VinWarrior

I liked it, it was an interesting read, Good job Bacon.

Alright, I will delete this and try to get it to Ledgend another way, sorry to bother you, I have just been having trouble with photos lately,

Couldn't delete the post, so just ignore this one, Or can one of you guys delete it for me?

Very Nice, Accepted.

Granted, but it kills you in a fit I wish that I was Jesus

So, this is to help my two artists, Donut and Mr. Wolfy work on a cover I have them doing, first is Jackhar, the main character and Field Marshall

[I AM BACKKKK! Sorry about that, I have been busy, and I REFUSE to read what is behind my post... HALF A LEAGUE ONWARD!] Omegaman awoke to blinding white light and wind battering his chest, he was falling. He shook his head waved his arms in the air, screaming, he knew he was going to land, the question was, where? He barreled down from the sky and unto the carrier's aircraft deck, his head slammed into the ground, in full force. He groaned in pain as he was lain in the rusty rubble, he then heard a familiar cry, Sikslik7's. He jumped off the ground, hazed, his vision was blurrier then when he drank fresh Kig-Yar Ale, but he could see something, something he hated dearly, Cunning, patrolling for a target, his eyes turned red, as he stood straight and let out a screech, it maneuvered through the whole ship, reaching it's farthest corners for all to hear, he charged at Cunning, faster then he had ever run before. He put out his clawed fingers, but before Cunning could turn to his opponent, Omegaman grabbed his neck with full force, Cunning muttered, "You can't autohi-" as Omegaman interrupted in a scowling voice, "I am not going to kill you." as his hand gripped harder, he growled in his face, muttering, "How could you kill a man like that, with such viciousness that even I can't comprehend? You bashed the man's skull in, Vermin, I should do the same to you!" as he pulled out his Suppressor, putting it at the Yanm'e's chest, and letting out a single shot, only a damage shot though, as it didn't kill him, Cunning writhed with fear and pain, as the Jackal felt a familiar hand grasp his shoulder, Spark's, Omegaman turned to Spark as he nodded his head, the Jackal let out an angered face and once again roared in the Yanm'e's eyes, as he threw the Yanm'e across the carrier, Cunning hit a Jet's hull as he slid down, in a pool of his own blood, Omegaman walked up to him and stared at him with accusing eyes, and then he crouched down, and muttered in the Yanm'e's face, "You ever do something like that again, no matter to whom, and I will drown you in a pool of your own blood, Vermin." as he got back up, docking the suppressor on his back, and taking a run for the side of the ship, where there is a small hole in which he can avoid getting shot at, as he jumped he quickly turned and thruster pack-ed into the room, landing feet first in a crouched position on the floor.

Haha, I was actually expecting YOU to beat me to the punch. point is the pack is 'conveniently' arriving right on time... And I definitely did not threaten 343 to release ODST armor for Halo 4 or I would blow a hole in their heads with my shotgun... Ha ha ha ha...

Granted, but they are poisoned by bugs and you die I wish that I was a master at every game I touched.

Good on them, they are great artists and deserve it

It has been an honor, and a privilege to be alongside a great man, Insignia. May you leave with a bang, not a whimper. Your effects are everlasting... It's hard to believe you are leaving, friend.

I think this solves our armor problem...

Definitly H3. It will be good to finally play with you spades

[iMPORTANT UPDATE: Tex has asked for someone to take over her character for a single post to get her back in the events, I believe BaconShelf should, if he accepts, he will post as her In a bright yellow color, so we can tell it is her character, and label it at the top, in case there is any confusion, I will allow this, Bacon if he accepts to, is no breaking any rules, but filling in where Tex cannot. Also Trae you need to start putting it in past tense, it is getting annoying now.]

[baconShelf is right, I would have said something but Bacon beat me to it, just change it, and start reading the books, or the wiki, if you would like to guarantee that you won't make an embarrassing mistake like that again] Taylor continued with a final shell, he held in up about head-level, his hand shaking as usual, it didn't even look dim, the clouds covered the moon like a barricade, hiding every ray a moon could beam unto the forsaken planet. Taylor rotated in in his fingers, then stopped it, he noticed a small crack in it on one side, the bullet wasn't good anymore, then turned the bullet, it was the manufacture number, he turned to his friend, and tossed it into the air, as it fell back, his hand caught it, he turned it, it was the crack, he turned to Jacob again and said, "We're going." As he bounced off the car, almost in an escape-like way, and stood, head down, muttering, "number, we stay... Crack... We. Leave... I didn't know what to do Jacob, I don't want to leave them, Ash, Rook, the pilot... We have to. We are leaving them behind, as soon as we find the pilot, we need him if we want out, if we find the others along the way..." Not able to finish his sentence.

It isn't the most interesting reason, but do you want interesting, or the truth? I am guessing interesting but too bad I was sitting there thinking of a name for my account on the forums and I figured, "I love Spartans, so let's go with that!" but it needed something else, I used to have a close friend named LONGRANGE KIL R, so I took KIL from his name, and bam! As for my gamertag, I pretty much used Vinman for a lot of accounts on consoles, so I decided to change it to VinWarrior, and there you go. Not as funny as the guy who came up with it while taking a dump, which let me remind you, gave me a heart attack, but good enough.

It isn't official 343 Forums, so sorry, but we can't hire you, But welcome anyways!

Use your email and send it to mine, you can't use AOL... I learned that the hard way... Gmail or Yahoo works.

(It hasn't been abandoned, I was just enjoying my b-day weekend, ;D) 4 Hours before Trae's Post... The whole world seemed still, for a moment, yet again, the skies were a dim orange, it seemed like sunrise, but yet, it would all change soon, the warthog flipped in the air multiple times, Taylor held on for dear life, he held the wheel as the warthog was pushed forward and his head banged the dashboard in full force, knocking him out, for about two hours, he awoke, soon after, his vision shaky and dim, he could hear the mumbling of his own voice as his ears caught a buzzing sound, he figured, he was dead, he crawled to Jacob, and shook him on the shoulder saying, "Ugh... Uh... Jac- Jacob... Wake up Jacob... Please." as he head fell to the ground, he mustered all his strength and pushed himself off the floor, he spun, or at least it looked like it, he walked dazed to the side of the warthog, and leaned on it, sighing, and then hearing a thunderous crack in the air as the skies darkened faster then they should have, it went from gray to blueish-black. Rain started to batter down on Quezon, it wasn't natural rain either, it was caused by the covenant's glassing, and he knew that, he went to the side of his Hog' and picked up a shotgun stored there, pulling it out with a little effort and some elbow grease. He lowered his gun and walked shakily towards a tree, the rest of the squad wasn't up yet, he figured he may not be able to wake them up, he turned on his VISR Mode, as it was too dark to see, Taylor walked around the tree as he heard familiar, heavy footsteps. He turned lightly as his VISR adapted to the surroundings in front of him, it outlined four brutes, two Captains wielding Concussion Rifles, a minor, walking along in his light blue armor with his usual low intelligence and standard Spiker, and who seemed to be the leader of the group, a Chieftain wielding a Fuel Rod. They walked quite organized for a Brute squad, one turned, in Taylor's direction, he squinted, Taylor could tell, even in his gold plated helmet, as he shivered a little bit in the cold and growled, continuing on with his squad, Taylor ran towards what looked like a blinking object, as he pushed himself with all his speed, he reached it, it was not what he expected. It was a Spartan Laser, with the out-of-ammo light on, someone used it, as he looked back and muttered, "Rook." he once again turned, more covenant were on their way, a small grunt caravan was passing by, about four grunt minors, Taylor figured he could get info out of one of them, he ran up behind the first grunt, slicing his neck open in a spew of blood, which got the grunt directly in front of him's attention, as he turned, his eyes widened and he yelled, "DEM-" but before he could finish, a knife to the top of the head, from Taylor, as he blew a hole into the other grunt's head with a silenced pistol he also found in the Hog', the last grunt shivered for his life and stayed still, crouching and crying, Taylor crouched down to his level and whispered, "Tell me what you are after, and I won't kill you, got it?" as the grunt shivered more, Taylor started counting, with the gun's hot barrel at the grunt's head, he counted to five, and then BLAM! A shot to the skull splattered everywhere, almost illuminating in the light, he walked back to his warthog's crash, and sat on the hood, loading shotgun shells into his shotgun, counting them, in Italian, he muttered in a sing-songy way, "Uno piccolo pallottola caldo nel guscio , quando Ÿ il prossimo variegato , I'll mai raccontare , Uno piccolo , due piccolo , tre , presente quattro , Sono andando a bisogno un intero lotto più. [translated:One little bullet hot in the shell, when is the next shot, I'll never tell, One little, two little, three, now four, I'm gonna need a whole lot more...]" as he hears the creak of a footstep, he shoves it off, and continues singing, and loading shells.

I like it personally, I am still unsure, it may be a while before filming can begin, but I will send you the lines! Hold your horses! We still need voice actors, :3

AH, BEES!!! MY EYES!!! AH, DON'T GO IN THERE!!! AH!!!! Welcome to the forums, my friend, you only have to follow several easy rules Be considerate, cooperative, and caring, and you will work your way to the top in no time!

Okay, I have decided that Boss can be Buck if Prototype's line's don't work out, I will send you the lines boss, both of you guys send me the audio, and I will decide who gets it, and BTW Armor is still mainly undecided,

Omegaman was quite sick of his team, he figured he could take all the credit himself, after all, he was the best Jackal this system had to offer, he looked at his Elite friend, turning his suppressor around and pulling it into the air, but the elite non-nonchalantly muttered to him, still walking forward, "Don't even, Jackal... I know how you feel." as Omegaman's eyes opened wide, he muttered something, definitely not appropriate, under his mouth, and kept walking. Omegaman, ran backwards, not following orders and suprising the two, he yelled to them, "Get the car and take the *ssbag who took our flag, I am going to take their's." as he kept running, he reached the surface, their flag in sight, but a long walk away, he ran forward as fast as he could, jumping over steep drops, as he muttered back to his elite friend, "Gator, throw me your swords!" as the Elite threw them to the Jackal, who docked his Suppressor behind his back and jump into the air, he caught them, one on each hand and plunged them into the tower, which kept him in his position, he crawled up the long tower, putting one energy sword in front of him, then another, so on and so forth, as he reached the top, a marine was guarding it, and his swords needed to be recharged, he put his hand to his back, as a Lancer was digistructed, he pulled it forward and rammed into the marine, as he slashed off his legs, he then aimed at his head and fired a Neon green round into his face, turning him into green ash, it was funny, because green was the power of will, yet his gun always fired orange, corruption, maybe his actions changed something, he shrugged it off and grabbed the flag, he holstered it on his back as he could hear the other team's announcer saying, "Red Flag Taken." he looked down, and sighed as he took a leap of faith, his monitor let him know if he got too close, it did, at about 15 meters he activated his thruster pack, lightening the fall, he put his hand to his ear and muttered, "I got it, need extract-" as he heard a magnum ****, he turned, he knew who it was, a familiar spartan, he muttered, "Heh, been a long time," as he tilted his head at the sound of a warthog incoming, he then continued saying, "But it's gonna have to wait a little longer." as he evaded narrowly, as the car was ramming Sparky, he grabbed hold of the side of the car jumping on to the turret, and passing the flag to Des'. He yelled at Pluton who was driving, "Swap with me!" as the two quickly jumped in each other's spots, Omegaman turned the car, and rammed the petal, aiming for the jump, they were almost back, Des' had the flag, the Jackal got out incredibly fast and parkoured to their own flag stand, which had their flag, and muttered to Des', "THROW IT!" as Des' swung the flag to the Jackal, who was near the top, thanks to his claws, and resiliance, he pulled the flag upward with all of his strength and raised his hand with the flag into the air as he slammed it into the ground, a voice rung out, saying, "Blue Team has Captured the Flag!" and Omegaman Infinity smiled.

I did it, it was a nice survey, didn't help much, but I hope you benefit from my answer! Whoops! Discard mine please, I am not 18! SORRY, SORRY

I could tell the first one was photoshopped, it was WAYYY too realistic, the second one almost had me fooled, but I have used that technique in Photoshop before... Not cool bro...