- Fos Tis Krisis
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- Intrepid Legendary Member
I hunt for the Prophet of Contentment, the San 'Shyumm that murdered my son, and stole his birthright, his Energy Sword. They call our species Heretics. They claim to all that our tongues sting, our words a vile poison that feeds on the unworthy. I have seen the true face of Heresy. The head of a gallant warrior lay on the ground. His neck scorched and blistered, scarred by his own blade. I shall retrieve the weapon, and drive it through that bastard's heart! Punishment for his sins is nigh.
The use of Spartan I, or IIIs, Flood, Sentinels, or Floating Light Bulbs that hum at you.
Oh yeah, and TIME TRAVEL.
[Edited on 07.14.2009 10:41 AM PDT]