Prologue

R* - a fly on the wall

"Guys, I've just called this meeting to once again thank you all for your incredible work on this project. We can now say that this project has been a complete success. Before I lay out our plans for the upcoming DLC's, does anyone have anything they'd like to say?"

From the back of the room, Zach the intern raises his hand.

"Yeah, Zach, what's on your mind?"

"Uh...I just wanted to say that...I was on the gameplay testing team, and I think this whole jetpack mystery you guys threw in before the final code commit was simply genius."

The executive leading the meeting looks confused as his eyes scan the room..."Uh...what jetpack mystery?"

Just then, one of the lead programmers steps forward..."Yeah,
sir...we have a...uh...small problem. None of the guys were going to say anything about it, but I think it's time we came clean."

"See, some of the guys...to be honest, it was just Dave...thought it would be funny to throw in this stupid mural on Mt Chiliad. It has a stick figure of a guy with a jetpack on it."

"So, what's the problem?"

"Well, sir, this one stupid picture has sparked an internet witch hunt which has taken on Machiavellan proportions. People are spending hundreds of gameplay hours looking for some jetpack now, but there's not really any jetpack in the game."

As the exectutive dismisses the rest of the team, a few coders stay behind and open up a few forum pages to show their boss. The coders are then asked to leave while the boss begins to read the posts.

Cut to 24 hours later, the executive reconvenes the staff for a new meeting.

"Ok guys, new topic...I haven't slept in 20 hours. I've driven the
Space Docker to every place I can think of and honked every custom horn.One of you aholes better come clean right now and tell me how to find this jetpack."

"Sir, that's just it...there IS no jetpack. We never thought it would become this..."

"YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN PIEHOLE JOHNSON! IT'S RIGHT THERE ON THE F#*$ING PICTURE! NOW, I SAY AGAIN, ONE OF YOU AHOLES START SPITTING
OUT THE ANSWER...I'M GOING TO COUNT TO 5....1, 2, 3..."

"Sir, but there's really..."

"THE NEXT WORDS YOU SAY WILL BE YOUR LAST HERE, JOHNSON, I'M WARNING YOU..."

As the camera fades out, we faintly hear Zach, the intern, as he chuckles to himself...."Classic f#*$ing Dave."

posted by EquiFritz (reddit)

This short story sums up the chain of events leading us here.

now is the mural a purpose made event backed by R* in an aim for the ultimate Easter Egg hunt or are we being fucked with by one/some of the programmers. That is the aim of this blog to find an answer to that question by making sure a record of events and findings is cataloged in an attempt to make sure the gaming community isnt constantly back tracking and rehashing already covered material