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Don't have to be such a hardass about it.

Can your mind go through the learning process and just figure out how to spell properly?

Wish I knew how to draw.

Thank you for this thread.

The title is self-explanatory. I intend to find a reliable squad that I can play any sort of new Halo with, Reach or Halo 4 (Once 4 hits shelves). I need to fill multiple roles for my squad and can have more than one person for each role... Also; Being on whenever you want to be is acceptable. Simply Meaning: You don't have to be on more than once a day. RULES - Rule 1: No greed Rule 2: Need Respect Rule 3: Teamwork Here's a few roles I need filled - FCS: Focus is basically a role that is general purpose and your team-mates stick together and focus on the same targets to kill them off. It's the most effective and basic technique... who cares about who get's the most kills when you win the game? FKR: Go around and shoot them in the back as fast as you can and when possible. CPR: Take snipe, use it well and wisely. CRK: Use explosives and power weapons whenever it is possible.

343i is making it how the community wants it. Non of us have any right to complain. BUNGIE handed the freaking series over to 343Industries because of how every single one of their fans are always unsatisfied. It's kind of pathetic really. Now all of you little complaining insignificant children. Sit down, shut up, drink some freaking milk and deal with it. As in... Deal with whatever 343Industries has to offer, because if you truly are a Halo Fan. You won't give a damn who makes it, or how it turns out. If you aren't, you're just another noob-ass critic.

Meh. Wb.

I killed the Stormcloaks their armor was ass, and the Imperials had several different variants... and as far as I could tell. The Stormcloaks didn't. At any rate. I have a lvl 19 Female Khajiit Warrior that was imperials. And a Lvl 4-5ish Male Khajiit that is just a nasty-ass Archer and Sneaker.

Rules: No controlling NPCs (Non-player characters) aside from the deaths of Zombies. This RP is holdout type. Just randomly post and enter the story. Using the same format as ME circle-menu. however. You only start with 1000 Cash. I will tell you prices of stuff once you say... "-Opens circle menu-" Overlord, and his Butler killed a man simply known as Agent 1, who somehow turned into a zombie and started the world's first zombie apocalypse in the year of 2012, which was obviously the end of the world... Now... Overlord and his butler; Mr. Grazen must round up survivors and hope to god that the zombies don't smash down the main door. "Mr. Grazen... whom was that man that barged into my residence?" Overlord asked and had a puzzled look on his face. "I don't know... but we obviously need to update our security... here... I'm going to use to Circle-menu to buy some barbed wire for the doors." He stated bluntly and everything turned black. "What the hell was that?" Overlord asked, his eyes widening and he blinked furiously. "What?" Grazen asked. "That." He pointed at the circle menu that appeared to still be burned on his retina. "Survival Interface. It's a circle-menu. Like I said." "And your username?" "Suits me." "Touché." Will Grazen and Overlord survive the apocalypse or find anyone else to help them do it? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!

This Monitor be participating, brother. Hopefully I remember. Gotta a lot to take care of.

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Meh. One sentence at the end of the prologue is all it takes.

the main character; Mr. Grazen, a hired british butler then falls over and smashes his face on the ground, before getting up and glaring at a police officer. "OFFICAH! I've broken my nose!" Officer then replies, "ZOMBIES!" He fired blindly at the main character who runs off, unharmed.

The awkward moment when Chief and Cortana get married.

Crawl. WYR Eat Choc. Chip cookies or... All-bran choc. chip cookies?

Kill an innocent person. WYR ...Die of Hypothermia or Be slow-cooked over a fire by Brutes?

SH- Uh... Panties? WYR Wear a poop-filled diaper on your face or take a bath in a septic tank?

How does throwing him into a Warsim without a weapon, armor, or anything but a nutrition bar and blade sound?

Is it not possible to receive punishment in the future and not the present? Or is the present what really matters? Every action everyone make has repercussions. Either good or bad. I've implemented a punishment into Chapter 3, (Ch.2 is in dif. PoV.) Worry not. The realism in my story is beyond normal. P.S: I love how when I don't ask for constructive criticism, I receive it, but once I do. I don't.

Prologue: Unleash the Beast Gabriel was a soldier in the UNSC Marines, his current task was to finish his training at the Meat Grinder, he was specializing in the way of the sniper because he was the best eye, had the best accuracy, most endurance, phenomenal reflexes, Spartan-like speed and a speed disorder, he wasn’t the strongest, or the most powerful however, he was like a snake, reliant on grass to hide him, but once he struck he killed his target almost instantly. His voice was his neurotoxin, putting people and aliens alike into their places. His drill sergeant even thought he was some sort of ONI spook, steering clear of a man who’d actually never seen combat. They were all lined up in front of Sergeant First Class Glaze, and First Lieutenant Reed. Gabriel held utter-contempt for the two men and stared coldly at them, but otherwise stood at ease just like everyone else in the line. “Today,” Began the Sergeant as he cleared his throat in that awkward Sergeant sort of way and glanced at the faces before him. “Today you’re entering an exercise that almost mirrors real life combat, minus the split-chin freaks and the ‘fearless’ grunts of course.” He notified them and stood tall and straight and folded his hands behind his back. It was a joke but nobody caught on, nobody had ever heard the Sergeant make a joke or talk at ease. “Aha.” Said Gabriel, making false laughing noises to break the silence- Everyone broke out into laughter as he did, it was Gabriel’s humor, nobody actually understood the humor but everyone found it to be funny, they could laugh at something that nobody but Gabriel could understand but never be able to laugh at the Sergeant. “Quiet!” Lieutenant Reed shouted over the laughter and it almost instantaneously stopped. He glared at Gabriel, whom could tell that Mr. Reed held resentment for him. I’ll put you in your place… just like everyone else Gabriel turned his head slowly to face Reed directly and gave him a stone cold glare. “Sorry sir, but I’m straight, mind looking at somebody else for once?” Gabriel asked him, and Reed turned red, his entire face flushed red with complete anger and rage and Gabriel nodded slightly. “Sorry to break it to you, Lieutenant.” He stated, mock sincerity in his voice. The Lieutenant immediately turned his head and spoke to everyone else, completely ignoring Gabriel from that point on. “This simulation is going to be a Three-way, those with a Yellow patch aka Bravo Platoon, make your way towards the North-end of the Valley, Those with a Red patch, aka Alpha Platoon head towards the east end of the valley, and finally… those with the blue-patch, aka Delta Platoon, head towards the west end of the valley. The simulation will end once the last team or man is standing.” Reed briefed them and everyone nodded and shouted a series of yes sirs and affirmatives- Before they made their way to their designated base locations. Gabriel was a member of Delta… to him they were the best of the best, back in the day at least. There was still a Delta Force today, but they were all a part of the ODST Division in the Marines, and to become an ODST you had to volunteer, or be selected, and pass the Meatgrinder- but every ODST who’d seen enough combat either become insane or shell-shocked beyond the point of being normal again- but once you kill enough living things… or even your first, you’d never be normal again. "BLUE-Platoon will have their ordnance and assets removed from the battlefield. You can thank Ghost for his attitude." The Lieutenant said.

Everyone here sees me as an annoyance. This brother still floats gloriously like the titanic before it went down.