- 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.
When Johnson got zapped, we should have seen him disintegrate from the waist down. Mind you, he wouldn't have said all that "death" stuff he said... but I think it should have happened like that. Anyway, yeah, give us a more Halo CE esque feel to the game, fear, death, despair. GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. I want Marines being sliced in half by energy swords, Plasma should burn and melt limbs. Bullets should leave entry wounds.