As Marty's inner stalactites finally meet his stalagmites in the dank middle of his cavernous life, we look back fondly at a Bungie tradition. Photoshopping the dear old fellow before he is carted off to the Kirkland Home for the Terminally Bewildered. Every time the poor chap sends an email to a Bungie distribution list, the pics come flying back in a matter of seconds. This is not a selection of the greatest 'Shops in the world, this is just a tribute.
BONUS ROUND: One of these images is not 'Shopped. And believe me, I'd know, I can tell from the pixels and from having seen quite a few 'Shops in my time.
Marty remembers when these things all had nice square edges. And he knows that
their secret purpose is a giant domino topple.
Marty spends loads of cash to try and get himselves and Jaime drunk...
...but tonight, he sleeps with the fishes.
Swear fealty to Jerxes, the king of underpants.
Business trippin'
5pm is Martini time. Note: It is always
5pm somewhere.
Marty likes a little cream off the top.
Marty has a sweet rider in his contract.
Have you thought any more about my underpant kingdom?
Irony encapsulated.
Diddy doesn't care about Marty.
Mighty Morphin' Unabomber.
Marty's favorite type of Market is the Bear.
Things Marty has seen first-hand.
Aging gracefully.
Those were Marty's Wilde years.
Is it cold in here, or is it just the End of Days?
For those of you about to hurl...
Is it warm in here? Or am I living inside the bounciest of all castles?
Wo ist Marty's gelt?
Hancock, pass me the Sharpie.