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I already posted on here a little while ago but I'm a very impatient person. Like the guy a few posts above me the whole time I read this story i was under the assumption that it was already finished. Unlike him however, I proceded to yell and throw pointy objects at young children. My frustration aside I love what you've been doing and I can't wait for you to post the next chapter.

  • 07.08.2006 12:49 PM PDT
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*yells and flails* bsdfjbvhzsfd vzSvb ;xskfjvk;ZXFNvk;lJFDv

  • 07.08.2006 2:53 PM PDT
Subject: Halo Fanfic: The End of a War (Forerunner Chronicles: Part One: Pag...
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lmao!

Yeah, it was a bit surprising and frusterating.

Save the children Mr Clark and finish the story!

  • 07.10.2006 11:23 AM PDT
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*reterns every two days*........... *yells and flails*

  • 07.10.2006 8:09 PM PDT
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i might spontaneously combust due to the pressure of not knowing what happens. and that would be sad. help us, Mr. Clark.

  • 07.12.2006 4:04 PM PDT
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well, personaly I don't really care if some people combust, as it might stop the whining, which by-the-way is starting to grate; although I would like to see another post by clark, if only to show us all that he is still alive and that an over-zelous fan hasn't held him at gun-point to finish the fic.

(my apologies to those who aren't wasting their posts....so to speak)

(btw clark....the stuffs still great)

[Edited on 7/13/2006]

  • 07.13.2006 1:50 AM PDT

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Posted by: Atlantan Wraith
well, personaly I don't really care if some people combust, as it might stop the whining, which by-the-way is starting to grate; although I would like to see another post by clark, if only to show us all that he is still alive and that an over-zelous fan hasn't held him at gun-point to finish the fic.

(my apologies to those who aren't wasting their posts....so to speak)

(btw clark....the stuffs still great)


I like you idea.

  • 07.13.2006 5:30 AM PDT
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Posted by: Mr_Clark
Momentary glimpses of surprise flittered across the other Majal, and Fasul recognized those expressions, and the weight they carried.

The looks of one who realizes he does not stand before a fool. There is regret and despair in their faces, for the weak and stupid are easy to mold and control in order to serve whatever purpose they have engineered for me.

The uncomfortable moment was ended when Geul stepped forward and placed his arm around the shoulders of Fasul once more.

“Time is short Fasul, I shall take you down to the floor where we shall prepare for your account,” the elder Majal explained as he led Fasul away.

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The procedure for making an account before the assembled inside the Palintheum was not as easy as one might think. To guard against unsubstantiated testimony, and false truths, the Majal deigned with giving his or her account on a particular topic before the Palintheum would be situated within a cerebral chamber, strapped into a miniature dome that was situated beneath the floor of the assembly. On occasions where it was needed, the dome could be called to rise from its depths, earning it the nickname “Ashion”, an obstructive use of preexisting words within the central Majal dialect. The Majal dialect would be considered an agglutinative language, as it was mainly based around morphemes being joined together, though the races of Majal that initially were birthed on the northern continents of Lithium spoke a more poetic form, that took much longer to say things, yet often sounded nicer to those listening. The “Niantic” form, as it was called at this stage of Majal development, was often used in plays and other forms of phonetic entertainment as it lent a sophisticated and alluring sound to the dialogue.

Ashion was a melding of an ancient phrase, “Aisin hesina ionma ni” which when translated became, “From darkness, come perception”. When said in the Niantic form however, the phrase became, “Taken from darkness, shall perception be birthed”. The Ashion was aptly named, for it was perhaps the most intrusive creation to ever emerge from the Majal technological advancements. The machine would literally pull free the memories, thoughts, and images from the consciousness of whatever creature it was connected to.

It was not unheard of for a soul to be apprehensive when placed within its unseeing interior. The thriving hum of the equipment was the only sound heard, and the dome itself was thick, and incapable of projecting images of what was carrying on outside of its small shell. Though there was no physical pain, the host would be subjected to whatever memories the Ashion was sent to retrieve and display. For some it meant reliving painful moments.

This was what worried Fasul as the dome was closed and locked from the outside. He did not know what areas of his past could be of any use to the Palintheum assembly, and though he dared not to imagine it, he felt the trickle of fear that the others would seek to confirm his convictions. His trepidation came not from worries that his morals were not up to the task of close scrutiny but instead were birthed from his belief that memories relating to Absolon may be unearthed.

I spend every moment thinking of him, for these rare times when I am free of that burden, I cannot allow them to delve so deep into my past.

Fasul was, however, already placed within the core of Ashion. While he was not strapped down in any way, the dome had been closed, and there appeared to be no apparent method of opening it from the inside.

“Geul! Do not begin this process! I must speak with you! Geul!”

His shouts earned him no response, aside from the hum of the interior growing in volume.

Blast! I have assented to be their puppet for this cause, but I will not give them free reign over my mind!

With a cry of frustration did Fasul throw himself against the encapsulated walls that held him within Ashion. His efforts, though great, were wasted. The dome did not budge, and from the exterior no help come.

The sounds generated from Ashion were strong enough that Fasul could feel the vibrations of sound as they passed through his body. Pulsations through the dome grew in intensity, and Fasul began to fear for his life. The explanations given to him by Geul spoke nothing of this.

Light flooded the interior, blinding him as an unseen force shoved against the Majal’s body. There was only a moment to consider what it was that struck him before Fasul impacted the shell of the dome. His head cracked soundly, causing his already impaired vision to blur and darken. The world was swimming around him as inertia gave way, and his body slumped against the ground. Blinding light bathed everything Fasul could perceive at that moment, and in an instant, it was replaced with darkness.

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Awareness and light were foreign entities to him during this time. Floating amongst images of his past. Images of his future.

Fasul was trapped within a world of darkness, but had no understanding of that fact.

So terrible a thing it is to be a prisoner, yet have no conception of your imprisonment.

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Wow.

  • 07.14.2006 10:06 AM PDT
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Double wow.

  • 07.14.2006 3:53 PM PDT
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dude, its July 14. That was a seriously long time.

Posted by: Mr_Clark

The chapter is essentially finished. I just need to format it, edit it, then post it at the myriad of places the story frequents. I'm sure I'll get around to posting it on the weekend. If not, I give you guys permission to flail me.

So yes, excuse number 43542254. Feel free to complain and yell at me, I probably won't read it, but at least you'll have vented those frustrations.


I went on vacation on the 28'th and came back all ready and willing to read. And then i thought "DANG!" But i think i can get over it. Any new time updates then?

AND I INVITE everyone to watch the season premiers of Stargate SG1, and Stargate Atlantis tonight. I believe its starts at 8 or 9, Estern Standard time. Then we could all hunt down MR. Clard and have a good ol' flailing.

I know its mean, but i mean, he gave us permission!

I don't usually get permission from said victim to flail them. Usually, i have to sign something before hand and ask the parents.

I'm just kidding you know.

I LOVE YOU!

  • 07.14.2006 5:28 PM PDT
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I am working on the chapter, but I am a prissy person. If I read the chapter and come away thinking it is not to my tastes, I will delete the whole thing instantly, without a second thought. Then I'll get started on rewriting it, but a lot of the time I get distracted by things. Tons of things. Like the shiny iMac I use for writing now.

And apparently, when I quit my jobs, it turns out, I stopped getting money; so now I have to find a job again. I'm also overcome with the urge to fly to Japan for the rest of the summer, but I won't do that without fair warning ahead of time, so no worries about me actually disappearing for months.

Aside from that, I'm actually putting an effort into finishing this story! Can you believe it? I bet you thought it would never happen right? Its true though, I'm really eager to move on and set my sights on higher goals. The next chapter is somewhere close to being finished, for the second time, after I deleted the whole thing for being in my words, "A poor excuse of fictional literature". Rejoice fair citizens!

I am a kind benavolent King however, so I shall give you a taste, a scrumptious morsel of flavoring from the coming chapter. It follows!

  • 07.15.2006 1:06 AM PDT
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The room was immaculate; the walls were of a pristine whiteness that cast out a reflection of Fasul as he walked by. He stopped and gazed at himself, realizing that though it felt as if he had just seen himself in the mirror at his home the other day; it had in fact been years. His skin had become pale, the equivalent of the dress-piece he was wearing. His eyes seemed darker than before, as if there was a shadow cast over them. His once proud muscular frame had become soft, like he had lived a life of inactivity. Gazing at the individual differences closely, Fasul finally pulled himself away, and gazed at his body as a whole. He looked old, as if he had gained two hundred years of age overnight.

Thisbe shall not recognize me, and my child will recoil.

It was then that Fasul began to feel the twinges of anger. He hated the Majal that had caused everything to happen. He hated Geul for his trickery and deceit. He hated Enorym for not doing something to help him in the Palintheum. He hated the doctors that had constrained his movements like he was a criminal. He hated Thisbe for not being there to tell him that all was still well. He hated his child for the confusion that he imagined in it's eyes when it would see him for the first time. He hated the universe for giving him such a cursed life. Finally he despised the God that would give grief to His creations, with no signs of relief.

Lashing out, Fasul struck the elderly stranger staring back at him. He was weak, and the display of violence did nothing but hurt his already pained hand. The reflection still mirrored his grief; it had not gone away. Disgruntled, Fasul pulled away and staggered towards the bathing area. The basin was empty of water, but the stall with a mounted faucet dripped water, and he came to stand underneath it. He could not see any controls to operate it, but the moment the thought crossed his mind, scalding hot water poured out and struck him. He did not recoil; instead he relished the pain.

Let this water wash away my spirit; for I know now that I still walk amongst the living. I no longer wish to stay within this world, there is nothing tying my soul here anymore. Should you find me Death, I shall welcome you with open arms.

Anguish flowed from his unseeing eyes, the tears mixed with the scalding water as they fell against the broken body. The dress-piece clung against his skin tightly, yet Fasul made no move to remove it. His was a mind far ravaged by this universe. The spirit of Majal and God were not infinite. Pain burns all, equally, and it breaks the strongest of souls. A creature of indeterminable strength, Fasul braved every pain the universe brought to bare against him, but faced with the ignorance and hatred of his entire race, he collapsed. What creature should be forced to carry the burden of being the catalyst for a war he did not start?

The Majal had moved on since that day in the Palintheum, but for Fasul it was only beginning.


[Edited on 7/15/2006]

  • 07.15.2006 1:06 AM PDT
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If you go to Japan, you have to bring me back a Noble Pink DS Lite.

Also, finish the story! You can do it!

  • 07.15.2006 10:58 AM PDT

"I hope nothing, I fear nothing, I am free"
"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis
"The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of martyrs" - Hasan al-Basri
Black Chapter, for all religious and political debate that doesn't fit in the Flood.

i gave up on stargate at the start of the last series, and i refuse to watch it until jack is back as the lead character, it's just no fun anymore...

finish the story! i hate it when a story doesn't get finished.. you wait and you wait, but never get an ending for a story, leaving everything undone.. tis terrible.

- Primum

  • 07.15.2006 3:29 PM PDT
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That was a nice little extract......and at least we know that Clarks alive (LOL).

Earlier 2day however, i was randomly browsing on google video, and i found that aside from being a hilarious video, 'Would you Love a Monster Man' by Lordi, aslo has a certain somebody we all know featured in it; if you look closely Spartan 117 is playing the bass.......LOL (u may hav 2 watch it 2 about half way thru 4 the first glimpse).

So aside from being our favourte game and fic. character, the Master Chief's second job is being part of a Hard Rock/Metal band.

(go 2 www.google.com/video and type in Lordi, it should be one of the options)

  • 07.16.2006 12:33 PM PDT

"I hope nothing, I fear nothing, I am free"
"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis
"The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of martyrs" - Hasan al-Basri
Black Chapter, for all religious and political debate that doesn't fit in the Flood.

that's not the chief, it's someone dressed in a futuristic looking suit though..

- Primum

  • 07.16.2006 1:32 PM PDT
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Mabey I should go to japan, that way when i come back next year there might be 1 new chapter.

  • 07.16.2006 3:46 PM PDT
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Sarcasm is not tolerated!

Only I may deliver a tongue-in-cheek remark. Otherwise this whole process self-destructs.

  • 07.16.2006 4:44 PM PDT
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i also have been trained in the way of sharp shooting

  • 07.16.2006 7:10 PM PDT
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Giving us that little bit was like giving a kid one lick of a lolipop then throwing it away... just mean. Well, the one lick was delicious but now I wish I never had it. Still, it is nice to know that you live and are still writing this thing. Oh on a side note, please use proper grammer/spelling in these posts people. It offends my eyes to read some of these.

  • 07.16.2006 7:24 PM PDT
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Posted by: Reaver112
Giving us that little bit was like giving a kid one lick of a lolipop then throwing it away... just mean. Well, the one lick was delicious but now I wish I never had it. Still, it is nice to know that you live and are still writing this thing. Oh on a side note, please use proper grammer/spelling in these posts people. It offends my eyes to read some of these.


No no, see it was way worse then that. Its like I gave you guys a lick, then smiled and took it away. Then I threw it into an incinerator. Then I totally kicked you in the beanbag.

Chapter arrives on Tuesday, July 18th, 2006. 10 days before I turn twenty years old! I never thought I'd live past my teenage years, this is awful!

  • 07.16.2006 7:58 PM PDT
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I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.

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Posted by: Reaver112
Giving us that little bit was like giving a kid one lick of a lolipop then throwing it away... just mean. Well, the one lick was delicious but now I wish I never had it. Still, it is nice to know that you live and are still writing this thing. Oh on a side note, please use proper grammer/spelling in these posts people. It offends my eyes to read some of these.


No no, see it was way worse then that. Its like I gave you guys a lick, then smiled and took it away. Then I threw it into an incinerator. Then I totally kicked you in the beanbag.

Chapter arrives on Tuesday, July 18th, 2006. 10 days before I turn twenty years old! I never thought I'd live past my teenage years, this is awful!


lol, sounds good Mr. Clark

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  • 07.16.2006 9:12 PM PDT
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Posted by: Primum Agmen
that's not the chief, it's someone dressed in a futuristic looking suit though..

- Primum


damn dude, it was a light joke.....no need to be so scynical about it.

  • 07.17.2006 12:41 AM PDT

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I got his sarcasm...one person has to implement sarcasm and then you get a pile of terrorist chipmunks crashing your party, not fun at all..

Mr Clark... you still amaze me and fill me with the wonder of Halo. Even after the kick to the beanbag.....

  • 07.17.2006 5:42 AM PDT