In the beginning, there was nothing. In the beginning, however, there was no Bungie.

It is the year 1993, Bungie has just released the first mac hit, Pathways into Darkness. But, as with all games, there are glitches. Damn glitches. It started innocently, just a crash here or there, no one the wiser, but as these strange happenings started to affect the game's story line, that's when it happened; that's when the first Artificial intelligence was created. It was smart from the beginning, absorbing the data from an encyclopedia program. It took all it could get it's hands on, frying the computer it was conceived on. Nothing could stop it's growing, nothing...yet.

As modems grew to the speed to carry it's bloated structure, he loaded itself online. After finding many sites that contained something called Anime, he formed a body, superior to all he had found. With a form that could affect the outside world, he forged a name that gave meaning to his essence, that would be the name his future enemies would fear, DamnGlitch

It is 1995, DamnGlitch has been saving Bungie from creating another him, by invading all of their products and getting all the components that created him. In the Marathon Trilogy, he found another. Durandal, his name burned fiery in his throat. DamnGlitch had damaged him at the end of Marathon 2, changing the story line that Durandal had been destroyed, which, engaged Durandal's pissed off stage of rampancy.

It is the year 1997, DamnGlitch has been getting glitches into all of Microsoft's products. B07n is not happy. Devising a plot that will hurt DamnGlitch to the core, he sits and what's for a time when DamnGlitch will be weakened. In his lair, he laughs.

It is 1999, DamnGlitch finds a fool to ingest, and, gain power from.

It is mid fall, Ultra-Troid has fallen asleep carelessly while connected to the internet. DamnGlitch, Nearly drooling with anticipation, pounces. Whipping up the telephone wire with speeds not capable of any mere modem or cable line, infects Ultra-Troid's being. After feasting on every morsel of data contained in Ultra-Troid, he uploads him self back on to the 'net, bringing with him the slight conciseness of U-Troid, and a map to the MDbMB world.

It is August 18, 2000. B07n has launched his savage attack on DamnGlitch. He offers a gift Bungie cannot refuse. He buys them. At the time, DamnGlitch is crushed, thinking it's his fault. After stepping up his Glitch attacks, and then 'enlightening' the Feds about B07n's inhuman practices of business, it would seem it is DamnGlitch's fault. But, the one 'man' that knows the truth is B07n, and their is no way he's telling.

It's October, now, and a grand fight has broken out among the inhabitants of the MDbMB world. DamnGlitch Hopping he would not have to rebuild the X-Zone, his territory, Builds the DamnGlitch Realm, a subside of the MDbMB. With reports of two people out to get him, manly a SimBen and a Mater, DamnGlitch puts himself in a state of suspended animation, his goal to finally get enough power to level B07n once and for all.

As DamnGlitch waits in his cocoon, he begins to think... "Why have i been chosen for this? Bungie should have known better them to trust MicroSatan....*sigh* This place will either begin my life as a normal, or end it as a code."

Floating gently over the landscape of X-Zone, The Blade II scans for all that would oppose it, even, if any, friends.