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"No, even in daylight, motorised vehicles make too much noise. I don't want half the population of the area crammed down our throats." Muttered Jacob, studying the map intently near the candlelight

"Well, I heard music, coming from the city. Now, either some stupid guy is broadcasting his location to every Walker in the city, or there is a functioning electronic device. Either way, I plan to raid the place. Because Radio equals power. And power equals batteries or a generator. A generator must be well defended to still be functioning. This means people, or a dead bodie to scavenge from. Either way, I plan on heading into the city and scavenging supplies. You can stay with me if you like, I have more than enough food and a pretty safe bunker. If you don't I'll let you take some food with you to... Wherever youre headed." replied Jacob, studying a map with various areas highlighted in different colours. He was plotting a route.

No. I had Halo 3 offline for two years. I had nearly everything I could get. Online only armour is a bad idea. If achievements are used, they should be accessible to everyone! And not this online only commendations bull****

Don't use white text, its hard to read on iPod Now... Eradinus

(Yoshi go away)

"Well, considering youre the first person I've seen in six months who is not a Zed-Head, and I don't really like people stealing my hard-earned food. It comes as a natural response. Now, I hope you have not f****d everything up by drawing them here, I have worked for months into slowly turning this place into a defensible location, and I'm not having my plans screwed up by some random woman who drives up the street, oblivious to the noise she's making in a car and just walks in my fort, not even closing the doors! You can have some food, I have more than enough, but at first light, when the Zeds begin to thin out, you. Are. Out of here. Oka-" he was cut off by the sound of heavy footsteps above. "Stay. Still." He mouthed, hopefully, the corpse would look around, decide there was nothing there and move on. If they made a best upstairs, they would both be trapped down there!

Jacob heard someone inside. He quietly grabbed his baseball bat and smacked her on the back of the head with it. She fell over. He quickly rushed to close the door. Then checked with the periscope that there were no infected outside. He turned the woman over. And whispered "Who are you? Answer me, or this baseball bat will be hurting a lot more next time!" He said, twisting it round to show the large nail that was stuck in it. Effectively making a skewer. It was deadly against anything. The bat head for knocking people out or over, and the nail for final kill. "And this nail is covered in infected blood, if you want to take the chance" he threatened, showing some blood stains he had not been able to wash off.

Dominion wires make good rubble. Screens make good glass pieces. Floodlights are good. The terminal itself for a hologram. The monitors are great in themselves.

((Yeah)) The sounds of moaning. And the wet crunch of another step cascaded throughout the night. Despite it all, Jacob managed to sleep. It was interrupted, he had regular nightmares now. The same thing. Being trapped in an alley, dozens of rotting dead crawling after him. Getting closer. Then they would grab him, begin to pull at his hair and clothes. One would go to bite his neck, mouth agape... And he would wake up. It was repeated every night for six months. The same images. It was his worst fear. His phobia. Trapped.

Jacob looked at his supplies. In spite of the fact he had found a well stocked house, one that seemed prepared for this kind of thing, he never felt safe. He only played the radio in the lowest volumes, and in the furthest corner of the stone room. And didn't start fires for fear of infected attacks... Or worse. He got a periscope. It was a children's toy he had found in a shop, but had helped him avoided infested areas by looking around corners. He poked it through a gap in the floorboards near the door. The walkers were limping towards the city. In the distance he heard music. He remembered it. Just. Idiotic b*****d would get himself killed playing music like that! The music was haunting though, a reminder if the silent streets that filled the world. He would head into the source of the sound at sunrise. Scavenge food and weapons off the idiot who had just broadcast his position to the entire town.

I was at a friends house and played The Storm. Later, I thought. "That green guys armour could look cool for clone troopers" me Being obsessed with Star Wars and all. I went back and played forge and that was what sealed the deal. Got an Xbox with halo 3 and wars, then got halo 1+2. I now own every single game apart from PC versions. And yes, I still spend more time on forge than any other mode. It is still my favourite feature.

In the early 21st century, after millennia of humankind being the primary predators of the earth, nature seemed to strike back. A sickness spread, infecting the people and killing them. These people would reanimate, as mindless, unthinking carnivores with seemingly one purpose: destroy all forms of life on the planet. The governments and military's of the world ignored this new threat until it was out of hand, and smashing down their front doors. Six months later, in one of the worst outbreaks in a city in England, survivors struggle on, fighting the infected hordes. But everyday, their numbers dwindle, they fail to see the solutions of working together but fight among themselves. In this new world, where rubble and ruin lie in the streets, where death and disease stalk every corner, all people must change, they must survive off the ever descending number of resources available in the forest of glass. They must fight, and hope to see the end of the next day. These are the tales if the fight back against the horde, how people fought. And people died. Because war. War never changes. That is the intro. Like the Fallout reference? Jacob Stokes. Jacob looked out from his nest. The house he had taken residence in had been shelled long ago, in one of the army's last ditch attempts to clear the streets. He looked up and down the avenue. On one end of the road, the gargantuan glass skyscrapers loomed. On the other, a rusting tank, some sandbags and some rusty barbed wire. He sighed. He was sick of this, sick if the walkers, sick of measuring life in a matter of days, sick of having to restrict the food he had to eat to ensure he would have something to eat. He missed life, his phone, his computer, hell, even running water. He looked at his watch, 7:30 PM. It was getting dark. Soon the Walkers would roam the streets. Moaning in a never ending symphony until morning. In which he would get up and scavenge. It began to drizzle as the last rays of sunlight left the besieged street. He climbed out of the attic and back into his cellar. With its strsngely reinforced door.

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Name: Jacob Stokes Age: 21 Appearance: Blonde, medium length hair, Blue eyes, Dark shadows under the eyes Height: about 6 ft Clothes: A black and green jacket with a scarf under the hood. Biker goggles hanging around the neck. Camouflage pants and some walking boots. Weapon: Baseball bat or Records to throw at the infected Personality: A quiet guy, is good in combat but rareley talks much. Is a good strategist. Backstory: Jacob was in university when the outbreak happened. Before things got bad, he managed to grab some sporting gear and make his way out of the centre of the city. Barely. He then managed to find a cellar in a suburb and began to stockpile food. Although he has a decent amount of supplies, he has not yet met anyone in the desolate streets to trade with. Or defend from.

American Samuri? And caboose, do sign ups in third person. He, she, they. Not me, I, and we. Okay?

Not online-only achievements. Achievements that everyone can access

Caboose, send your posts to me and I will edit them for you so it looks better!

Before the covenant, they did not have need to get better weaponry, though they do have GUASS rifles. Plus, UNSC scientists have been trying to research more advanced but cannot understand how plasma is shaped and kept in the magnetic field until it hits a target. In other words; they have no idea how to do that stuff. And the Splaser is shoulder mounted, not very portable...

Yar (Kig-Yar, Jackal species name)

No military personnel. Or very few. I am denying pretty much all soldiers and people who's weapons are guns. Sorry!

I sign up. But is it American time, if so which one do I can convert to English time.

No katanas, they'd just snap when hitting MJOLNIR armour. And they really don't fit in with the universe.

Lich.... Again...