The camera pans to a sandy dune... suddenly, an explosion, the camera turns to see a group of Centurions firing at a Guardian. This Guardian, he lacks something. An exotic Gjallarhorn perhaps. The Guardian ducks behind cover, and curses. It sounds weird, like some alien tongue. The Guardianpulls out his Matador 69, and fires it into the camera, the screen goes black and you hear: GAME DESTINY JA MOTHER-blam!-ERS.