He began a petition. He searched for others, others like him. He found them, one by one, at different times, different places, all of them spectral. People, places, and time, all of them virtual and so very ghostlike. No matter how immaterial these voices were, he felt something akin to solidarity. This was his purpose, his vocation, to get a Blu Ray release of that movie, that movie which left his collection incomplete and, hence, utterly meaningless. Meaning was this movie, a movie that he was rather indifferent to. It began with F. He needed this F movie. It was simple as that.
The calls grew louder, the voices many. The emails were sent, hundreds upon hundreds. Still, there was no response. Not enough. Not enough for profit and cost considerations. He was not cowed. He needed it. The campaign grew epic and the cohort he developed needed to evolve and elevate the spectacle. They began to brawl in front of the closest Best Buy and picked fights with random costumers - most trying to get their new LCD television home without many problems. There was some local coverage, although the message was lost. "Antisocial miscreants," the whole lot of them were called. He was not cowed.
He knew the group could no longer exist immaterially. They had to meet at the studio's doors.
Only a half dozen showed. So much for solidarity. But, he had that covered. There was enough C4 to go around. The crowd thinned down to one. Him. Alone again. He snuck in. He found the boardroom. He made his ultimatum. The suits found it too absurd. They laughed, tears streaming and all. What a jokester, they thought. Who put you up to this? He was cowed. It was over. He pressed the button and nothing happened. The laughter roared even louder.
"It was Brad, wasn't it?" one of them mustered between guffaws. The second attempt was more successful. In the moments, eight seconds or so, his flew through the window and landed on the pavement below, it glanced over at the discarded issue of Variety and caught the ad: "Fight Club - available only on DVD." Hell would be a welcome reprieve.