Bungie is a mystery. Their studio in Kirkland is a ruse, and they're telecommuting from an island in the south pacific, where it never rains, unless you want it to, and the fruit that falls from the trees is only good to eat on the same day it fell, and clothing is optional for some, manditory for others, but everyone sits around the fire at night and wonders if there is intelligent life in the universe, and what's up with those dang hatches anyhow, and when is anyone going to get them off this freakin' island....