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LOL.

I used to have the flaming blue helmet like you once, but then I took an arrow in the knee and joined the guard. It was really unfortunate really. MY old Account expired and I made a new one. JOY.

THAT. Is actually one of the most creative things I've ever heard... It's just like 343i to be awesome...

I wasn't implying that I'd ruin your village with structures of awesome... and by that I meant like a Town hall with multiple different rooms and etc.

Now... there's an Elephant I'd drive... That sounded more erotic than I had initially intended... I'D STILL DRIVE IT.

Got a question... What's the thruster? I've been dark for quite awhile now.

The Galactic Sovereignty is a Clan that I am personally starting up to have fun but also be Competitive. The Clan itself is currently a Halo Clan only There will be multiple divisions in the clan, meaning a Certain group. Such as Airforce. Which will be based on flying Airborne Vehicles. And Marshals, which will be meant for protecting and Keeping order. Also Marines Army The Royal Guard and Etc. Post your GT and etc. below. Stating that you wish to join... once we acquire a sufficient amount of members we will destroy our rivals... -clears throat- The UNSC and the Council.

This much should be obvious.

I'D PREFER TO BE A VOICE ACTOR. Any position open in particular or am I late to the punch? Meh... nobody wants me in their machinima because I am complete stranger and have no experience... BUT HOW... I ask, HOW AM I supposed to get any by being refused all the time? -depressedface-

KSI HAZE LURKER I build towers and buildings of AWEEESHUM.

Elephants were relatively useless vehicles. So I can't really imagine why they'd include those..... Where do I find a list of the official Vehicles?

This thread is 'OFFICIALLY' Useless. In all sense of the word.

WELCOME TO THE FORUMS. Currently I do not hold the rank of Forum Monitor. But once I gain that title. I will be calling you Reclaimer almost always. ^.^

Actually, the Covenant is a group comprised of sentient being spread throughout the Galaxy. Each species was conquered by the San'Shyuum in the beginning. Even the Sangheili I think, because they never ran and the Prophets fought with deceit lies, and political superiority. Grunts Reproduce rather quickly and age quickly as well I believe. Therefore fill the role of Cannon fodder and are given inferior weapons and armor... though it would be more life-conserving to give them better weapons and armor because they are numerous and would be a force to be reckoned with, but the Covenant and it's hierarchy levels and whatnot, would make the grunts to strong and a rival to elites, in terms of numbers and general Damage Per second. The Grunts would have to be put down but would also put up a fight and result in one loss of an entire species, leaving the covenant ever weaker and less numerous. Hunters are strong and powerful but made up of small worms and are scared into submission by having their homeworld under the constant threat of being glassed, so they're basically heavy-armed tank slaves. Brutes are hairy and are just like Ulfric Stormcloak in their own special way. In the sense that they're hairy get mad easily and Usurp people's thrones and places in authority for the 'greater interest in their beliefs'. Elites are the Imperial Army, powerful and fight constantly with honor with little tolerance for defeat or for the interest of it's own people. Anyways. The story of Halo and the Weapons aren't Super-heated grape juice as grape juice would just evaporated. They fire plasma. OH yes. Plasma. The Story is based around the masterchief and the Arbiter (in some ocassions) fighting for the survival of their species-ez.Against the flood and the COVENANT.

I ban Gabe for being completely unreasonable in a perfectly understandable circumstance, also because he has CoD in his GT.

As long as you can understand it... Even Karen Traviss makes mistakes sometimes. Though in the future, I will spend more than fifteen minutes editing this I suppose. As for writing this Prologue. -it was done in a single hour-

Prologue: No bodies, no tags Sigma-7 0800 Hours, Morning, Summer on Earth, 2553 Lieutenant Riley was sifting through the ruins of what used to be a small UNSC outpost, it was a bright day for a planet that had been partially glassed. It was early morning and he was alone with only another man behind him, his platoon sergeant, whom he only ever addressed as Connor. He was a good man, but had seen too much of war, and too much of death. His face was sullen and he never smiled, and never had a reason to smile. Riley couldn’t really say anything, because just on his last deployment he’d lost two entire squads and was left with half of his platoon, they were replaced faster than the FTL drive could even begin to say ‘hi’. Though it wasn’t done without ‘condolences’ from his SO. (Senior Officer) That bit on FTL Drives made no sense at all, but I could honestly care less Riley, Lieutenant Riley of the 431st Rifles Battalion, 1st Rifle Company, 3rd Platoon heaved a massive piece of concrete debris off of what looked like a cupboard and he grunted with surprise, the surprise was not how amazing the dresser was, or how rare that wood was, but it was more so to find a dresser almost completely intact in a rubble composed almost entirely of burned and charred black concrete, it was –half-covered by another piece of debris and the dresser was virtually undamaged by the one that landed on top of it… but not right on top because it was supported by the debris piece that currently lay on the dresser. He wondered how it even still existed, and wasn’t just a useless pile of scrap-wood for a blunderbuss, if they had to resort to that technology that was, though the dresser itself was built out of a durable material, military grade and standard-issue. This place was a Marine Outpost and Lieutenant Riley was an Officer, almost green but more like a yellowing sort of green. Like he was dying slowly or something, oh, he was, he was. My job is to find any evidence of what happened to this outpost as valuable information may have been captured by the Covenant or insurgents… not dawdle and think about how important or tough this dresser is. And now you’re scolding yourself? Don’t you feel intellectual Riley jammed his fingers in between second and the final piece of concrete and dresser before he managed to get a good grip upon it, he was just about to pull upwards on the and heave-ho with effort, but was stopped by a quick-pat on his shoulder, just like how they’d signal when ready to breach and clear. “Relax lieutenant, I’ll help you out. It’s my job.” The Platoon Sergeant stated and got into position, Connor was right, it was his job to help the Lieutenant and even ‘take over’ for him in a dire circumstance, in which he died, also ‘trained’ yes ‘trained’ to take a bullet for the Lieutenant, Connor stood right beside Riley and his hands gripped the Concrete as though it were almost the same as a grunt’s neck. Connor never took things lightly, not even if his wife was giving him a harmless kiss on the cheek or lips, he’d mostly likely ask why and who she was cheating on him with. It was normal for him… well, for a soldier anyways, coming back from the field and seeing every situation as a threat could be rather hard on a man. “One, two… Three” They both said in unison and put strain on the word as they lifted on three, the debris groaned and scrated at the surface of the dresser and against another fallen piece of concrete. Riley pushed as hard as he could then and then they both ‘threw’ the piece of debris out of the way, coming upon an opened and beaten up dresser with two drawers missing. No, they weren’t missing, they were just smashed in and at the bottom. He opened one of them that hadn’t been smashed by the explosion or the falling debris and then pulled a small leather-covered book. From the dresser with a cracked frame. He had no idea why that was the first thing he had pulled from what seemed like hell, compared to all the other ‘normal’ stuff, but maybe he was just expecting to find a watch, dog-tags or something less filled with memory or meaning to himself… as selfish as that was, he instead took the book… of all things the book that would change how he thought and commanded for the rest of his career. Its title was rather catchy, and it had a small piece of writing on it. “If you read this, then I’m probably dead.” Was all the note had said, and Riley immediately flipped open the front page and was drawn by its story as though it were a death trap and intentional placed specifically for him. It would be… highly coincidental and scary if it had been. The tragic story of Lance Corporal C. Free If you are reading this, than I am honest to god hoping that you don’t mind terrible writing abilities, but I will be writing how my deployment goes, from beginning to end, Alpha to Omega. My Omega anyways. Though, I can’t say I hope you stick with it… because in the end, the main character always dies or has something bad happen to him in these stories… but unfortunately in this circumstance, I’m not a character and this isn’t fiction, it’s non-fiction. Which isn’t too fun… oh and if you get the urge to burn this, please don’t. As it might contain vital information in some respects… read through the entire story to understand. The story… the story begins with Boot camp, where I am contacted and told to keep my mouth shut for the rest of my career when spoken to, seeing as how I did and didn’t tell anyone aside from you ‘great reader’ about this I didn’t break an order, and I still didn’t, because I’m dead and was sent on another suicide run. Whatever, just read the story man. It was bright, approximately 0800 hours and the year was 2549…P

Awww, dude sweet. World Seeds, that's awesome .Ty.

Awww, dude sweet. World Seeds, that's awesome .Ty.

You know who will be on the top of the leaderboards first chance he gets? ME! You know why?! I'ma buy the first copy, rush home and play for sixty-nine days straight. NO LIE BROTHER. Peace off. Kind of sad that is though.

DUDE?! You're Stoked about Halo 4 aswell! Awesome, I hope to see you in matchmaking brother. If you want you can add me on Xbox Live. MY Gt is KSI Haze Lurker, but unfortunately for being better than the General I decided to leave the clan. Anyways, welcome to the forums Jerry, by the way, this is a Community forum created by our Admin; Twam! ^.^ He's a real swell guy but often times lurks in the shadow. Also, I'm sorry if I replied a little late and you're already gone. That'd be a shame.

IF IT PAINS YOU, then take some Acetaminophen, two tablets and you'll be fine for four hours. Make sure you take no more than approximately 6-8 tablets a day. Depending on how massive and existent of a person you are.

I ban you for being disrespectful to members and calling them wuss a wuss and commanding them what to do. MY LOGIC IS IRREFUTABLY THE BEST HAR HAR HAR!!!! -clears throat- I know, you're going to ban me for a sentence with all caps and using four-exclamation marks.

too much extra work.

Hey guys, I am currently creating a Fan-fiction where I will compile everyone's ideas into the story. Just throw me a PM and I will throw together a Fan-fiction in which I will post a Chapter for all of you possibly bi-weekly, depending on how good I do on the first try. Or maybe even Weekly. If I am given a sufficient amount of ideas. Hell. You can even send me character profiles like "private Bacon, and Louis Jackass" and i'll make them seem like completely sensible names. Make sure you keep to the Theme of Halo and don't create anything completely bonkers like "THE GRAVEMINDSSS DADDEH WAS THERE" Just keep at like, he ran into a scarab or had a run-in with S-117. Make sure you PM Your ideas and stuff so that nobody can see anything. TY mates. PEACE OFF