[b]Firestorm[/b] Coming from inside the building I could hear a cacophony. The windows showed people shouting, standing up and throwing things at each other, and it was with a frown that I glanced around for an indication that I was not entering a hall of bedlam and insanity. Above my head, the crudely-written sign read 'reach vs black ops'. Biting my lip, I pushed the door open. What overwhelmed me immediately was not the sound, as it was what I had heard from the outside, only nearly ten thousand times louder, so it felt. The violence and acts of brutality were of little surprise either, as I had seen the projection of food, beer, orange juice and vomit, with the occasional shattering of glass, from without. No, the most disturbing sensation of that scene was the odour that beset me on my entrance: it was as though I had walked into a wall of warm, fetid corpse with its pores still in fully-functioning order. I gagged a little, holding my nose and knitting my brow, backing away in the nick of time as a couple of fairly obese boys slammed each other into the wooden wall beside me, one with a peculiar object in his hand. "Yeah I know why u guys mean but damn i just lost interest in halo since the major lag problems oh well we'll see what happens" I stared at the boy. He didn't seem to notice me, and continued bashing the other over the head with his weapon. Fire burst from the end, scorching the wall behind his enemy, who kicked him in the stomach and thrust him back into the maelstrom.