When Hatebreed’s management called us to push the interview time forward, and then pretty much fucked it off without a phone call back, Dallas and I were left with only one option:

I can’t remember the last time I built a fort, but it probably was not nearly as epic as this particular fort. The best part about it, though, was the fact that we built it right in the office’s entry-way, and every person who came in had to climb over the cushion-less couch.

Our CEO Bill Fishkin:

Armed For Apocalypse drummer Nick Harris:

Synthesis Editor and Candy Apple frontman Jacob Sprecher:

The list goes on. Me, I would have just knocked the stupid thing over. Luckily, the rest of the office fears my wrath, and nothing would stir my wrath more than knockin over my fucking badass fort. See the front? It has gun turrets! Halliburton could learn a thing or two here.

UPDATE: Hatebreed just fucked off the second interview time (rescheduled for 8:00, fingers crossed). In the meantime, blueprints to rebuild the fort are quickly being drawn up. Emerald City look out.

UPDATE #2: Jamey from Hatebreed is way nice. My new fort is even nicer.

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