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I'm gonna finish it. Just like Jigga did to the pyramid.
Posted by: Kickimanjaro
As my hand cannot draw the images from my mind as result of an injury, I shall use the keyboard to convey this image full of soul and solitude.
Picture, a lone soldier, leaning against a wall of a city. The streets empty save for a dead Covenant patrol and a few damaged vehicles and trash blowing in the light breeze. In one hand, his pistol hangs limp, in the other, his helmet. He collapses to the ground, finally succumbing to the wounds suffered during the fight. In one last, withering act of hope, he looks up towards the sky, suddenly lamenting that this seems such a terrible place to die, beneath the flickering bilboards and among the filth of the gutter. Ignoring the filth, he looks back towards the stars, and they seem such a beautiful sight, but suddenly, what's this? A sound. It doesn't sound natural. It seems a ringing, a cheerful ringing. He turns his gaze from the starry night and looks across the street where one of the phone booths has lit up, and seems to be...ringing.
OMG! That was cool. Is that supposed to be the odst rookie in new mombasa?