VinWarrior

Lol, America doesn't even have that much in it's bank...

I really don't know. Maybe, a prisoner in the base, when the captured it?

Halo 3 and ODST as a close second. Halo 3 filled me with moments of joy and sorrow, and you could land into a regular Infection game and have hours and hours of fun. The campaign was spot-on, with each mission either bringing a tear to my eye or heightening my resolve. The end was a Legendary finale to a great series, and multiplayer was the meaning of fun, with so many matches, and friends to be made, either it be Capture the Flag on Valhalla, or simply fighting to survive the Infected on Sandtrap, the Multiplayer went down in history as my favorite. Forge was an amazing suprise and filled me and my friends with hours of both creativity, and just plain, stupid fun. And because of Forge, Custom Games became a great time-killer, loading up the best maps and gametypes, and spending hours on it. ODST was a close second because of it's Ominous feel, and it's SPECTACULAR music, which will go down in Gaming History. If the campaign wasn't so short, this would be a perfect 10/10 game.

I am an aesthetic person, I feel like Diocese has a sense of original UNSC architecture, while the others are kind of just bland forerunner and dirt, while Diocese is on a ship, ergo, more different types of surroundings, instead of just one big arena.

Approved.

Granted. The missile launcher malfunctions and it explodes with you in it. I wish Dark Horse would publish my Roleplay as a Halo book.

All righty then, approved, you can post now.

I see, he saw people talking about my RP in the shoutbox and wanted to join... I AM THE RIDDLE SOLVER!

Still in the testing phase, Bacon... We'll see how the first few posts go.

Taylor heard the man over the speakers, and stood up from his seat, he walked over to the cockpit again, looking out, they were in Requiem's northern regions, didn't mean the Covenant were any less of a threat, only meant that now they had frostbite to deal with. He could see the base, the regular UNSC grey and green didn't blend with the Blue of the covenant vehicles and infantry. They set up Shades to defend from UNSC infantry, but they didn't expect us to come from the air. It was up to the pilot to make a smooth landing, so we could take out the infantry quickly.

No, Dust Hunter brought up the idea, and I decided to give it a shot, if it works, I may let people convert to Elites, on the condition that their character is killed first and they resubmit it in the Signup.

I like the look of Diocese very much, the other two are okay, in my mind, but Diocese wins it, nice job,

There is so much wrong here, it is going to take a PM... Well which one is it? Copernica or the elite? Only one. Approved. Okay... Who would give him permission to take Joseph's ODST helmet, it was his item?

Taylor decided to scare everyone by chiming in in his casually deep voice, "Tanks are slow... On the battlefield you can't afford to slow down..." he said as twisted his Kurki in the air for show, he walked near Murphy, and continued, "The Warthog, is where it's at! Fast, packs a punch, good for transport, s*** I'd take a warthog over a Mantis or Scorpion any day!" he said, flipping his Kurki again and putting it in it's holster.

We have not encounter the Prometheans yet, ergo, you cannot have this as your weapon, change this, and then I can approve you.

Taylor looked at Ashley, she looked like Taylor's wife, but Taylor shrugged it off, like usual, except this time, it wasn't working, he jolted up from the seat without saying a word, and went up to the cockpit, he looked out on the view of the metal planet, the visions were hard to escape though, they followed him, like a pack of dogs, he couldn't escape them, he looked back, it was the Spartan from reach, except, this time, he looked sad, his helmet off, as he crouched to the floor, all of a sudden, a body appeared, that of a little girl, she was covered with dirt, as the Spartan picked her up, and started rocking her slowly, Taylor moved closer, this time he didn't disappear, Taylor got close enough to look over the man's shoulder, as the Spartan shed tears, his eyes closed, still rocking the child, Taylor couldn't take it anymore, he closed his eyes, and sat down. He opened them, he was nowhere, everything was white, no sky, no people, just endless white, then, the elite from Reach, was holding Ashley, Taylor walked up to it, then it all became clear to him, he muttered loudly, "You- You were trying to warn me weren't you? This all, was about saving Ashley... Wasn't it?" as the elite said, in what seemed like a deep male voice, and a young female voice saying the same thing at the same time, "You will know in time." as Reality flickered back.

Taylor took the cigar out of his mouth, and raised it in the air, before putting it out, as he turned to Ashley, who had woken up, "Hey Ash... You never did tell me much about your family you know, why don't you give us a couple o' childhood stories?" as he smiled, looking back on Ike and Murphy.

Taylor pulled out a lighter, and three cigars, putting one in Murphy's hand, and one in Ike's hand, then saying, "To us guys, the underdogs, the so-called losers, the survivors..." as he lit a cigar, putting it in his mouth.

Taylor responded to the man, placing his helmet in the seat next to him, "I'm never alright anymore." he said with a quiet sigh as he ran his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a picture of him and his wife, they seemed to be in London, in a cafe, as Taylor turned to picture to look at it, pixelated lines drew around it as he was whisked into another memory, Taylor was in civilian cloths, so was his wife, she smiled, as she giggled, taking pictures, Taylor cracking a smile at her, as he grabbed him by the hand, the memory turned into pixels as he was shot back into reality, looking at Murphy and Ike, and sticking the picture back in his pocket, and saying in a low, and silent voice, "Haven't been happy since..."

Taylor quickly chimed in, "We were both on Reach... Zeta base 0800, covenant swarms... S*** got tough..." he said as he pulled out his Kurki, sharpening it. He put up his hand, to show his missing index finger, he said, "See that? F**king Spec Ops commander, cut a hole in me... Reach was hell... But, we survived. Up until now that is." he said, taking off his helmet to show the multiple burns on his face, he looked stern, like a veteran.

Taylor smiled, and nodded while saying, "She's one tough girl, I give her that, she'll be fine, Mr. Mal, over there worked his magic." as he gave a reassuring nod to Ike.

Taylor rushed on board the ship, he grabbed on to the machine gun, getting ready for when the ship takes off, he made sure everyone was on, before he spun the machine gun's tip, more for effect, as the ship began lifting, it exited the hanger, and Taylor watched the Infinity, it was being heavily assaulted, he fired off unto the troops on the ground, mulching down a few Storm grunts. As he let go of the gun, sitting down near Ashley, to check on her, "I'm sorry... That, I wasn't there, these past four years... If I knew where you were, or even that you were on the Infinity, I would have seen you..." he said sorrowfully.

Whaaaaaaaat?

Taylor needed everyone on-board, he put his TAC/COM to his face, "Ike! Your probably busy making out with your buddy there, but if you haven't noticed, the damned ship is on fire, get down here!" as he pulled the TAC/COM away from his mouth, sitting down near Ashley, he asked, "You okay? Mal didn't hurt you, did he?" as he looked toward the elevator, waiting for Ike.

Taylor nodded at him, he knew he was right, he picked up his TAC/COM again, yelling into it, "Mal, hold off, we are on our way, and we got injured!" as he changed channels, calling Ike, saying, "Ike meet us in the hanger, over and out." as he picked up Ashley, holding her, he said to Murphy, "Cover us, I can't shoot like this and you're less injured then her." as they walked down the halls, finding an elevator and taking it down, when they got there, it was almost abandoned, Taylor ran with Ashley to Mal, as he set her down, and let Mal take it from there.