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Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Prologue and Part one now out)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Cute. But not the cutest! (See True Sangheili comment to get the joke, and you'll lol)

  • 10.03.2009 4:04 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 28 is now available!) ~ 03/10
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

You do have a VISR Johnson! It's you cigar! Don't tell me you didn't know that! BTW nice avatar. It confused me when I first saw though.

[Edited on 10.03.2009 4:41 PM PDT]

  • 10.03.2009 4:39 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

I love the Johnson thing.

  • 10.03.2009 10:44 PM PDT
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Great story so far. Love the whole thing, and I cannot wait for the next part.

  • 10.04.2009 6:46 AM PDT

"We are the next generation of soldiers, an A.I built for war. We battle the darkness for humanity. We are the Caedus A.I"

I hate Eden. Also is Fleet Admiral Harper the one from the Halo 2 level "Ciro Station" intro or someone else?

[Edited on 10.04.2009 9:31 AM PDT]

  • 10.04.2009 9:29 AM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Posted by: Cadeus AI
I hate Eden. Also is Fleet Admiral Harper the one from the Halo 2 level "Ciro Station" intro or someone else?


Yes, I'm pretty sure he's the one from Halo 2.

Love the Johnson character. Keep it up Wolver!
Ba da ba ba ba, I'm lovin' it.

  • 10.04.2009 10:27 AM PDT

Posted by: Cadeus AI
I hate Eden. Also is Fleet Admiral Harper the one from the Halo 2 level "Ciro Station" intro or someone else?


Yep! Glad someone noticed that. I love taking minor characters from the trilogy and turning them into major ones.

"This is Fleet Admiral Harper, we are engaging the enemy."

XD

  • 10.04.2009 10:42 AM PDT

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  • 10.04.2009 12:04 PM PDT

I'm someone you knew, maybe even were friends with.....but from another time...another place.

The Mayans were the most epic trolls EVAR.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
I shall relay your decision to the board, Fleet Admiral Eden." Harper spoke flatly.


Didn't R'tas Vadum say something like that in Halo 2?

  • 10.11.2009 5:43 AM PDT

Whoa, where did all these words come from? I went crazy with this part, but it does what I wanted to do, and now all is in motion. Enjoy.

Part 29 - Set in motion

"Fleetmaster, our vessel has been boarded by the parasite! I shall destroy us, and them with our ship." a shipmaster told R'tas over the fleet wide intercom, who nodded sadly.

"By your word brother. Truly you are a courageous Sangheili. May the Gods be with you." the Sangheili leader replied, focusing his eyes on the boarded ship of his fleet.

"And you, noble one." the shipmaster replied, terminating the link moments before the ship exploded in a violet cloud of plasma, destroying the boarding Flood and their potential hosts.

R'tas didn't have time to grief though, for the Flood held his attention fast. Both the Separatist and Covenant fleets had been at Sangheilios battling the Parasite fleet for over ten minutes now. The Flood were stronger in number, with well over one and twenty ships, compared to the Separatist and Covenant's 75. Still, they were making progress, and had so far destroyed many a Flood ship. Perhaps they would win after all.

Still, it was strange that the Flood had such a small fleet; Sangheilios had well over 400 ships docked when the Parasite dominated it. Perhaps the beasts did not know how to pilot them.

"Covenant Hierarchs, how is your own side of the battle faring?" R'tas questioned over the intercom, and a moment later he received an answer from Sanctity.

"The Flood are pressing hard, but we will overcome, by the grace of the Forerunners." the elderly Prophet reported, and R'tas nodded, shutting off the link momentarily. He had his own ship to command.

"Flood ships, starboard! Burn their heathen flesh warriors!" R'tas commanded, and a moment later plasma torpedoes surged out of the Intent, sailing towards the standard infected cruisers heading towards them. The plasma cut through the shields of one of the ships, and detonated the fusion heart of the Flood cruisers, shattering it. One of the largest pieces of the wrecked ship crashed into the other Flood cruiser, smashing through the middle. Another bolt of plasma finished the breaking ship off.

"Targets neutralised fleetmaster!" one of R'tas' Zealots cried out in triumph, and the Elite Fleetmaster nodded, gazing out of the observation window to the battle beyond. By his rough estimate, the Flood had lost 15 ships, whilst the Covenant and Elites had lost 10. Considering the Flood possessed more ships, it was likely the battle would be a very close one.

For the next twenty minutes, the two fleets traded fire, both suffering heavy losses. Eventually, the Flood ships had been dwindled down to 90, whilst the Covenant and Separatists had been withered down to a mere 65. Victory was still possible, but it looked slim. Still, Sangheilios was counting on them all.

Just then, there was a surge of light some way off the battle, and R'tas cried out in distress. Through slipspace, nearly 100 Flood ships had arrived; reinforcements. Daedalus evidently saw them too.

"By the Gods, 65 of our ships against 190 of theirs? Impossible. We're all doomed." the Brute Chieftain cried out, pessimistically. R'tas couldn't help but agree with the statement. Misery was clear in all the faces of his subordinates.

"We cannot flee. The Flood would destroy us before we could enter slipspace. We must make our last stand now." the High Prophet of Equanimity breathed over the intercom. He was right. The moment before a ship entered slipspace was when it was most vulnerable, the bending the fabric of space took so much energy that it rendered shields inactive.

"All cruisers, prepare to fire! We shall not go down without a fight." R'tas commanded, as the Flood ships slowly began to encompass the Elite and Covenant ones in a circle.

Suddenly, a Brute Shipmaster in the Covenant fleet barked over the intercom.

"Slipspace rupture on the port side!" the Jiralhanae growled. R'tas growled. More of the Parasite? The universe was truly doomed.

The already present Flood ships were drawing ever nearer. One infected carrier broke off from the main line, and made straight for R'tas's Assault Carrier. The Elite Fleetmaster brought up a control pad, and prepared to self destruct the Intent. He would not become one of them.

Just as the Flood ship was about to crash into the Shadow of Intent, something hit it from the port side. Something large, metallic; a human MAC shot.

R'tas slowly turned his gaze to look out of the port observation window, and gasped, his eyes turning moist with surprise.

"The humans! They've come to help!" R'tas cheered, as did the entire conjoined fleet of the Elites and Covenant.

Over 100 human ships were sailing towards the battle, their huge destroyers taking up the front.

The cheering stopped as abruptly as it had began. One of the human Destroyers, which R'tas read to be named Soul of ice, fired a MAC round. It was not aimed at the Flood. Instead, it flew past them and smashed into the side of the Prophet of Sanctity's Assault Carrier, ripping through it's shields. The other human ships followed up the attack with Archer pods, which exploded into the Covenant carrier, destroying it finitely. R'tas cried out in surprise.

"Sanctity? Sanctity!" Daedalus shouted over the intercom, lamenting over the loss of his fellow Hierarch. There was no response.

"By the Gods, what are the humans doing?" R'tas breathed, staring out at them. They were firing on both the Flood, and the conjoined fleet of the Elites and Covenant. Just then, a human voice broke out over the intercom, mocking.

"Hope you don't mind that we're late to the party chaps." R'tas recognised it as the voice of Lord Eden. The Elite clenched his fists tightly.

"What in the Gods name do you think you are doing human? Cease your attack on my ships at once, we are not infected!" R'tas demanded, smashing his fist onto the dashboard of his ship. All he received in reply was a laugh full of mirth.

"Oh, you are an infection Elite. Just not of the Flood. Tell the Devil that humanity sent you." Eden spoke coldly, and then he terminated the line, leaving R'tas standing there on his ship as the humans cut through the Flood, shooting down his fleet as well"

"Fall back! Get around the other side of the Parasite! Put some distance between us and the humans, now!"

*********************

"Hold on..." the Didact warned, as the Dreadnought cut through the sky of the Dyson Sphere. John grasped onto a metal bar affixed to the inner hull tightly with a single hand. The two were inside the -blam!-pit of the ship. John's curiosity had overcome his restraint, he wanted to see how this ship flew.

Logically, the Dreadnought should have broken the atmosphere, and entered space. It was what John was used to, and, despite knowing what would happen in actuality, it was still half unexpected.

Rather than break the bonds of the sphere, the Dreadnought seemed to distort, and slow down. A rift appeared at the tip of the Forerunner ship; like a slipspace hole but not quite the same. The world went blurry, until a moment later, they were in slipspace. Or something like slipspace. In actuality, it seemed a lot like the version of slipspace he'd entered in the past when they had salvaged the Forerunner crystal from the burning Reach.

"How long?" John asked, walking up to the Forerunner, who looked thoughtful.

"Ten minutes. I know, it's slow, but this Dreadnought isn't in peak condition." the Forerunner said casually, grimacing in what seemed like an apology. The Master Chief let out a noise of disbelief.

"Slow? Didact, with our ships, it would take months to travel from Onyx to Earth." John told the Forerunner, who's noble brow rose, tapered ears quivering.

"Months? How extraordinary." the Didact remarked, smiling.

It seemed the Forerunner had not been exaggerating; for but a few minutes later, they emerged out of slipspace, and John could clear see Earth looming in the distance. Earth. Even though he was a colonist, born on Eridanus II (Which had been glassed by the Covenant back in 2530), every human still felt a tenuous connection to their species' planet of origin.

"Home sweet home." Johnson breathed, coming up behind John after entering the -blam!-pit. Another example of a man who's curiosity overcame restraint. The Spartan nodded as the Dreadnought sailed past the Lunar colony.

After having secured the Apex with Johnson, the rest of Blue Team had met up with them. The Didact had then fired up the Dreadnought, with everyone on board. And now, they were back at Earth.

John looked forward to having a bit of peace and quiet. The Didact would be able to convince the Elites to give up fighting; they viewed him as a God, after all, and once that had been done humanity would be easy to placate. Perhaps John would finally retire; he'd seen enough war and loss to last him a lifetime. It would be nice to have a normal life for once. Although given his size and stature, it would be difficult for him not to draw attention to himself.

There was but ship orbiting the planet, what seemed to be an ONI Prowler. How strange. As the Forerunner Dreadnought approached closer to Earth, the human ship noticed them, and swivelled towards them. With his keen eyesight, John could see the MAC cannon of the ship unfold in preparation. The Spartan tapped the Didact on the shoulder.


[Edited on 10.16.2009 4:52 PM PDT]

  • 10.16.2009 4:47 PM PDT

"I think they might think we're hostile, the last guy who flew one of these Dreadnoughts wasn't exactly a friendly guy. Can you patch us through with a communications link?" John questioned, and the Didact nodded, hitting a few keys on the terminal in front of him. A moment later, a voice answered.

"This is Commander Samuel Bairns, Office of Naval Intelligence, Section Three. Who goes there?" the voice asked, and John smiled at the human voice, even if it did belong to a spook. It had been far too long.

"I believe he's the one who blew up our Seraph at Onyx." Cortana informed the Master Chief helpfully, who's eyebrows rose. This would indeed be interesting.

"Spartan 117, and others. Mind directing that cannon elsewhere?" John questioned, and there was a large gasp on the other end of the communications link.

"Master Chief? You're alive!" Commander Bairns cried out in a half laugh, half sob. "Dark Harvest, he's alive!"

"Quite so sir. I would however, advise you to keep your MAC gun aimed at that ship until you confirm who is on board. I would be happy to send a--" an eerie voice spoke. An ONI Spectre, John thought, remembering the name for the 6th Generation ONI 'Smart' AIs.

"It's the Master Chief Dark, who're you expected to be with him? An Elite?" Samuel laughed, and John couldn't help but wince, looking through the one way glass of the -blam!-pit to see the Arbiter conversing with the two remaining Spartan IIIs outside, Tom and Lucy. Both had seemed incredibly down after Ash, Olivia, and Mark had been killed. Still, they all had the slipspace pods with Team Katana within. Perhaps in the future, they could be unsealed. The Didact had taken a look earlier, and had said that all hope was not lost.

"Even so sir, I highly recommend that you allow me to--" the ONI Spectre began to insist, before being cut off once again by the Spook.

"I recommend you shut your trap Dark. You still there Master Chief? I don't suppose you've got a smaller transport on board do you? Only I don't think that...thing of yours will dock very well on an Orbital Defence Platform." the Commander asked, and John looked questioningly at the Didact, who nodded.

"That we do, in the lower bay of the Dreadnought." the Forerunner spoke in a melodic voice. John nodded, turning back to the intercom.

"We do. Which Platform? The Cairo?" John asked, seeing as how it was the closest. Samuel affirmed his question.

"Thanks for the help Spook, be ready for a shock though, we've got quite the convoy here." Johnson advised, and there was a spluttering from the other end.

"Sergeant Johnson? Is that you? But I--we held a funeral for you! The Arbiter said you were dead, that he saw you die!" Commander Bairnes cried, obviously bewildered. Avery Johnson chuckled, lighting a cigar.

"Until you see my soul float up to that place we call heaven Spook, then consider me immortal." the Sergeant Major laughed, turning to face the Didact as he left the -blam!-pit to lead them to the transport. "Meet you on the Cairo."

The link was terminated, and John looked once again down at Earth. Beautiful. But only one ship defending? Something was wrong. Perhaps retirement wouldn't come for a while yet.

********************
"...and so now the fleet has gone to Sangheilios, to wipe out the Flood. And the Elites." Samuel finished with an air of finality, collapsing into his soft chair and taking a sip of brandy. John frowned. He had finished his tale a little while ago, and the ONI Commander had decided to believe him. The Master Chief was finding the Commander's story even harder to believe.

"Why are you still here?" John asked, taking a sip of his own drink. Water, Purified.

"Eden asked me to stay and watch out in case the Flood try to come here. If they do, I'm to alert him immediately with a Slipspace COM." Samuel explained, indicating a machine in the corner of the room. John had heard of these things before; apparently very expensive, they could send messages through slipspace.

"So what do we do now?" Mendez asked, leaning forwards.

"Well, there is no other alternative. We must leave for Sangheilios at once." the Arbiter suddenly instructed, whilst being looked at suspiciously by the ONI Commander. Fred stood up, and stared the Elite in the eye.

"So you can what, join up with your Elites and command their fleet? I'm not having you imperilling humanity's chance of survival. You can stay--" the Spartan leader began to argue, before John stood up, suddenly angry that Fred would attack his friend in such a manner.

"No one is going to succeed in this war between us and the Elites; because there won't be a war. We're all going to Sangheilios, to stop the Flood, and stop this fighting. Understand?" John asked angrily, his face in the slightly nervous face of Fred. Finally, the Spartan leader pushed John away.

"I'm sorry Master Chief, but the last time I checked, I was the higher rank. And I say we lock the Elite up in a cell, maybe even kill him." Fred growled, leering at John aggressively.

"Chief..." Cortana warned.

Mendez then stood up, hands out in a soothing manner. He walked between John and Fred, who were standing faced against each other, fists clenched.

"All right Spartans, stand down." the CPO trainer instructed, looking from Fred to John. He was a brave one, to stand between two angry men who stood over seven feet each.

"Screw this, that Elite's dead." Fred breathed out, snatching Mendez's pistol from his sheath in a blink of an eye. Spartan 104 raised the small firearm at the Arbiter, who watched dumbstruck, shields deactivated.

John's body reacted before his mind did. He pushed past the startled CPO Mendez, and struck Fred in the chest with his palm. 104 lost his balance, and the shot of the pistol hit the ceiling, smashing a light bulb.

Fred was soon back up on his feet, and threw a punch towards John. It hit the Master Chief square in the face, a knock which would have killed a normal man. As it was, John merely reeled back, before diving towards Fred's legs, tackling the crazed Spartan Junior Lieutenant to the grand. John fell on top of Fred, smashing his friend, his brother in the face time and time again.

Fred then grabbed John by the shoulders, and rapidly rolled the Master Chief over, so he was the one on top. The Junior Lieutenant picked John up, and threw him against the wall. The steel dented. John's lip was bloody by now, as a result of the fight. He caught another punch Fred aimed at him, and threw 104 into a table, the legs of which instantly snapped.

The fight went no further however, for at that moment, Kelly and Linda had snapped out of their shocked state of mind, and quickly restrained the two clashing Spartans. John struggled, but found Linda's grip to be as hard as rock. The Spartan IIIs came over to assist in his restraint, and John stopped trying, collapsing to the floor, weeping -- not out of pain, but emotional upset. Fred was in a similar state of mind, eyes puffy and leaking.

  • 10.16.2009 4:50 PM PDT

John was suddenly aware of his surroundings, and of the room of spectators staring at both him and Fred. Commander Bairns was cowering behind an overturned desk, knuckles white. Johnson's hand shook as he lit a cigar. The Arbiter was still staring at Fred, as if asking 'why?' The Didact had a thoughtful look upon his face, showing no real reaction. Of course, Mendicant Bias, and the two other Monitors had gone to help Doctor Halsey with something, which was a small blessing. John would have been embarrassed beyond measure if the Doctor had been watching. Mendez stood over the two collapsed Spartans, shaking his head in disapproval.

"That's not how I brought you up to behave Spartans. I expect better. Fred, you know better than to aim a pistol at someone who's done nothing wrong. Master Chief, you shouldn't have got into a fist fight." Mendez told the two angrily, and for some reason, John felt...relief? It had been so long since Mendez had been watching over them, that even being chastised by the man felt good.

John stole a look over at Fred, who met eye contact. The Spartan Junior Lieutenant quickly scowled and looked away. John ran a bitter tongue over his bloody lips; and the blood wasn't just his.

"Right, I'm gonna let you back up sir." Linda told John, "Kelly will do the same with Fred. No more fighting, okay?"

John nodded, regretfully. Fred seemed to do it reluctantly. Linda and Tom eased their painful grip on John's arm, and the Master Chief rose, coughing in embarrassment.

"Well, that would have made for great Youtube material." Johnson chuckled, trying to make a joke out of the whole situation. No one laughed.

"Johnson, you dinosaur, Youtube's been dead for years." Mendez muttered, shaking his head in mock despair.

"Shut up Mendez. Now are you two gonna kiss and make friends, or am I going to have to tell the Principal?" Avery asked Fred and John, who both hung their heads in shame. Fred was the first to look up.

"I'm...sorry Master Chief. I acted rashly." the Junior Lieutenant apologised, and John nodded his head. This wasn't one of those times where both were to blame. Fred had been about to do something stupid, and John had rightly stopped him.

"It's not me you should be apologising to Fred." John muttered, nodding his head over at the general direction of the Arbiter. Fred closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath, and turned towards the Elite.

"I'm sorry Arbiter, I shouldn't have done that." the Spartan leader told Thel, who nodded gravely.

"May we thank the stars that...John over there was able to prevent such an event from happening. There is no sense in holding a grudge Spartan; I forgive you." the Arbiter spoke, and the hint of a smile touched Fred's blood red lips. Fred then turned back to John, his look uneasy.

"I'm not fit to be a leader Master Chief, as I just proved. To be honest, the pressure of it has been getting to me. Would you take command of Blue Team again? Please." Spartan 104 asked John, who was slightly taken aback.

"But you're a higher rank." John protested.

"Screw rank. The universe looks to be at an end anyway, what's a few bars and insignias in the light of that?" Fred protested. John nodded, and turned to the others.

"Would everyone else be okay with this?" the Chief asked, and there was nodding and muttering around the room. It would seem the decision had been made for him. "Very well then, I'll take charge. Unless Commander Bairns is coming to Sangheilios with us?"

Samuel looked up then, a wary look still on his pale face. The ONI Spook shook his head.

"No, no. I'm staying here, like Eden ordered me. Are there any resources I can give you from the armoury?" the Commander asked, and John looked at the Didact, who nodded.

"Yes, we'll need new weapons. The ones from the Dyson Sphere will have been cooked as we left the sphere. How advanced is the fusion technology humanity uses?" the Forerunner asked, and John looked at the other humans in the room.

"Uh...pretty much non existent." the Master Chief told the Forerunner, who nodded.

"Ah, I see. You use refined Plasma then? Dark matter concentrate?" the Didact questioned, and John shook his head once again.

"We use bullets. Propelled by chemicals." John informed the Forerunner, who smiled.

"Very amusing Reclaimer. Now really, what do you use?"

"I just said; bullets."

The smile fell from the Didact's face, to be replaced by one of sheer disbelief.

"You're not joking are you? Precursors above, you still use bullets? Once this situation is dealt with, I shall have to teach you some of your lost methods." the Forerunner said casually, sighing. John frowned. Lost methods? Before he could ask the Didact to clarify though, Commander Bairns spoke up.

"Well, all I know is that if you pump enough lead into something, it dies; fusion or no fusion. Come on, I'll take you to the armoury." the Commander wheeled around, and beckoned for the group to follow.

John nodded, and looked around. Fred was still eyeing him warily. John sighed, and walked over to him.

"Listen, Fred, let's just forget about what happened. It was a moment of idiocy on both our parts. Right now we've got to focus on stopping the Flood; and not the Elites. You with me?" John asked, holding his arm out. Fred grasped it tightly in a brotherly manner.

"Aye sir, I'm with you."

  • 10.16.2009 4:50 PM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

Very good, I want to see how they will be able to work together.

  • 10.16.2009 6:41 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

The fight between John and Fred was awesome! Anyway, great part, very long!

  • 10.16.2009 7:46 PM PDT

Acta Non Verba

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i have a feeling that its gonna be the end n the forunner ( i forget his name) will tech the humans all this sikk technoligy stuff

  • 10.17.2009 1:25 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 29 is now available!) ~ 17/10

Posted by: Dark Fus10ns
i have a feeling that its gonna be the end n the forunner ( i forget his name) will tech the humans all this sikk technoligy stuff


The Didact. He's one of the Forerunners from the terminals, the military leader of his race.

[Edited on 10.17.2009 2:58 AM PDT]

  • 10.17.2009 2:57 AM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

A few silly grammar mistakes and repetitive words but I really enjoyed it.

I just have to ask, for the love of Zeus why the Youtube thing?!

  • 10.17.2009 5:04 AM PDT

Posted by: ajw34307
A few silly grammar mistakes and repetitive words but I really
I just have to ask, for the love of Zeus why the Youtube thing?!


For the lulz my friend, for the lulz. And well, I'm sure humanity would still have a video sharing website even in the future. Of course, the war with the Covenant would have put a stop to it. Johnson's just old enough to remember.

;)

[Edited on 10.17.2009 5:23 AM PDT]

  • 10.17.2009 5:12 AM PDT

"Find The Bomb?!
Find The Bomb?!
I'm Looking For The Flag!
What The Heck Is Assualt!?"

Hey wolver...

I was considering finally reading it and then writing a review, but decided against it...

And so I went and continued writing my story

  • 10.17.2009 8:32 AM PDT

Posted by: Buggy Virus
Hey wolver...

I was considering finally reading it and then writing a review, but decided against it...

And so I went and continued writing my story


-_-

  • 10.17.2009 9:31 AM PDT
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Lol @ 'we use bullets'.

Also, hai wolver.

  • 10.17.2009 10:04 AM PDT

Fan-Fiction: The Human-Covenant War, Without The Great Schism. Story of how the war would have been if The Great Schism never happened.

WOLVER, I R IZ WANT MOR NOW OR I R HAZ GON STALK U!

  • 10.17.2009 10:21 AM PDT

"Find The Bomb?!
Find The Bomb?!
I'm Looking For The Flag!
What The Heck Is Assualt!?"

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Buggy Virus
Hey wolver...

I was considering finally reading it and then writing a review, but decided against it...

And so I went and continued writing my story


-_-


Soon the Ballad of Frip Frap The Grunt will overshadow all your hot topics!

  • 10.17.2009 1:03 PM PDT

Posted by: Buggy Virus
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Buggy Virus
Hey wolver...

I was considering finally reading it and then writing a review, but decided against it...

And so I went and continued writing my story


-_-


Soon the Ballad of Frip Frap The Grunt will overshadow all your hot topics!


Something tells me that this is going to be truly epic, or about 12 words long and will make everyone laugh for 2.5 seconds and everyone'll forget about it

  • 10.17.2009 1:54 PM PDT

"Find The Bomb?!
Find The Bomb?!
I'm Looking For The Flag!
What The Heck Is Assualt!?"

Posted by: steadman
Posted by: Buggy Virus
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Buggy Virus
Hey wolver...

I was considering finally reading it and then writing a review, but decided against it...

And so I went and continued writing my story


-_-


Soon the Ballad of Frip Frap The Grunt will overshadow all your hot topics!


Something tells me that this is going to be truly epic, or about 12 words long and will make everyone laugh for 2.5 seconds and everyone'll forget about it


No, it'll be epic, as in half epic poem and half real story.

So be ready.

  • 10.17.2009 1:58 PM PDT