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I just realised that a duct tape brand named 'Duck Tape', with as it's logo a duck, would be a huge succes.

Maybe you should post a: tl;dr










































That was a joke! Haha! Fat chance!

  • 11.01.2010 6:47 AM PDT

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I don't get it?

  • 11.01.2010 6:49 AM PDT

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Posted by: HALO Aficionado
Awesome. But how did they land on Gamma halo? Mayb you should write another story explaining that.


It is explained later no worries.

  • 11.01.2010 6:52 AM PDT
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I just realised that a duct tape brand named 'Duck Tape', with as it's logo a duck, would be a huge succes.


Posted by: Yungthuggin89
I don't get it?


Play Portal.


Pretty nice, beginning was good. But I just can't read it, my head hurts if I do.

  • 11.01.2010 6:54 AM PDT

If only there was someone as egotistical and funny as my clone.


oh wait.

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  • 11.01.2010 6:55 AM PDT

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Posted by: HALO Aficionado
Good work though. It sounds like it could be a part in a halo novel. Very well writtn.


Thank you. I will be posting the second Chapter tonight so save the thread if you want to read more.

  • 11.01.2010 7:04 AM PDT

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More than likely it will be around 6:30ish p.m. CST.

  • 11.01.2010 7:54 AM PDT

I'm 17. I hate my Bnet name :(
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tl; dr

  • 11.01.2010 8:05 AM PDT

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Posted by: austiniskool
tl; dr


I really don't understand what that means.

  • 11.01.2010 8:10 AM PDT

I'm 17. I hate my Bnet name :(
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too long, didnt read

  • 11.01.2010 8:14 AM PDT

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Posted by: austiniskool
too long, didnt read


Too long?? :( I'm sorry.

  • 11.01.2010 8:19 AM PDT

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Posted by: austiniskool
tl; dr


I assume you have never read a book in your life and have failed every English class since you were born?

  • 11.01.2010 8:43 AM PDT

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Oh please don't insult him... it was my fault for writing too much. I got carried away. :(

  • 11.01.2010 8:53 AM PDT

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Wrong Forum. Go to the Gallery.

Ask a Ninja to move the thread there. It's been done before.

  • 11.01.2010 8:58 AM PDT

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Posted by: DataBase90
Wrong Forum. Go to the Gallery.

Ask a Ninja to move the thread there. It's been done before.


Wow I didn't even know this forum existed... *facepalms*

  • 11.01.2010 8:59 AM PDT
Subject: FAN FICTION: Time to Die

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Chapter 1. My List Of Things To Do Today

0400 Hours
Halo Ring Gamma
2599, Dawn Sept. 10th

Sweat dripped down his face as Private Davy Michaels crouched behind concrete slab. Plasma burns were already on the trees and buildings all behind him and they were not easing up. Michaels had never been in a combat situation before but he was no fool. Knowing full well that in the game of war Private's were little more than pawns on a chess board. His duty was to die defending his brothers in the UNSC from these hostile Aliens, another fanatic group not nearly as large as the Covenant. These were simply heretics but they amassed so quickly that the 112th Platoon was the only one within range to stop them. There was only 50 soldiers sent to stop 2,000. The odds were greatly against them but they did not let that get them down, they had marched proudly to the battlefield with the intention of wiping out their enemy and going home. Now these now Marines were falling left and right. Michaels counted twelve marines including himself still alive, a shotgun from a fallen ally was a few feet away so Michaels reached for it. Right when he did a large Brute stepped forward sniffing the air right above him, grabbing the gun he cocked it, the Brute grunted and looked down. *BOOM!* The Brute fell as the shotgun went off in his face, Michaels needed to move fast, that surely gave away his position. He looked over and saw his best friend, Private Mikie McKormic crouched behind a fallen log. Michaels motioned a punch to his fist then pointed towards the advancing heretics, this was the signal for suppressive fire. McKormic nodded and picked up his assault rifle broke cover and started shooting. Michaels rolled towards the buildings and barely missed several bursts of plasma which followed. After quickly reloading he jumped out while firing his assault rifle.
"Fall Back!"
Michaels was shouting and shooting at the same time and he realized that his companions had not heard him.
"FALL BACK!"
Screaming this time they all fell back behind the two buildings. Plasma grenades started sticking to the buildings blowing chunks out of the walls. The marines cover would not last for long. Michaels realized they had no CO (Commanding Officer), he turned to his friends and pointed to the woods about a hundred yards away, they nodded and started heading that way. McKormic had stayed with Michaels. Michaels quickly took his own grenades and McKormics and began putting them into a pile. He picked up a battle rifle and took off running. McKormic close behind, when he was about half way to the woods he turned around and saw the Brutes and Elites appearing around the two buildings, he put his eye to his scope and fired. Perfect shot! The explosion knocked all the aliens to the ground so Michaels turned and sprinted to the woods before more of the heretics saw him.

* *** *


Once they were safely a long ways into the forest they stopped to check ammunition supplies and injuries. Out of the twelve of them only four were uninjured. Michaels knew they wouldn't just listen to his command no questions asked so he decide to approach the matter from a different perspective.
"We have reinforcements coming in two days, but if we don't have more ammo we ain't gonna make it that long. I think two of use should stay and treat and guard the wounded and the other two should go back and gather what ammo we can."
The other marines agreed. After quickly deciding who would stay and who would go the other two took off towards the battlefield and McKormic and Michaels stayed, after they were sure no one would die the began to think up ways to help out the situation. Michaels was more thinking out loud.
"Okay well the first thing we need is a CO but we cant promote ourselves."
McKormic reached into his bag and pulled out his battlefield handbook, not necessarily look, it says here on Page 19 that '...if all that remains from any group is the Privates that they should then promote one of their own to Corporal. This is for EXTREME circumstances ONLY.'"[/i]
Michaels nodded, he remembered reading that.
"Okay so who should be promoted, well we'll talk with the others when they get back but in the mean time lets figure out what to do with these guys."

* *** *

By the time the other two returned it was well after dark, Michaels was losing his cool.
"What took you two so long?"
Private Collins and Private Garrison were notorious for getting themselves into trouble.
"Hey man chill," was Private Collins response, "we had trouble finding our way back then when we got there we had to use the last of our ammo on some grunts but no worries we found more."
He then proceeded to drop the weapons and ammo on the ground. McKormic had been talking to Garrison and they both walked over to Collins and Michaels. The four of them began talking about who should become their CO and they all agreed on McKormic.
"Alright I'll be CO but that doesn't mean I'm not open to advise and strategy. I'm as green as everyone else here."
They all laughed for a few minutes before they began making their plans.

0300 Hours
Halo Ring Gamma
2599, Pre-Dawn Sept. 11th

The trap was set and the dice were rolled 4 against about 2,000 are really bad odds but they were confident that their plan would work. Michaels was using himself as bait to lure these heretics into the forest were they other three were waiting with pits, logs, boulders, machine guns, shotguns, and battle rifles. Michaels saw a decent sized scout party and lured them in by firing a few shots with his rifle and running back into the woods. By the time they crossed the 200 or so yards Michaels was across the pit, they charged him thinking to take him hostage. Instead they all fell into the hole save a Grunt, who proceeded to turn and run. Michaels shot him in the back of the head. Then pulling the pin on his grenade dropped it into the pits, Grunts, Elites, and Brutes all screamed.
"Frag Out!"

* *** *


Within two hours the heretics had gotten wise to the fact they continued to come up missing when their scout parties went to the west side of the Gamma complex. In those two hours four marines had claimed the lives of 200 heretics, 25 every scout party. Now the heretics came and stood facing the woods. McKormic leaned over and whispered into Collins ear.
"I'd say at least 1,200 maybe 1,300. The rest must be headed for the complex to activate this ring."
McKormic nodded to Michaels. Michaels picked up the single sniper rifle they had and aimed at the heretic Brute Chieftain. Fixing the reticule on his forehead a shot rang out. The chieftain stood still for several seconds as blood gushed from his eyes, ears, and the now open hole exposing his brain before he collapsed dead. The heretics started screaming and unleashed all of their weapons into the forest. They were shooting far below the marines who had moved up into the trees to be able to better ambush the heretics but one of the plasma burst by chance hit Garrison in the leg. He screamed and fell. As he fell his head hit three branches splattering blood everywhere along the way. His head landed on a rock which decapitated him. What was four is now three.

* *** *


McKormic didn't panic instead he motioned for Michaels to fire again. McKormic gave the cue and Michaels fired dropping a large Elite this time. That was all it took for all of the heretics to rush the woods. Collins opened fire with the machine gun dropping them left and right but more were still coming taking the place of the heretic who died before him. McKormic cut the ropes holding the boulders and logs in place. Instead of rolling like they were supposed to they just stayed there. McKormic cursed under his breath and picked up a battle rifle.
"Michaels!"
McKormic pointed to the logs and Michaels jumped from the tree he was in to the tree the rope was tied to. He tried cutting the rope but he couldn't from where he was at and the plasma burst were getting closer and closer to him. Then by stroke of luck one of the plasma bursts burned right through the rope and set the logs and boulders rolling down hill taking out a great deal of the heretics. Michaels pulled his battle rifle off of his back and started shooting. Michaels motioned to Collins indicating he should aim at the Grunts, McKormic was focusing mainly on the Brutes so Michaels took aim at the Elites. They all had shields which didn't stop Michaels from finishing them off. A quick burst to the casing of their shield generator then a quick burst to the head. One by one they dropped until the marines were down to their shotguns due to having no ammo left. They quickly climbed down and waited as the heretics continued to march. *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* Their enemies fell until there was only around 60 heretics left. They were in full retreat and running scared. The marines now run into the open picking up the heretics weapons and using them to gun down the last of them. The sun was setting and a burst of light shot into the sky. Michaels looked up and roared inhumanely.
"Dying was not on my list of things to do today!"
With that the three remaining marines took off towards the complex. They were the last hope for this system and they couldn't stand by. . . it was time to fight or die trying.

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Thank you for moving the thread so quickly. :)

  • 11.01.2010 9:10 AM PDT

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Chapter 2. How this feel?

2300 Hours,
Halo Ring Gamma Activation Complex
2599, Sept. 10th


Michaels led the way as they made their way through the ancient halls with their stolen weapons. One by one heretic fell its was as though these three were unstoppable. With the heretics only have around 700 soldiers in the complex the marines were getting more and more confident as they slaughtered them left and right. It was only a matter of time before the ring was fully operational and these three marines were the only thing that could possibly stop it. As they came to a large cavernous room they were met by 500 heretics holding their weapons at them. Without even thinking Private Collins pulled the pin of a smoke grenade and dropped it. The three retreated as quickly as they could and hid just out of sight behind what at first appeared to be piles of rubbish. Michaels realized that these were simply bodies that they had slaughtered. The heretics rushed by and the three moved on only after sealing the tunnel. They would have to find a way out later. Right now they had to stop the ring from firing. They only had 200 heretics stopping them.

* *** *

As they entered the final room the heretics were cheering. They were just about to fire the fully operational Halo ring when the three marines opened fire. These heretics had no weapons as they were the spiritual leaders, however they did have body guards. Ten enormous Brutes with brute shots began firing the missiles at the marines. Michaels rolled and rolled and rolled out of the way until all of the Brutes were reloading. He rushed up to one of them just to get the brute shots bayonet take a slice through his shoulder. Michaels cried out in pain and McKormic ran up to both of them, he unpinned a grenade and slammed it into the Brute's open mouth. The now enraged brute swung his bayonet upwards slicing deep into McKormics back. Collins yelled but no one heard him. All ten Brute's began firing their weapons. McKormic and Michaels both went flying. Grenades went off, Brute's roared in pain and death. Michaels head hit the floor, he was soaked in McKormic's blood.

* *** *

Michaels could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He opened his eyes and saw McKormic now dead sheilding him from the onslought of the ten Brute's. The three who seemed invincible were now only two. Collins was steady yelling at Michaels and tossing grenades. Michaels could barely see and he couldn't hear anything, I must be deaf! he realized with horror. Mustering what courage he had left he stood up. Right when he did the body of a Brute hurled into him knocking him into the wall. The dead brute dropped his brute shot, Michaels picked it up. Looking at the remaining three Brute's he yelled,
"How does this feel?!?"
Michaels unleashed the full clip onto the three brutes, their bloody corpses were now littering the floor. Michaels dropped the heavy weapon and picked up a covenant rifle, *PING* *PING* *PING* Three more spiritual leaders down. Soon Collins and Michaels had cleared the room. Michaels walked up the many steps to the control console. Unsure of how to deactivate the ring he picked up a lonely plasma grenade. Activating it, he stuck it to the console and limped quickly down the stairs, the explosion happened before he reached the last step. It knocked him to the floor. The last thing he remembered was the bright light fading away. . .

0900 Hours,
On Board the Crimson Dawn
2599, Sept. 14th

"Wake up! wake up!! wake up!!!" A familiar voice was standing over him, but it didn't stop Michaels natural reaction. Before his eyes were even open his hands were around Collins throat. Once he saw that it was in fact Collins he had heard he let go, not too softly either.
"How long have I been out?"
Michaels cautiously asked.
"Only for the last two days. Nothing major you suffered some damage to your shoulder that has mostly healed up and a minor concussion. Doc says its cool for me to wake you up so I did."
Collins was grinning like a little girl after an Easter egg hunt. Two day? Wow. I wonder what happened. Shaking his head because his vision was still cloudy Michaels wondered how soon before their next mission.
"So stop sitting there grinning tell me everything that happened."
Collins nearly jumped on top of Michaels with excitement.
"Okay here is the scoop, we both got promotions to Sergeant, the ceremony is tonight. We have been commended for bravery and sacrifice and for saving the Duben Star System. All of the other men we hid in the woods are safe and healing. The halo ring did not fire. That is the main point, oh and when you get up there is a certain Colonel Freeman who wants to see you, he's waiting outside the room."
Michaels stood up and told Collins to leave. He then walked over to the door saluted the Colonel and invited him in.
"First of all let me congratulate you for a job well done soldier. We need more men with your 'talents' per say, and I was hoping that you would be willing to participate in our new program we are calling it the S4 project. If you know anything about history then should already know what I am referring to," Colonel Freeman looked almost angry as he was telling Michaels this information, "and most importantly. This information and offer is highly classified. You have until after the award ceremony tonight to accept or decline. You have an email. No return address, simply answer with and Accept or Decline."
With that the colonel saluted and spun his heel on the way out door he paused as though he was going to say something else but continued walking. Michaels sat down on his bed, S4? That could mean only one thing a newer more improved Spartan program. . . the Spartan IV

  • 11.01.2010 11:41 PM PDT

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Would anyone care to read the next chapter?

  • 11.15.2010 1:18 PM PDT