- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Do you guys remember the good ol days......the rain in warlock with a distant echoe of brute explosion out at backwash. A sword being canceled in lockout while the wraith splatters a ghost near the cave of coagulation. Those good....no excellent days of yore when at any time, any where you could simply push a button and step into a world of warfare. Packs of preteens peircing ears with profanity. Noob combo a Turf sniper, jack a banshee, and beat down an elite. Lost for days.... space and time forgiven and yet forgot. My mind grows weary now, I miss the little ones, after school, awake for days. Withdrawl....confussion....anger ..... fear. Fear for those little bastards, who will put the to bed now that I've left. I need a kill, just one stinking kill. I SEE YOU IN THERE XBOX PEOPLE!!!!!! I KNOW YOUR ONLINE, open the door for me...I'll be nice. Just let me run around with the sentinal beam a bit. I need to sleep...come back Master Cheif.......come back