cheetah, sharp and graceful.
A dart hit a distant cover, its pulse wave revealing hidden enemies.
The Pilot didn't slow. Dodging stray shots, sidestepping missiles, weaving past self-destructing spider bots.
In Slo-Mo Strike bullet time, he slid forward, lobbing a prepped grenade—
They're agile, fast, elegant, but deadly.
Observant, resourceful, ruthless.
The Pilot burst through explosion flames, guns blazing left and right.
Caught-off-guard enemies dropped, blood flying. The untouchable firepower position collapsed in seconds.
A hook shot out, and with his backpack's boost, he scaled walls, crashed through a window into the stronghold.
In a narrow corridor, enemies swarmed.
Gunshots echoed, bullets gouged walls, dust clouded the air.
The Pilot moved like a ghost—illusions tricked foes, stealth cloaked his steps.
With high-tech gear and a cool head, he was a god of war.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots. The last enemy fell.
The corridor? A graveyard.
Lightning fast. One man, one army.
Chat exploded:
"What the hell?!"
"Hacks, man!"
"Wallhacks, speed boosts, invisibility, flight—what's next, aimbot?"
"Official cheats baked into the game!"
"This is freaking insane!"
"Exoskeletons got nothing on this!"
"This blows Zenith's bugs out the water!"
"They said this'd suck. This is suck?!"
"Sam's cooking!"
"If the game's this good, I'm sold."
"Gus doesn't fake trailer hype. This is real."
"Hold up, only Pilots get this? We're just riflemen?"
"Riflemen can level up to Pilots, right?"
"Screw bug planets, I'm a Pilot! Zoey, finish this game or else!"
Chat was shook. Exoskeletons in IndieVibe X2 cabins were cool, but WindyPeak's Pilot pushed it further—wild gear, shifting tactics, pure chaos.
Everyone braced for WindyPeak's flop.
Instead? Titanfall reignited mecha hype.
Pilots were dope, but what about the Titans?
A grand symphony swelled with the voice-over.
The Pilot bolted to the corridor's end. Through his eyes, chat looked skyward—
Rumble.
Thunder rolled.
BOOM!
A shockwave bloomed. A two-story Titan crashed from low orbit, smashing the ground. Glass shattered across the building.
The Pilot leaped. The synced Titan caught him, sliding him into the cockpit.
It spun, deploying an azure energy field. Bullets and rockets sank into it like bugs in gel.
The Titan stepped forward, swinging its arm.
Chi-chi-chi!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
An eye for an eye. Returned ammo obliterated enemies, leaving ash.
The Titan yanked a massive machine gun, unleashing hell. Its caliber tore earth apart, shredding bunkers like paper.
Justice by firepower, plain and simple.
War. Blood. Steel.
Tech beyond dreams and heavy, badass metal made the battlefield a bloody concerto.
The climax hit as an enemy Titan landed.
Steel fists clashed, giants trading blows. Each strike felt like a mountain collapsing.
Machine guns roared, flames snaked, roads and bunkers crumbled under the onslaught.
A deafening roar gripped chat's hearts.
"I—freaking—HELL!" Daisy Mae jumped up, clutching her head, eyes wide.
The rifleman's voice-over laid out Titanfall's story:
Since I could think, the border's been home.
The Interstellar Mining Corp's been strip-mining our worlds, poisoning us, killing resistors.
We're winning on Eros, but the Corp's still out there.
I'm a rifleman in the resistance, fighting for freedom.
Becoming a Pilot's a long shot, but when I do, I hope to be…
The Titan duel peaked. The rebel Titan leaped, smashing a steel fist. The Corp's Titan swung a heavy alloy sword.
The screen froze.
The rifleman closed:
…worthy.
The trailer ended.
Chat went silent for three seconds.
Then—BOOM!—it erupted:
"OH MY GOD!"
"What did I just see? A sci-fi flick?!"
"Who said mecha was a bad pick? I'm sorry, my bad!"
"Haters, where you at?"
"Pilots were wild, but Titans? NEXT LEVEL!"
"Machine guns, shoulder cannons, kinetic turrets… Titans come in models with unique skills!"
"Mecha customization? Genius!"
"Simple idea, but WindyPeak nailed it!"
"Pilots got tech, Titans got builds—both bases covered."
"This ain't no underdog! This is Sleipnir, the eight-legged beast!"
"I'm calling it: WindyPeak wins!"
"Seconded! Gavel down!"
"Zoey: The day we're a top-tier studio is far off, but if we make it, I hope we're—"
"Worthy!"
Chat flooded with color, a tidal wave of hype.
Daisy Mae lost it. The stream exploded. The gaming world blew up.
Nebula's rivals and media watched, stunned.
This was IndieVibe vs. Nebula's first showdown. The opening clash set the tone for hype and promotion.
After two days, Nebula led by 26 points (Polar Bear 3: 63%, IndieVibe X2: 37%).
WindyPeak was written off.
Media had their headlines ready:
Tate's Gaming Scoop: Underdog Crushed: IndieVibe's Next Move?
Global Esports: Zenith's Betrayal Seals Round One!
MiniPlay: WindyPeak Fumbles: Why Zoey's Mecha Flopped.
Nebula planned to lock in their FPS lead, shake IndieVibe's racing and sports.
IndieVibe braced to shore up Fury Games and NeoSpark, diverting WindyPeak's budget.
Then Gus Harper slapped everyone silly.
Titanfall's cinematic trailer—Pilot flair, Titan builds—smashed mecha stereotypes.
Players went nuts. The market roared.
8 p.m.: Titanfall trailer dropped.
10 p.m.: IndieVibe X2 hit 49%, tying Polar Bear 3 at 51%.
Midnight: Titanfall topped all six escort games, pushing IndieVibe X2 6% ahead of Polar Bear 3.
PacificTech's data didn't lie.
The gaming world flipped, cursing Gus while scrambling.
Media burned their drafts, churning out new ones:
Tate's Gaming Scoop: WindyPeak Turns the Tide! IndieVibe X2 Shines!
GameHub: Underdog? Sleipnir! WindyPeak's Ace Revealed!
Global Esports: Zenith, We're Done. WindyPeak's Titan Wins!
MiniPlay: WindyPeak's Comeback: How They Beat the Odds.
Overnight, shade turned to praise. "WindyPeak rules" and "Gus is king" filled the feeds.
Nebula's Boston HQ held an emergency call. Chris Garrett, GM, snapped:
"Can someone tell me what the hell happened?"
Chris was numb.
Mecha was supposed to be dead.
Any of Nebula's three giants—StarWolf, Radiant, Zenith—should've crushed WindyPeak.
Instead, Titanfall silenced them.
Dean Keller (Radiant) piped up:
"Uh, Chris… WindyPeak's only at 31% across the six games. Our three FPS titles hold 43%. We're still ahead."
Chris wanted to strangle him through the screen.
You serious?
Three massive studios, billions in budget, and only 12 points up?
You bragged you'd bury WindyPeak!
Chris swallowed his rage, pivoting strategy.
Nebula ditched shaking IndieVibe's racing and sports, focusing fire on Titanfall. A three-on-one Hercules showdown, embarrassing but necessary.
Victor Lang saw it coming, calling an urgent IndieVibe meeting in Portland.
The gaming world burned that night. Titanfall's upset sparked endless chatter.
But Zoey Parker? Slept like a baby in Tech Tower, Seattle.
In her dream, her system—nicknamed Fifty—sprouted wings, flew from the office, and returned with stacks of cash.
"Titanfall tanked," Fifty said. "$170M down the drain. Here's your $1.7B rebate."
Zoey grinned all night.
Morning came. Her phone buzzed, waking her.
Caller ID: Victor Lang (IndieVibe).