Church

The Spartan-II program was best, if only for the reason that it was overseen by Dr. Halsey.

It hopefully will have resolved all issues that the previous consoles have had.

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So who here on the forum believes the world is gonna end this week and why? I personally think its ridiculous, but post what you think and why you think it. -Church

Its actually out of 20...just sayin.

The bomb in assault.

Prophet of Truth.

It is Mickey. If you remember, he's also the one who blew up the ONI building. humpstyles: 9 Zaguroth: 4 AN JUSTICE4 ALL: 4 SykoWolf: 4 Mrmajiggles: 3 SternuS: 2 DoctorB77: 1 Drestel313: 1 Liana: 1 Fiery Knight: 1 Chewin3: 1 Epic Announcer: 1 emeraldriver: 1 GrimmGirl: 1 Scubason : 1 Iv Paragon vI: 1 Midna: 1 Church: 1

Where was Jack's first debut in RvB? (Jack from AH/RT office) No looking up the answer. I want the Vitamin award

Nope. Not from Halo 4.

Think halo games, then halo side games (aka Reach, Wars, ODST, etc.

Here is the current score: humpstyles: 8 Zaguroth: 4 AN JUSTICE4 ALL: 4 SykoWolf: 4 Mrmajiggles: 3 SternuS: 2 DoctorB77: 1 Drestel313: 1 Liana: 1 Fiery Knight: 1 Chewin3: 1 Epic Announcer: 1 emeraldriver: 1 GrimmGirl: 1 Scubason : 1 Iv Paragon vI: 1 Midna: 1 Church: 1 Here is my riddle: With a knack for explosives, he's a big booming ace He gleefully shouts, "I killed 'im in the face!" The Scorpion's his pride and joy He treats it like a massive toy. With his .45 and SMG He'll make you want to turn and flee.

CABOOSE ME Tex Jimmy

Donut ME Tex Jimmy

It could be either. Someone could post a short story, and then someone else could post another chapter. Or someone could post a photo, and then someone could want to write a story about it. Really, almost anything goes. Here's a Halo short story I wrote in 8th grade. UNSC LOG; ONI section III; Master Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN John-117, “Master Chief” 0600 hours, December 12, 2552 (Military Calendar) \ UNSC Frigate Lucky Charm, Slipspace, Approaching Epsilon Eridani System. The built-in alarm function in my MJOLNIR armor woke me at 0600 hours. As Cortana ran through my physical diagnosis I noticed Sergeant Johnson muttering to himself. He caught my gaze and spoke. “Tomorrow’s Friday the thirteenth, Chief. Can’t help but wonder if somethin`s gonna happen to us. Specially since it’s the day that we go hunting what’s left of the Covenant in the area around Reach.” Not knowing what he meant, I privately queried, “Cortana, what is the cultural significance of Friday the thirteenth?” After a pause, she answered, “Don’t you know, Chief? Friday the thirteenth is a kind of a superstitious holiday, or maybe like a horror day. The day and anything that happens during the day is supposed to be cursed with bad luck. As for your diagnosis, I prescribe twenty-four hours of rest and five full meals.” “Prescription ignored.” I brushed off her last comment without preamble. Sometimes smart AI could also be accurately referred to as smart-aleck AI. I addressed Sergeant Johnson; “I’m not superstitious.” At 0800 hours, the captain announced our arrival in the Epsilon Eridani system. The doors to the strategy center swished open, and Lieutenant Wagner strode in. “At ease.” said the Lieutenant. “As you all know, our mission here is to wipe out the Covenant remaining here and to find out where their head flagship, the High Charity, is stationed. You and a small group of Marines and ODST’s (Orbital Drop Shock Troopers) will drop down to the surface of Reach, specifically the area where you rescued Dr. Catherine Halsey and several other SPARTANS from the Covenant forces. This location will be easy to find, especially since the rest of the planet has been glassed.” He paused to see if anyone had a question, then went on. “You’ll split into two groups, with an equal number of Marines and ODST’s in each group. Chief, you will lead Team A, and Sergeant Johnson will lead Team B. The teams will stay together until you enter the tunnels. Team A will infiltrate the tunnel complex and Team B will hold the tunnel mouth. You know what to look for. We drop at 0900 tomorrow.” Wagner finished. I turned to exit to prep for drop, and as I left, the Lieutenant tossed after me, “Oh, and Chief. Good luck. You’re going to need it.” 0915 hours, December 13, 2552 (Military Calendar) \ UNSC Pelican dropship, Epsilon Eridani system, flying towards Reach. The Pelican dropship lurched again as the pilot jerked on the stick to avoid taking a hit. Outside, UNSC Longsword fighters were engaged in a dogfight with Covenant Seraph fighters to protect the seven Pelicans free-falling towards the surface of Reach. Breaking through the atmosphere, the Pelicans accelerated to avoid the Covenant who followed us in. The pilot called in over the intercom, “We’re coming in hot! Prepare to exit on GL (Green Light)!” A subtle thump announced our arrival on the surface of Reach, and the light turned green. “Go, go, go!” screamed the pilot. Jumping out the back, the occupants of my Pelican rendezvoused with the other groups at the mouth of the tunnel. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Pelican I had just exited burst into flames and explode. It was as we entered the tunnel that I saw the hordes of Covenant streaming towards us. Sergeant Johnson’s group began to give us covering fire. I saw several Marines scream and go down. A lucky shot came through and hit me. My shielding compensated, but the shot took down a third of them, and I had to wait for them to recharge before my team could infiltrate the tunnels. “You should keep your head down!” Cortana scolded. As we systematically disabled or circumvented the Covenant defense system, it suddenly struck me as very easy. Almost too easy. I opened a channel to the ODST I had designated as squad leader and warned, “Keep on your toes. There may be an ambush at any point.” Scarcely had he relayed my caution when one of the walls in the room we were in crumbled away, and Grunts and Elites poured out. Prepared for an ambush, my team began mowing them down, but they seemed to just keep coming. Suddenly a lone Elite stepped out. As his mouth twisted in what can only be described as a smile, he ignited an energy sword. “Oh come on,” Cortana moaned. “Not another one of those things!” He stepped towards me...and was hit by a barrage of fire. He had counted on my team being stricken at the sight of his sword. He was wrong. Howling, he fell back, but dropped his sword as he retreated. The blade cut off, but surprisingly no automatic failsafe cut in to destroy it. I walked forward and picked it up. It ignited in my hand, and so I decided to keep it and use it as a weapon. Clipping it to my belt (after deactivating the blade), I called my team to move in. We reached a command center of sorts, and I noticed Covenant engineers drifting around. Knowing that they were harmless, I ordered my men not to shoot them. I slotted Cortana into the computer bank, and stood back. She called over an open channel, “You might as well sit back and relax, guys. This may take me a while. ” 1100 hours, December 14, 2552 (Military Calendar) \ Epsilon Eridani system, Former ONI underground facility, planet Reach. After waiting 24 hours for Cortana to crack the Covenant computer bank, I was starting to get restless. We had already eliminated five Covenant strike forces, and I admit the energy sword was coming in handy, but Cortana seemed to be moving awfully slow. Finally, at 1120 hours, she announced that she was finished. “Certainly took her long enough,” muttered the ODST squad leader. My team was aching to get back up to the surface and aboard the Lucky Charm, and frankly, I was too. I stuck Cortana back in my suit, and we headed back up, but not before we left a portable nuke behind as a gift to the Covenant. A portable nuke with an irreversible thirty minute countdown timer. Once out of the command center, I privately asked Cortana, “Is it bad?” “It’s really bad, Chief. You know the Covenant fleet we took out, along with the Covenant base Unyielding Hierophant?” I grunted assent. “Well, that was just their advance force.” “WHAT?” “I know,” Cortana said. “It’s impossible, but it’s also true. Somehow we need to find the other fleet and take it out.” As we neared the tunnel mouth, Sergeant Johnson greeted us grimly. One look said it all. Out of the seventy men that he started out with, fifteen remained, still alert and defending us from the Covenant, but dejected and without hope. I had lost a few men, but nothing like this. A ragged cheer went up when they saw we had returned. I radioed the Lucky Charm. “Lieutenant Wagner, we need evac right away for...” I hesitated, “...eighty-one men, plus myself and Sergeant Johnson.” “Roger that, Chief, I have Pelicans inbound.” Once aboard Lucky Charm, I told Sergeant Johnson what Cortana had told me about the Covenant. As we gazed out the viewing pane, something on the surface of the planed blossomed into an explosion. “So Reach is finally gone,” said the Sergeant. “God help us all, Chief. God help us all.” ---------------------------------------------------END LOG--------------------------------------------------- Not one of my better literary works, and it lacks the polish that marks any professional work. But I still think it was pretty good. It was written as a sequel to First Strike, sometime between the destruction of the Unyielding Hierophant and Halo 2. It is presumed that Master Chief had returned to earth prior to this mission. Thinking Creatively, Church

For all of you serious and talented Halo fans out there on our forum, I have a new opportunity for you. This topic is for anyone who wishes to display their prowess in knowlege of the Halo universe, be it in poems, works of literature, artwork, or anything that you can bring to the table. All work must be original. I hope to compile and critique the things that this forum has to give, and to eventually get it published, or perhaps put on a website. We even have grace from one of our forum's mighty moderators, Spectral Jester, in this endeavor. He has made an award for all who contribute their talent. So post poems, riddles, stories, artwork, anything that you can think of. Here is my first poem to show everyone what I mean. A fragment An intelligence Torn beyond repair A love lost A sacrifice Rampancy's wear and tear The genius The savior She chose the lucky one The hidden The lost one Cortana now is gone. This short poem is a dedication to Cortana's sacrifice and probable death at the end of Halo 4. Post away, and think creatively! -Church

But I provided the SPECIFIC answer. Oh well, I'm not a poor loser. Kudos to Majiggles!

The dino-birds! Pterosaurs!!!!

I don't get it. Who guessed echo?

Figured it was too easy. humpstyles: 7 Zaguroth: 4 AN JUSTICE4 ALL: 4 SykoWolf: 4 Mrmajiggles: 2 SternuS: 2 DoctorB77: 1 Drestel313: 1 Liana: 1 Fiery Knight: 1 Chewin3: 1 Epic Announcer: 1 emeraldriver: 1 GrimmGirl: 1 Scubason : 1 Iv Paragon vI: 1

It has been three days since the last riddle, so I guess I'll step in. He's the king of the hill, the grand poo-bah, Unmatched as a marksman, but never heard of the SAW. Been there since the beginning, he's a tough as nails ace, But he met his downfall by a feared laser face. He's a ladies man, the most show-offy type, But whenever he slips, he's the last one to gripe. Second to none, 'cept maybe the Chief, Twas a terrible loss when he done came to grief. Not one of my better riddles, probably too easy. But my next one will be KILLER.

Major Silva.

Masterchief FTW. Snake has NO CHANCE.