Axilus Prime

No. To take any shortcuts would be unfair. The Covenant are still undecided about their next target and they have 7 hours.

Pay to play and pay to win are both utterly disgusting practices and should not exist.

Wrong. Because the Director's vote on top of Kittens' would have sealed an undeniable victory for us. You didn't manipulate scrap, Caboose. You're just taking credit for the coincidentally favorable (for you) actions of everybody else, when in truth you changed sides like 3 times because you wanted to be sure you were on the winning team at the end. Just drop it already, it's losing its humor.

HA HA HA HA HAH HAH HAH HAH.

You can't manipulate anyone, Caboose. And even if you could, it doesn't work once you tell them you're trying to manipulate them.

What spambots that use real-ish names?

Day 3 It wasn't a 'Major' who was brought to the execution stand after the voting was done. No, R'hun 'Tingtonee came to the stand of his own free will, unbound and without escort, in his full suit of Storm Zealot armor. Guns were, naturally, pointed at him immediately from all sides. "What's this, Commander?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Here I am, delivering myself to you just as my subordinate did on the day this began! I recall him receiving no such greeting." He smirked, looking the Spec-Ops Commander dead in the eyes. The Commander returned the Storm Zealot's gaze. "It was you, wasn't it? You were the one who beat 'Kenwee bloody before the execution. You were the Major he attempted to kill." Drawing his Energy Sword, the Commander approached the Zealot. "The Major whose life you saved, yes. Are you going to take me to the execution stand, then?" The Zealot had an Energy Sword strapped to his hip, and a Carbine on his back, but with all the foes in the room he dared not draw either. His smirk, however, had not faded in the least. Naturally suspicious, the Commander narrowed his eyes. "No. You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bring you to the stand, which you had one of your men sabotage. For me to walk straight into a trap. But seeing as you've come here in your Covenant armor, we don't need to scan you to know we've found one more of the infiltrators." A harsh laugh that nearly cut off the Commander was the Zealot's response. It was loud, filled with every last bit of his amusement at the situation. "As I expected. You're too smart for that. But you're wrong about something. I had him sabotage the execution stand, yes...and every single section of this floor." Instantly the Commander's foot twitched, starting to move away, but it was too late. The floor gave way beneath them, and an impenetrable energy shield blocked off anyone who planned to follow. The Zealot and Commander fell through more and more rigged floor sections, and above them, energy shields would fill the holes every time. Finally they both landed, shields taking damage but not being brought down entirely. But now it would be at least half an hour before anyone could get there. Falling was not an option for anyone else. They would have to take the long way. The Spec-Ops Commander grabbed his sword off the ground and lunged immediately, but the lunge assist provided by his suit only caused him to crash into a wall when the Storm Zealot quickly sidestepped. "Rrrgh!" He whirled around, and this time the Zealot's sword was drawn as well. "A lucky dodge, too lucky to repeat." "I don't have to." When next the Commander lunged, the Zealot did the same, and their swords collided. The magnetic fields containing the plasma were disrupted for a moment, showering them both in the superheated substance, though in a far thinner concentration than a direct hit would have given. Naturally, this resulted in their shields taking far less damage, and they simply collided before bouncing away from each other. Rather than allow them to continue to clash until the Commander's stronger shielding ultimately prevailed, the Zealot activated his camo device and vanished. The Commander knew better than to flail blindly with his sword. He stowed it immediately and drew his secondary: a Plasma Rifle. He performed a full spin while firing, stopped when a shot caused the Zealot's shield to glow, and drew his sword for another lunge. With an expression of shock, the Zealot backpedaled around a corner during the time it took the Commander to draw his sword. He switched to his Carbine, came around the corner, and fired several shots at the Commander. This exposed him, but he was able to empty his clip into the Commander's shield and draw his sword just as his foe got close. The next collision of swords brought both their shields down. When they bounced away from each other, the Zealot pulled his Carbine back out and aimed for the Commander's head. The Commander knew where the Zealot would aim, and in a desperate movement brought the handle of his Energy Sword in front of his face. The Zealot was already pulling the trigger when the Commander did that, and so by a stroke of bad luck, hit only the handle with his barrage of shots. The shots broke through even the hard material of the sword handle, disabling the weapon, but the Commander was able to rush forward and shove the barrel of the Carbine up. "We killed your Ranger! Who did this?!" The Zealot jerked his whole body to the left, tearing the Carbine free of the Commander's grip. "The Ranger was skilled enough to sabotage what others planned to do...but we all know how to sabotage simple architecture." He would have laughed if not for his dire situation, one in which his sudden turn to the left had exposed his right side. The Commander seized the Zealot's sword and took it from his hip, activating it and slashing the Carbine in half. "YOU DIE! HYAH!" He thrust the sword into the Zealot's chest, panting. Blood coughed by the Zealot landed on his face, but he didn't care. He had won. The Zealot's eyes grew wide, but then a strange gleam in them provided what just barely amounted to a warning. It was not enough. He reached forward, grabbed the handle of the Energy Sword, and shoved it deeper into his own chest. My fate is sealed...The blade now reached far behind him, with the handle pressing against his armor, and he was able to use the shock of what he had done to free the sword from the Commander's grip. With a dash forward, a crash into the Commander's left shoulder, and a spin to the left, he brought them back to back. "AAAAAARGH!" The Commander looked down in horror, seeing the tip of the sword just barely emerging from his own chest. He had killed the Storm Zealot, that much was clear. But now he was dying with him. For the two warriors, everything went black. --- rrhuntington, Storm Zealot, Lynched. Ledgend1221, Spec-Ops Commander, Killed by Storm Zealot. Night roles, PM me your actions. You have 48 hours.

I'm fine with them. Wouldn't have a problem whether they stayed or were removed.

By this you mean Hunt, right? Because if you intended to vote for the Hunter, well, he's not on the list.

I was in school. And sword practice. --- Night 3 The Engineer floated to the area of the ship she had prepared when this madness had first began. The Covenant Remnant were hard to predict, and so for the moment, her plan was to play it safe. Like any Engineer, she could generate energy shields around anyone she wished to protect...except herself. And that was why she had specially prepared this area of the ship, this refuge from the Covenant. When she was not out finding others to protect, she would stay here, and be safe herself. Despite all her preparations, the Engineer still couldn't help but feel surprise and fear when the sound of a metal-plated boot came from around the corner. The sound was thunderous, the weight behind it clearly immense. A strange multitude of low, warbling growls came next, and she could see a green glow coming around that same corner only a second later. Knowing what was coming, she began to move sideways and upward. The second the Hunter came around the corner and saw the Engineer, he fired off a fuel rod. The explosive projectile narrowly missed the Engineer, slamming into the wall behind her and leaving a burn mark against the near-impenetrable wall of the ship. Filled with an unrelenting desire to avenge his brother's death at the swords of the Swords of Sanghelios, the Hunter fired more shots in rapid succession at the Engineer. The Engineer responded by continuing to fly and using the distance between them for time to dodge. The blasts at most grazed her, prompting sprays of blood, but no serious wounds were created. The Hunter would have to get closer to hit her...and that was exactly what she wanted. With a movement of her tentacle she taunted her foe, daring him to come closer. And in a rage, he did. Thunderously the Hunter charged forward, shaking the room with both his footsteps and the roars from every worm in his body. That was when the Engineer dug a tentacle into a crevice in the wall, wrapped it around a piece of metal, and pulled on it. When all this had began, the Engineer had, true to her name, prepared a series of traps to bring down any Covenant attacker that came her way while she was in this place. Bombs wired to a single makeshift lever were under the floor right where the Hunter stood. Each was more than powerful enough to blast through the ship's inner hull, which was already far stronger than the armor of any Hunter. The pulling of the lever triggered the detonation mechanisms in each one simultaneously...and the resulting explosion did not exist at all. What?! The Hunter continued to charge at the Engineer, who rose up just in time to avoid a powerful swing of its shield. If Hunters could grin, this one certainly would be. The Ranger had done an excellent job finding and sabotaging the Engineer's protective traps. And regardless of the Engineer dodging his melee, there was no chance of her dodging what followed. He aimed his Assault Cannon upward... A purple flash came in place of a green one, shooting into the Hunter's back and prompting a pained roar. "Perfect!" The Jackal Sniper took aim again, but the Hunter had already turned around, and the next shot struck it in the chest armor. He was forced to run when a fuel rod flew straight at him, but cackled when it hit the wall that had once been behind him. Seizing her chance, the Engineer flew over the Hunter and zigzagged away, all the while with fuel rods flying past her from behind. Her bombs had clearly been sabotaged, but thanks to the Jackal Sniper, she was saved. "SQUEEEEEEEEERRRRKKH!" "Did you think you would survive this night, Engineer? Did you think any of you would survive? I wonder how one with the intelligence to assemble such traps lacks the intelligence to see that her cause is doomed." The Storm Zealot withdrew his sword from the Engineer, who exploded in a violent release of floating gases and purple blood. After a few minutes of searching, he found the Hunter again. "Where is the Sniper?!" The only response was the infuriated Hunter pounding the wall. "...He got away. Wonderful." After a pause, he added, "It's time we left. The heretics will find us if we stay here." --- Rue, Engineer, Executed. Church, Hunter, lost a life. Suspect List: Ledgend1221 rrhuntington Ash Yang Xiao Long

The game can't be more than 34% broken in any region of the world because only a third of it is online. 80% would mean that living in non-US regions screwed over the offline stuff too somehow. Weren't the framerate issues and crashing only caused by online Forge and co-op?

You mean 34% broken. Because at launch only the online aspects were screwy, and the online aspects are only 1/3 of what the game has to offer. And now...well they're still screwy as all hell but not nearly as much. So now I'd estimate it at...17% broken. Unless you live in Australia in which case it's still 34% broken. I agree that it's completely absurd for the issues to persist for this long. By now it really should be flawless. But at the same time, the degree of hate in these hate posts could only be justified if 343 intentionally made the game buggier as a prank on the player base, and then proceeded to sell empty cases for Halo 5 as an even bigger joke.

Flood. Would you rather fight Flood or Necromorphs?

That list of pet peeves is really, really long. Why'd you even go to all that trouble?

So, you guys are probably familiar with my drawings of Optimus Prime and Grimlock. If you're not, well, that's what the above links are for. But today I bring a new drawing, something I haven't done for way too long. So, I present to you an enemy of the above characters, and one of the most awesome villains...ever. Lockdown.

Congratulations, Ash, and thanks. Now, I'd answer your question...except I couldn't read it.

This kind of thing typically just goes in a status update.

I'd like to remind everyone that vote changing must be done in the "I change my vote from (this person) to (this person)" format. I'll let that one go since I saw it so easily, but in future, keep to that format or I won't count vote changes.

Yes.

How strangely large the gap between this Grunt's intelligence when fighting his foe and when speaking to us here is.

The second one. EVERYONE would be screwed by the first option. Would you rather accidentally use the wrong restroom, or release your wastes out in the open and realize you've been seen?

You'd never eat your pet. Another spider, maybe, but not your own.