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

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The chief drove through the desert in a golden warthog, "Vegas, here I come" He thought to himself. He had been busting his ass for the UNSC, so it was about time they let him have some fun. One hand on the hog's wheel, and the other on the outside of the door, he cruised down the highway.

"Let's see what kind of -blam!- they play on the radio these days." The Spartan turned on the radio. Something that sounded like a dying Jackal was roaring out over the speakers. "CHRIST!" He smashed the radio with his fist, "Wait.isn't this rental?" The Chief decided the UNSC would pay for it. "Alright lets see what this baby can do." He floored the petal, and left melted rubber on the road behind him.

"THIS IS AWESOME! YEA!" 117 Roared as he rocketed down the highway. He looked at his bags, clothes, a battle rifle, and his Mjolnir armor. The soldier didn't think they would notice he took his armor. It was usually in his private locker anyway.

The wind blew in his face as he drove towards paradise. He suddenly remembered he was as pale as a ghost. He was in his armor every time he was outside, and this place was hot as hell. "Maybe I should stay in the casino." He thought to himself. He saw huge buildings in the distance.




[Edited on 07.12.2009 6:11 PM PDT]

  • 07.12.2009 9:53 AM PDT
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Okay...

  • 07.12.2009 9:56 AM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

It's a joke.

  • 07.12.2009 9:58 AM PDT

I gathered as much.

  • 07.12.2009 10:00 AM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Haha. I should make a series out of this. It would be fun.

[Edited on 07.12.2009 10:09 AM PDT]

  • 07.12.2009 10:01 AM PDT

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

You really shouldn't... The Gallery already has enough BS going through it these days.

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

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The chief pulled up to the entrance of the nicest hotel in all of Vegas. He grabbed his bags, jumped out of his hog, and tossed the keys to the valet parker. The man at the door was staring at the Chief with an open mouth. The Spartan decided he wouldn't waste his time with the idiot.

He walked into the lobby, everyone stopped talking. The Chief looked around at all of the spectators, " Yes, my name is John, nice to meet you guys too." He said, "Now I suggest you all continue with whatever you were doing unless you want to be hospitalized.as you were soldiers." Everyone was silent. One person said something, and everything went back to normal.

A young boy, who couldn't have been older than 5, rand up to the Master Chief. "Are you a Spartan?" The child asked. "No I'm Santa Clause, piss off." Chief walked to the front desk, but the boy followed. " I heard you Spartans are invincible, is that true? " The little boy was persistent. " Kid.where's your mom?" Chief asked. He was irritated, and if he couldn't get this kid to go back to his parents he was going to launch the little punk across the lobby.

"She's right over there." The boy answered. John was about to tell the child to get the hell away from him and go back to his mom when he saw her. "Oh...damn."




[Edited on 07.12.2009 3:25 PM PDT]

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