Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hog
Plowing through the fray
O'er hills we go
Fragging all the way
Needles 'round us ping
Making our shields bright
What fun it is to shoot and sing
Our slaying song tonight!
Jingle bells, Prophet smells
Jackal laid an egg
Hunter got annoyed at him
And tore off his leg
Jingle bells, shot gun shells
Hope it never ends
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon the Arbiter
Was seated by my side
The Warthog it was jacked
And then we both got shot
We plowed into a mass of Grunts
And then we got upsot!
Oh, jingle bells, Johnson yells
Throw all your grenades
Flood is gonna kill us all
In many gruesome ways
Jingle bells, though I fell
I'll respawn again
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
Master Chief: Halo 2 VacationBungie: "Hey Chief, can we talk for a minute?"Master Chief: Halo 2 Vacation6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Master Chief: "What's the problem?"
Bungie: "Yeah, uh...between Halo 2 and 3 - you know, when you were stuck in that warp to Earth until Halo 3 came out? - did you, you know, maybe....visit anywhere else while you waited?"
Master Chief: "....why do you ask?"
Bungie: "Well, it's just that one of the other employees was playing Fable II the other day and noticed this bit of history: 'Long ago, when Albion was still under rule of the Old Kingdom, a rift in space opened a portal between dimensions. Through the rift stepped a warrior of immense power, clad in green armour and carrying a striking crystal sword. Though he never revealed his real name, he was known to all as Hal. Made out of a strange material resembling glass, this sword once emitted a powerful energy when wielded by Hal.' - ....sound familar?"
Master Chief: "That could have been another warrior, that game had plenty of magic in it."
-Bungie sets a dead Energy Sword on
KnightJorge knelt down, squatting in the dirt, and very carefully lowered one grimy hand, fingers poised for deft action. He made sure he caught the centipede-like worm before it could burrow into the ground; he had been watching them for a few days and knew they could disappear in less than ten seconds. He picked up the worm and watched as it curled up into a ball, a protective mechanism. He was fascinated by how the worm's long, segmented body wiggled as it crawled across the ground; now he wanted it to crawl on his arm. So he gingerly lowered it down to his forearm, trying to get it to unroll. Slowly it uncurled and began to explore, tickling the small, fine hairs on his arm, its little clingy legs moving in ripples.Knight5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was quite alone at the far end of the playground, but he didn't seem to mind. At six, he was four feet tall, much bigger than the other children in his class at school. In spite of the fact that he was as smart as most third-graders, his classmates tended to label him big
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
Halo Reach: Death of Noble SixHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Noble Six4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Noble Six
I watched among the pink sunset.
The sun dipping below the rosen skys, giving the clouds that filled that rosen sky their color.
I imagined Her birds, flying into that bask of light.
Hell, if I wasn't on duty, or in the UNSC's military power... I definately enjoy Her bask of glory.
But not just me who's gonna be with me... I want all of Noble Team to see this magnificent beauty.
Also, minus this hellish war. The Covenant, the destruction, and everything that that religious group of aliens they brought upon.
But there's nothing that could be done. I wish that I just could reverse time before the Covanent attacked Reach, but I cannot change physics of space, and time.
Everything has been done.
The attacks of both Inner and Outer Colonies, the deaths of millions that the Covenant has committed, and...
The deaths of my Spartan brothers and sisters.
Especially the deaths of Noble Team.
My heart still aches because of this...
We gave our best shot, but it was ju
The Master Chief FactsThe Master Chief Facts8 years ago in Humor More Like This
- The number 117 isn't just Master Chief's identification, it's the length of his penis... in yards.
- There is no energy shield. Projectiles just stop before hitting the Chief.
- Master Chief doesn't need weapons to kill things, the weapons need Master Chief
- The Spartan Mark V armor actually broke because it couldn't contain Master Chief's awesomeness.
- If the marines just stay out of his way, Master Chief can finish the entire Halo story before you can say 'Halo'.
- The Chief did scare some Elites. So much that even their armor colors turned white, that's why there are white armored Elites.
- Microsoft doesn't own Master Chief. On the contrary, the Master Chief owns Microsoft.
- Master Chief's voice has the power to give women orgasms. The helmet he wears merely keeps that from happening.
- There are no Hackers, Modders, Glitches, Lag, and Cheaters. You losers were playing against the Master Chief and he's a better player than you.
- Gordon Freeman sleeps in Master Chief pajamas.
Illusion, a Halo fanfic"Ha. Beat that."Illusion, a Halo fanfic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man paused for a millisecond before moving his next piece, brow furrowed as he contemplated his newest strategy. The holographic chess set flickered as he tapped a black square and his knight moved there, then he withdrew his hand and folded his arms, daring his opponent to make her move.
Cortana's "eyes" narrowed and she gave a little huff, moving a castle to counter her adversary's advance. "That was just luck and you know it," she declared, a hint of frustration in her smooth voice. The AI, only a few inches tall on the board, rested a "hand" on the nearest bishop and cocked her head. "I'd love to see the gears turning inside that thick skull of yours, but sadly I don't have X-ray vision. What's your plan?"
"Winning," the old man muttered, then moved a pawn.
Cortana snorted and promptly captured the pawn with a pawn of her own. "Right. You are predictable if anything," she sighed. "But you know you can't beat the best mind around, right?"
"I can try."
What would the Freelancers do for a Klondike bar?At Freelancer commend, we asked the freelancer agents what they would do for a Klondike barWhat would the Freelancers do for a Klondike bar?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, what would you do for a Klondike bar?
South Dakota: Kill my brother
South: I mean kiss my brother.
North: ...I feel uncomfortable right now.
Me: You and me both.
Carolina: Do you think if I gave the Director a Klondike bar he would make me number one again!?
Me: Um, I don't know, maybe-
York: If I hold a Klondike bar to my eye, do you think it would help me see out of it?
York: Oh. Ok.
Me: Would you like a Klondike bar now?
Me: But what would you do for one?
York: ...Just give me the fucking bar
Washington: A Klondike bar!? Klondike bars are the worst bars ever. Of all ti-
[Tex punches him in the face]
Tex: DON'T BADMOUTH KLONDIKE BARS! I LOVE KLONDIKE BARS, BITCH!
CT: ....................what? I'm sorry, I can't think about ice cream right now. I'm too confused on how in the world that I'm a guy in season 7.
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 13Chapter 13: And To All A Good NightOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 135 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dr. Halsey took a deep breath and looked into her daughter's face, the face that so resembled her own yet had obvious traces of Jacob's in it. "I'm sorry," she said calmly, holding back her emotions; years of carefully maintaining a professional mask made it easy, but it was hard at the same time. "Sorry for not being a better mother; sorry for never being there when you needed me; sorry for well, a lot of things." She crossed her arms, mirroring Miranda's posture, and sighed. Suddenly she felt old.
"You make it sound so easy, being sorry," Miranda remarked, neither condemning nor accepting the apology. "What does 'sorry' mean when you say it, anyway?"
Halsey was quiet for a moment, then looked away. "It means I'm ashamed of myself, really," she said softly. "What is all I've done worth when I can't even face my own daughter without feeling like a failure?"
Miranda blinked rapidly. She uncrossed her arms, shifted her weight, then took a s
Halo Reach: Death of EmileHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Emile4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Emile
I watched as the last remaining Brute Chieftain drop to the rain-soaked pavement with various bullet wounds embedded into it's flesh.
Even with the last of the Covenant forces on the landing pad were killed, but my senses were still telling me that there are bound to be more of them.
And my instincts were telling me soon... very soon that they'll come.
I release the clip of my M392 DMR and refreshed it with a new one, readying myself if the Covenant bound themselves to show up.
I could feel the landing pad vibrate as Emile fired the Mass Driver into the oncoming Banshees, blowing them out of Her sky.
One by one...
As my gaze drifted towards the oncoming Pelican, the Pelican that's holding the UNSC's most highly skilled strategist and inspirational leader among the their Navy;
Captain Jacob Keyes.
As the Pelican landed on the landing pad and opened the back hatch, I could see three Marines and the Captain himself.
I placed the M392 DMR onto the back of my MJOLN