- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
First, I'd more than likely stand in place while my sanity runs down my leg in the form of angry urine. Then, I'd go home, change my pants and begin a very underfunded roadtrip to Bungie HQ. I'd find all the staff members and even the water delivery guy for the water tank in the break room, and slap them all really, really, hard. Then I'd make my own Halo armor, and Asuult Rifle and hijack a space ship from Nasa and 1000 mexican pizzas from Taco Bell. Oh, and a whole hell of a lot of Dr. Pepper. I'd have some other form of cheap labor to make the ammo for my AR. I'd then drift in space until I found an alien race. After, I get off my ship, I'd immediatly assume their hostile, and open fire dooming all of mankind to a war it knows not of at the moment. But that wouldn't bother me, because I'd be more worried about my 6 remaining mexican pizzas. Once I'm done with my slaughter, I'd make way back to Earth surviving off the remainging pizzas, and the meat from my fallen adversaries. I'd land right where Bungie is being rebuilt and ruin all their plans. They'd be really pissed off at me, and the webmaster would post harsh things about me. Then I'd hitch hike back to my house (still wearing the armor of course) and engage in a 16 person multiplayer Halo, right before the aliens drop their bombs. ....... but I'd probably just yell "-blam!-" instead.