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Editor's note: In true Hollywood fashion, Rick has crafted a more explosive sequel to his story about video-game movies, An Honest Conversation with Hollywood. Look for cameos from Bitmob's own Dan Hsu and Jason Wilson, along with community writer Meghan Ventura! -Brett
In the three months since I had last spoken with Hollywood, nothing had changed. The Mass Effect movie had not been cancelled, and Resident Evil: Afterlife now had a release date. As I looked down on the Hollywood strip before me, I knew the time for words was over. It was time for action.
My watch beeped, warning me that I had 10 seconds to get into position. I strapped on my bandoliers, cocked my Berettas, and took a deep breath. It all came down to this.
A fleet of black SUVs turned the corner, with a limousine hunkered between them. Its rims were encrusted with diamonds. I had my target. I sheathed my guns, moved 15 paces back from the roof's edge, and closed my eyes. Taking another deep breathe, I shut the world out. All I saw in my mind was the limo and its ridiculous rims.
My watch erupted in a flash of lights and noise. I snapped my eyes open and launched into a full sprint. I hit the ledge and leapt out into the sky, the feeling of weightlessness overtaking me.
I landed on the limo’s roof, causing the driver to swerve in surprise. I opened my hands, allowing my bladed gloves to dig into the frame.
I had a few moments before the escort around me opened fire. To my surprise, the sunroof slid open in front of me. A man in a gaudy red tuxedo with diamond-encrusted sunglasses looked up from his seat and smiled. It was Hollywood.
"Rick, what are you doing?"
I gritted my teeth and drew my pistol. "Ending this."
Hollywood moved like lightning. Before I had a chance to think, he had my own gun pressed against my chin. "Ending what? Did you not like Scott Pilgrim?"
Anger raged through me. "That's not the same! Scott Pilgrim is not a movie based on a video game. It's a movie based on a graphic novel celebrating video-game culture. Why does no one understand that!" 
Hollywood used my momentary distraction to get in a fast sucker punch. I quickly let go of my grip and slid back from the sunroof.
"Rick, we were friends once! Stop this shit and my security will let you go."
I screamed my refusal as the escort picked up speed. Looking at the road ahead, I knew I had taken too long. We were about to hit the highway.
Hollywood signalled to his men from the sunroof. The SUVs lowered their windows. I cursed under my breath and tightened my grip. Gunshots erupted all around me, missing by a decent margin. I was lucky Hollywood's security was comprised of failed action-movie extras.
Hollywood’s driver was getting more aggressive. Quickly, I planted a heavy C4 charge on the limo. The driver slammed into nearby cars with reckless abandon, trying to shake me loose. My arms felt like they were going to rip from their sockets.
Without warning, Hollywood popped up again from the sunroof, still with my pistol in his hand. He opened fire and hit me in the shoulder. I screamed and lost my grip.
The limo driver braked hard; my momentum launched me into the air. I hit the ground with a thud, feeling my left arm break as I rolled and rolled. Luckily, we had only been moving at about 30 mph. Before I lost consciousness, I detonated the C4. The explosion rang in my ears, and I knew I had done it. It was finally over.
When my mind reeled back to reality, I saw Hollywood looking down on me, his immaculate eyebrows raised quizzically.
"Well, it looks like this didn't end the way you wanted." He nudged my bruised ribs with his foot. "Oh, Rick, why couldn't you just let this go?"
I glared up at him.
He sighed. "Look, I can’t stop making video-game movies even if I wanted to. You see, I have a very powerful backer. You may have heard of him." He looked me over, his eyebrows furrowing in feigned concern. He leaned in close and pressed the gun against my forehead. "His name is Activision."
I closed my eyes, bracing myself. There was a gunshot; I flinched, then realized I was still alive. Opening one eye, I saw a security goon fall. Another shot, and another went down. All around me, Hollywood’s security guards were dropping like flies.
Hollywood stood up. "What the–"
Hollywood’s gun was shot out of his hand; he screamed in surprise. "Guards, stop them!"
I saw a man moving in the shadows. He was dispatching goons right and left. His fists sent them flying. When he finished pummeling the last straggler, he took a step forward. He was missing a shoe. To my surprise, it was Dan Hsu, formerly of EGM, and I could tell he was still pissed about console games killing his brain cells.
Hollywood was indignant. "You!"
Dan smiled. Hollywood was hit from behind and knocked to the ground. It was the managing editor of Bitmob, Jason Wilson. He laid Hollywood out like piece of paper.
“It’s over, Hollywood," Jason said. "We haven’t forgotten Super Mario Bros.”
Hollywood coughed as he crawled away.
Jason helped me up. Dan came forward and grabbed Hollywood by the shoulder. "You were warned. Now the Bitmafia is involved. You and Activision are going down."
Jason tossed me a headset. I threw it on and heard experienced editor and double agent Meghan Ventura. "Rick, we already have a lead on Activision. I’m trailing him in Africa while he location scouts for his upcoming game Call of Duty: Safari Warfare."
"Thanks, Meghan…" My ribs were in agony, but I was relieved that it was nearly over and the legendary Bitmafia had taken up the cause.
Without warning, a helicopter descended from the sky. Hollywood laughed maniacally. "You thought this would be that easy?"
The helicopter laid down a spray of gunfire from its chained miniguns. We all took cover. Hollywood scrambled up to the helicopter from a rope.
"You all die here! I will keep making video-game movies until all gamers give up their passion in despair!"
And with that, a hailstorm of missiles descended upon us. I watched in as they screamed forward in seeming slow motion and exploded against the pavement. I closed my eyes against the warmth as we were engulfed in a rolling sea of flame. In the distance, I thought I heard someone scream the words: "Morrrrrtal Kommmmbat!"
To be continued… maybe.