This is the tale of the little Grunt that could.
Once upon a time on a planet far, far away lived a little Grunt. That grunt was named Oscar. So if you put his full name together he was Oscar the Grunt. Oscar lived alone for you see, he was a grunt that could never do what he wanted to do, as the Elites said. Oscar lived in the Elite part of the neighborhood. So when ever he would ask to play in the Elite games, they told him he was a too different than the rest of them and to go away. Everyday felt like it was time for Oscar the Grunt to just go suicidal. He thought about what it would be like to just run up to those Elites and just stick them with a grenade, but Oscar knew that was not the smartest thing to do. So Oscar quickly gave up on that idea.....
Hundreds upon Thousands upon Millions of Ideas Later........( Yes my friends some time has passed by )
Oscar thought about what he could do. Since Oscar was old enough to drive one of the coolest vehicles on the block, a Ghost, he decided that he COULD try to drive his neighbors Banshee from the Halo Wars. So one night Oscar ran over to his neighbors house, assassinated his neighbor sleeping getting an achievement of some kind, and then took the banshee out for a joyride. You see, Oscar knew where each Elite that had made fun of him was, because Oscar was smart, because Oscar did not take no BULLS*** from any stupid Elite. So he spent the night Massacring Elite after Elite.
In the early hours of the morning not a noise was made and not a sound was stirred. Oscar awoke from his bed to find himself pleased with what he had done. Oscar said to himself that he could do something one day. And He did. He killed a lot of people. Good job Oscar. Good Job. (This is where everyone should start crying for joy.)