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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

So what do you guys think of these so far?

  • 06.15.2009 9:47 PM PDT
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reloevent replies please....

  • 06.15.2009 9:58 PM PDT

I wanted a gumball so I said "Yo devil you got change for a soul?"

Satan appeared and said "Yeah, yeah mosuckra! I got yo change right here just sign this contract and I'll give you your quarters!"

So I signed it, lost my soul, and got 4 quarters. I have never regretted this decision.
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In the future, post your fan fiction in the Gallery Forum. :)

Here in the Flood, you will find that most of us are illiterates and wouldn't pick up a book unless it was the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.

  • 06.15.2009 10:02 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

is that your final answer?

  • 06.15.2009 10:02 PM PDT
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Posted by: Personsen
In the future, post your fan fiction in the Gallery Forum. :)

Here in the Flood, you will find that most of us are illiterates and wouldn't pick up a book unless it was the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.


hahahah. thanks for info tho

  • 06.15.2009 10:03 PM PDT
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The hardest part about writing any story is knowing which details to include and which should be left out.

Always remember that you should NEVER* sacrifice the pacing and plot of the story for little details, no matter how nicely described you've got it all lined up in your head- you'll end up boring the reader as they have to slog through your two paragraphs of bullet marks on a room your characters are only spending fifteen seconds in.

Always keep that in mind too- that as you're describing this story, time is still taking place in your story. You can't just pause it, because every time you do you're halting the illusion, and that's distracting to the reader.

*footnotes are awesome

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  • 06.15.2009 10:09 PM PDT
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Im goin for a total first person view. As if you were sitting in front of this X ODST listening to his story. His breaks the story when he is reffering to something els is an outburst of emotion. He still feels the fight. He cant forget Tom's blood that is on his hands. So when the story breaks it is a memory hehas dug up while telling the story hitting him like a rocket. Thats why there are breaks. The storyies are more about him and his emotions than the fighting. It shows no matter what our title is we are still only human.

  • 06.15.2009 10:20 PM PDT
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First person is boring- it limits the perspective far too much, and while you can enter the mind of the main character in your story you'll find yourself bogged down too much by trying to recreate your characters thought patterns than describing what's happening in the story.

Emotional reactions come from emotional situations- you can't make your readers feel anything- they have to decide for themselves when and where to feel scared, to be happy, to laugh, or to cry. You can try and push them, but if you push too hard, they'll see right through it and you're only going to get apathy, which is the opposite of what you want!

  • 06.15.2009 10:28 PM PDT
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i guess its time to switch to third person. first person was too anoying anyway. when the cap shot tom, i got that from when me and my friend were playing combat evolved library legendary. If u get ur shields down and a flood hits u it sticks to you. I didnt notice until i saw my friends screen and i was covered in flood. So i was like get em off me! and he shot me with a shotgun trying to kill em, but it blew me to hell too. we laughed really hard

  • 06.15.2009 10:33 PM PDT
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yeah, see, in the game it was funny, but let's say we tried to make it like, super serious omg.

The squirming sounds of hell echoed throughout the darkened chambers. Spattered in puke green gore, the two SPARTANs had been fighting hard through the crowds of sickly mutated monsters- and now the felt like they were reaching their limits.

SPARTAN-zero-one had been checking the corner when he heard his best friend cry out.

"M-my shield is down! Get them- AH! AHHH! IT'S GETTING IN MY SUIT!"

Zero-one turned around.

No, please no, was all he could think as he watched the wriggling tentacles push harder between the black amorgel between the emerald plates of Zero-Two's armor- blood, red....human...dripping over, onto the ground, as the flood form continued to work it's way through him.

Zero-two could only gasp and cough as Zero-one did what he had only been trained to do in these situations.

He trained the glowing sights of his shotgun to a merciful place- directly on the golden visor.

Zero one closed his eyes when he pulled the trigger- in his mind, he could only think about the warm face behind that golden mask.

And how he'd never see that again.


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  • 06.15.2009 10:44 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Another old story....again.

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  • 06.15.2009 11:02 PM PDT
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Dude. your a good writer. you took something hilarious and made it into a deep emotion spurring paragraph.

  • 06.15.2009 11:04 PM PDT
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ITS A TARP

  • 06.15.2009 11:40 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Whoever reads this story, rate it from one to ten based on the kind of stories we write around here.

  • 06.15.2009 11:41 PM PDT
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Uh...

I do believe that this belongs in the 'Halo 3' or 'Bungie.net' section.
...Seriously, good work though

  • 06.15.2009 11:46 PM PDT
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Posted by: st kymon
I do believe that this belongs in the 'Halo 3' or 'Bungie.net' section.
...Seriously, good work though


Thanks :D

  • 06.15.2009 11:48 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

I decided to take this one off. For now this is just for strike team razor. Post links to yours here if you want, but i would suggest using the flood library in the flood forum for that.

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  • 06.15.2009 4:34 PM PDT
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Alright so im going to write my next one in third person too. Seeing that it is much easier and fun, but first i would like a little more feed back from you guys to tell me what i could improve.

  • 06.16.2009 9:52 AM PDT

Without me, it's just "Aweso".

Posted by: st kymon
I do believe that this belongs in the 'Halo 3' or 'Bungie.net' section.
...Seriously, good work though

No, this the correct forum.

Great job man.

  • 06.18.2009 9:18 PM PDT
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thanks :)


Halo: Stike Team Razor: Prolague

Lieutenant Tailor opened his eyes. His visor was cracked, and the inside was spattered with blood. He tried to get up, but cried out in pain. He looked at his leg. A bolt from a brute spiker was lodged in his thigh. His vision blurred. Tailor had lost a lot of blood.

He took a can of bio-foam from his pack, tore the spike out of his thigh, and filled the wound. He grunted and clenched his jaws as he felt a sensation like shoving a hot stoking iron into a deep gash in ones flesh. Tailor gasped, grunted, then relaxed. He got on his feet, leaning against the titanium wall of the generator building. The mission, a total failure.

He removed his helmet and looked around the room, each and every one of his men....dead. They all lay in a pool of blood. The walls, spattered red. " Why am i alive, i should be dead. I should be dead like the others." He thought. The Lieutenant couldn't remember what happened. The brute threw him into the metal wall so hard he could barely see straight. He became dizzy, dropped to his the ground, and blacked out.

HQ: Debriefing after the assault on generator complex 5.
Lieutenant, can you tell me HOW YOU MANADGED TO FAIL THE SIMPLEST MISSION AND GET YOUR WHOLE TEAM SLUAGHTERED?, Screamed Graff. He was ONI brass, the kind of guy you don't want to -blam!- with. He was known for his tendency to throw punches when in an intense enough argument. As much as the officers above him wanted to get his ass out of the ONI, he was a military genius. This was the first time tailor had met the guy, and he was off to a bad start.


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  • 06.19.2009 7:11 AM PDT
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Halo: Strike Team Razor: Part 1

"IT WAS A FIVE MINUTE OPERATION. THAT COMPLEX IS NOT A BIG BUILDING, AND THERE WERE SEVEN BRUTES IN THERE BUT SOMEHOW YOU STILL MANAGED TO -blam!- IT UP!" Graff yelled as he continued to verbally beat the hell out of Lieutenant Tailor. " That's enough Graff, let the man answer your question before you make us all def." Commander Hanery said in strong voice. It wasn't a yell, but it was powerful. Tailor saw that he had total dominance in this room.

"The brutes...their armor....the shields were impenetrable. The covenant is making advancements in their technology. Every one of our men were firing at one brute coming through the hall, but the bullets just pinged off. It was like we were throwing pebbles." The room went silent. All around the rectangular table were ONI officers with faces of stone. Dead quiet.

" Are you sure you weren't missing?" Asked Commander Hanery. " Sir, it's pretty much impossible to miss one of those freaks. Admiral Fairholm stood up. " This debriefing is over. Lieutenant, I'm sorry about your men. Graff, Hanery, meet me in my office in ten. Good evening gentlemen.

Tailor walked down the hallway towards his teams quarters. The heels of his black dress uniform's shoes clicked on the cold metal floor. He passed through an airlock and took a left down the next hallway. The large majority of the crew on this level were in the dining hall at this hour, but the lieutenant wasn't hungry.

He opened the door to the empty bunk room. He looked around. His teams belongings at the foot of their beds, and family pictures pinned on the walls that they looked at as they lay in bed every night. Most of them had been married with children. The Lieutenant lay down on his bunk in the back of the room, staring at the bottom of the bead above him, replaying the mission in his mind.

" Boys, its time to cook!" Tailor shouted over the team com channel. Everyone laughed. As they entered the atmosphere, the friction caused by the entry of their pods heated up the inside of the capsules until it felt like they were roasting. That's how they got the name hell jumpers.

"WHOOOO!", private Bradely screamed over the radio. " Alright ya little bastards get ready for impact" Tailor shouted over the com. Their airbrakes unfolded, and in a matter of seconds they smashed into the earth, sending debris rocketing through the air.

They had landed where they had planned. The ODSTs kicked the drop pod's doors open and stepped out. They sweeped the area with their battle riffles. They landed within the gates of the generator complex. A building with high titanium walls standing around it. A portion of which had been incinerated by plasma.

" Dax, get over here, i need you and Faylin to move around the left side of the building, stay behind the crates. Lets try to keep everyone's heads on their shoulders alright?" The lieutenant said in a confident voice. " On it", Faylin replied. Not a word came from Dax.

" Dax get your lazy ass over here." Faylin remarked. Still, not a word was heard from Dax. Taylor saw that one pod's door was not yet opened. He walked up to the front of the capsule and tore the door off. Dax's limp body was still strapped in, his neck bent at an impossible angle.

To be continued.


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  • 06.19.2009 7:33 AM PDT
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Halo: Strike Team Razor: Part 2

"Sooooo, i guess il be going alone hu?" Faylin said. There wasn't a trace of dispair in his voice. " No -blam!-, now MOVE!" Tailer shouted. Faylin crouched and kept an eye on the rim rounding the middle of the complex, a perfect place for snipers.

"Jackson, i want you to do the same around the other side, Donely, you're with me. We're moving in through the front door. Jackson, Faylin, when you meet on the other side enter through the back." The ODSTs were swift, acurate, silent, deadly. "Nothin here." Faylin replied. "Same." Jackson remarked. A desapointed tone was in his voice.

Lieutenant Tailor slipped a small scope under the front door of the complex. " Clear." he stated. Donely followed him through the door. Their battle rifles were pressed against their shoulders. They couldn't wait to light something up. ODSTs weren't the kind of people who could sit around. They had a constant need for combat. They were war mongers.

Donely and Tailor moved down the hall, dead silent. It was as if they weren't even there. They had a lot of cover. The hallways were littered with sandbags placed by the group of marines who were guarding the complex. Donely herd a slight splash as he stepped down the hallway. He looked down. Blood was pooled on the floor. It was red, human blood.

Tailor signaled Donely to halt. " Get behind the sandbags, now", tailor wispered over the COM channel. Donely heard a thumping sound getting louder. It stopped for a few moments, and sped up. Something huge was running at them.

The two brutes didn't hear them, but the definetly could smell them. They rounded the corner, Huge hairy monstrosities. Each wielded a spiker. The sandbags weren't tall enough to use as a hiding place. Donely and Tailor had two options. Fight and get shot, or run and get shot in the back. "OPEN FIRE!" Tailor yelled.

Faylin and Jackson heard the staccato of a battle riffle along with Tailor's roar of a command, and not just over the COM channel. Jackson looked at Faylin and said," Sweet." They nodded at eachother and began sprinting towards the action.



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  • 06.19.2009 8:07 AM PDT
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Halo: Strike Team Razor: Part 3

Sand was being kicked everywhere by the high velocity impact of spikes. "Jackson, Faylin, get your asses over here!" Tailor commanded. At that moment, a spike slammed into the exposed fatigues between Donely's chest and shoulder plate. He cried in pain as his flesh sizzled. The bolt was searing hot. The smell of burning skin was in the air. "-blam!-!" Tailor roared over the COM channel.

"Sounds like someones in a bad mood.", Jackson said. Behind his blue visor was a sly grin. "Your an -blam!-.", Faylin replied." "I get that a lot." Jackson remarked. There was no sound of exhaustion in their voices as they ran down the hallway at full speed.

As the two ODSTs went to round the corner, Faylin began to say "Maybe if you weren't such a p-", but right at that moment, a colossal hammer rounded the edge of the turn and slammed into Jackson's leg. He let out at long GHAAAA as he spun around and dropped to the floor.

Faylin rolled forwards, threw his battle rifle across the floor, and quickly pulled his shotgun of his back. He was an animal with the shotgun. He could empty a shotgun faster than any other ODST. He was a legend.

Faylin was he was firing and pumping the shotgun like lightning. The shells were hitting the metal floor like rain. The pellets just pinged off the brutes shields. It was clad in shining blue armor. It roared and charged Faylin. The brute was fast, but Faylin was faster.

Faylin rolled right under the brutes legs. He had already reloaded his shotgun, and was now running backwards down the hall, launching lead out of his weapon like hail. " WHY WONT YOU DIE!?", he screamed.

The brute wasn't able to stop himself after Faylin rolled under his legs. He had smashed into the wall, the impact sent him to the floor, where he was now scrambling to stand back up. The lead was pinging off the brutes shields, which seemed to be impervious to his weapon. Faylin was running out of ammunition.

Donely was trying to get under the sand bags as best as he could while pulling a can of bio-foam out of his pack. Tailor was unloading his magazine on one of the brutes. Spent brass was piling up all around him.

The brutes' shields seem to be indestructible. This blue armor they were wearing was a big problem. " FAYLIN, JACKSON, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!", Tailor shouted. Things were getting bad, very bad.

The Lieutenant was going to have those two idiots' heads when this mission was over. "Busy." Faylin replied. Tailor was enraged. "WHAT IN GODS NAME TO YOU MEAN BUS-AGH!". As Tailor was screaming at Faylin, a spike had ricoshade off of his lower chest plate.

His ribs were going to be bruised for weeks, maybe even broken, but he didn't feel it at the moment. He had too much adrenaline running through his body. Tailor dug himself deeper into the sand bags. He pulled the trigger of his battle rifle and heard a click. That was his last clip.

Right as Faylin loaded his last twelve shells, The brute's shields finally flickered. "DIE YOU SON OF A -blam!-." he yelled as he fired three shells into the brutes head while it ran towards him, removing it from its shoulders. The huge beast did a front-flip and slammed onto the ground. Half the building shook. "Loose some weight buddy." Faylin said while catching his breath.

Faylin ran up the hallway towards Jackson. "Ughhh." he moaned. "Oh shut it, your an ODST." Faylin retorted. " It shattered everything in my leg." Jackson replied. "Yea well karma's a -blam!-." Faylin said. He hoisted the limp Jackson over his shoulder and continued running towards Donely and the Lieutenant.


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