- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Hidden behind that mess, I sense talent. I think this is a good idea. We should all write our own little short story. Here's mine.
"Im so hungry. Ive worked up a big grunty thirst." The grunt spoke matter of factly as he scratched himself.
"Can it, whelp. You're on duty for five more minutes."
Without warning, there came a deafening boom reverberating through the derelictes corridors. The sonic waves lashed violently and brutally on the stricken band of covenant.
The blast was followed promptly with five shotgun blasts.
The grunt lay on his side, boiling with agony, and glanced up to see the Master Chief stroll by.
DUNUH NUNUH NUNUH NUNUH DIKIH DAH DAH DIKI DUNUH NUNUH NUNUH NUNUH DIKIH DAH DAH DOO (my Master Chief theme song)
Then the Master Chief dropped his cooler on the table and sat down at his desk. He slammed down his cup of coffee with such force that the desk bent. He was grumpy. His wife told him that he had to go shopping with her after work. After work!
"I am the man of the house! I can't believe this!"
"Mr. Chief. Do you think you are above the rules? Just because you are a cyborg doesn't mean you can show up at your desk 20 minutes late every day."
The Chief jumped up about 5 feet in his chair and landed sprawled out on the attractive co-worker in the adjacent cubicle.
"Uhh.. Hey there! How you doin'?"
"Mr. Chief!"
He scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off. Then he dusted off the co-worker for good measure. She found this innapropriate and slapped him squarely on the face. As she stalked off, the Chief addressed his boss.
"Yes Mister Gates, sir?"
Bill furrowed his brow and narrowed his gaze into the MC's helmet.
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?
DUN DUN DUN...
TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR...
Someone name it.