Mr. Wolfy

Ah, teabagging, the art of infuriating ones enemy to cause them to come back and try harder than they were before. I rarely do this myself since not only is it highly dishonorable, but it creates mini-martyrs who cry to their team that you took advantage of their corpse and immediatly cause their team to try harder. The only times I impliment this are 1. when communicating 2. when in mating season and a she-wolfy is spotted 3. when an enemy was foolish enough to tbag me when I wasn't even trying 4. when someone is just a plain idiot and needs a lesson in common sense/common courtesy.

move the house~? (allowing the rooms where both items are in to be next to eachother) 8D j/k j/k

....This has occured many times on many games to me. You get put on the team where the guy drives in circles singing some song that makes you feel like you are visiting some backwoods in Tennessee, and meanwhile your enemy is enacting some 35 step counter-terrorism manuver that makes you feel like you should have brought a rocket launcher and grown eyes in the back of your head. Allow me to assist. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO ESCAPE THIS~! Short of filling an entire team every game with people you know are good~ if you leave ONE SLOT open~ that hillbilly WILL show up. He stalks us all~ The key to surviving this experience is NOT TO PANIC. Running screaming off the edge of a cliff will either get you mutilated on the rocks below, kicked from the game, or hard scoped by that special forces commando camping on the cliff 5 miles away. The next step is to assure yourself you can come out of this with a positive~ even if you lose you will go down being the biggest pain in their posterior the world has ever seen~! Next~ check what supplies you have on hand~ even a stray plasma pistol may be useful. Figure out what the games objective is~ if it's slayer~ find some good weapons and a nice corner to survive, if it's an objective though, find out what the enemy NEEDS, not what he wants, but what he NEEDS~! Once you know this information~ enact plan: Rearpains and either find that camp spot for slayer or place vehicles around that objective and a good shotgunner. Always work from cover~ placing a vehicle behind a wall with only 1 direction to aproach it from is always the most dirty and hardest to remove way to camp~ doing this will ensure the enemy can't aproach an objective for at least 10 minutes. Objective inside a building~? Even better~! Vehicles can be put inside buildings making them hard to aproach without getting about 300 rounds of AP in the face~ talk about a warm welcome~! Also when vehicles get blown up indoors they form maniacally evil roadblocks, so you can annoy your enemy from the grave~! The key to playing on a team with noobs~ MAKE THE ENEMY FEEL YOUR PAIN~!

Breaking Benjy~ nough said... [puts on sunglasses...leaves thread]

Like this Some nice poses on churs though btw~ o3o

O -o Well...pages and pages of diologue.... [skips it all] 8D My opinion is that this is just another rushed attempt by microsoft to grab all the players and force them to pay even MORE money for useless items which they are making necessary. Look at it this way~ we all have the 360~ we are all happy with the 360 and the new games they come out with~ we have friends and achievements~ along comes microsoft~ "NEW XBOX D:< sequels on this one only~! You wanna keep playing halo~?! SPEND 300-500 on this new system~!!!" So we goes and takes a look at this new system and what can we look forward to~? 1. built in mics~ (conspiricy theorists beware~ they can hear you watching porn nao) 2. the ability to switch over and watch tv for those long boring camping sessions on CoD (heck maybe peope will get to see 10 seconds of your favorite soap opra in the kill cams) 3. the ability to go back to the main menu midgame (so for you who wave your arms in the air in anger~ you can rage quit more easily now~ on accident~!) 4. you still get to pay $60 or more a year for it all 5.you get skype~! (who cares we alrdy had parties to voice chat anyway) 6. you get to go over to a new console and lose friends who stayed behind~! (who needs friends~? ) 7. you get to pay another 300-500 dollars plus the lovely fees for used games so microsoft can buy that shiny gold statue~ after all~ aren't we all made of money~? Conclusion~?: XBOX ONE SUX plz return to the drawing board microsoft~? and be serious this time~? we aren't playing xbox to watch tv...

I'm special~! Oh you didn't mean like... "special".... 3:

Hovering into the square with what was left of his tank, Kyro turned to notice a large Covenant baricade with a large group of grunts near where a marker showed 3/C. The grunts noticed the flaming wraith as well and began to open fire. Slamming the controls forward and pressing the boost, Kyro barreled towards the fortifications dragging one of the "wings" of the tank with a screatching sound and a shower of sparks. Slamming into the embankment and running it down, the tank became jammed on top of the fortification and the alarms began to blare even louder. Lunging out of the tank and diving to the ground, Kyro heard the tank explode behind him as he rolled across the pavement. Jumping up, he brushed himself off and howled, "YEEEEEEHAAAAW! That's what you get you blue blooded freaks!" Turning he watched the grunts running wildly around in flames, their methane tanks exploding every so often. He walked over towards 3/C's marker, removed his helmet, lowered his shades, straightened his cap, and lit a cigar.

Kyro filled his tray with rice and a small helping of potatoes before making his way to the corner of the room and finding a table which allowed him to have his back to the wall. Sitting down he observed each individual in the room as they made their way, chose their food, found their seats, and began strange conversations. The one that particularly caught his interest was when D.J. mentioned cake. D.J. had always been the easy going type, of course he'd be dreaming about cake in a place like this. Kyro looked down at the plain rice and his eye twitched. He searched his pockets and produced a packet of soy sauce and another packet of powder refered to as "cajun seasoning." Applying both to his rice, he sat back and began to eat in silence.

Kyro had pressed the firing controls and was rewarded with only a mechanical grinding sound. He watched as a whole battle unfolded in front of him. Pressing the controls again, the sound repeated itself. He cursed, kicked the tank, opened the hatch, and looking back noticed a piece of metal had lodged itself into the firing mechanism. Looking back at Ivan fighting a whole group of enemies, he shrugged, "F*** it." Climbing back into the tank, he jammed the driving control fully foward, and boosted the vehicle foward towards an enemy wraith. The pilot of the wraith immediatly noticed the other vehicle bearing down on it and, turning, fired a shot directly into the front of Kyro's wraith. The wraith's armor held though and Kyro barrelled into the wraith shoving it off the highway with a deafening crash. Alarms blared and warning screens popped up showing that nearly the entire armor of the wraith had been comprimised. "Look's like all this things good for now is transportation and scrap metal..."

Kyro glanced quickly over at the scarab but kept watching the highway itself. They would have to be careful because not only did the covenant probably already mark their stolen tanks for destruction, but any random marine that happened along would mistake them at first for a pair of elite zelots on some sort of crazed rampage down the highway. They were walking a thin line, and now that scarab would be another threat they had to keep an eye on. It was capable of crossing the city in a few steps and could burn through their armor like paper. He paused, he swore he saw a marine-armor style of green moving alongside the highway... Maybe he was just seeing things. He took one last look at the scarab and manuvered his tank up through the crashed vehicles.

Kyro hand managed to become more at ease with the controls of the tank and began to move it away from the depo towards a marker on his HUD where the Captain was stationed with an unknown number of marines and ODST's. Hopefully some of the army guys he had launched with would have made their way there as well. As he drove forward he heard a blast behind him and felt the vehicle shaking, popping the hatch he looked out and back and watched as the flaming skeletons of half of the wraiths burned on the ground. An elite lunged from a turret of one of the smoldering tanks with fire consuming his whole body. The poor b******d had had the misfortune of being armored enough in the turret to avoid being killed by the blast from his driver attempting to move the rigged tank. Kyro almost felt sorry for the overgrown lizard, until images played back from his memory of the charred and mutilated corpses of colonists on several planets he had been to. He climbed back down inside the tank and continued towards the marker. The other half of the tanks had been rigged to a detonator which Ivan was carrying, once the other squid-faces were all nice and cozy, they would be joining their comrades. He grinned at the idea of having neutralized an entire armored division. Without those tanks, this fight was about to be made an even match. He barrelled forward boosting the tank to its limits. "Better take the highway back to HQ, these city streets are too littered. We'll break the armor on both these tanks just crashin into stuff before we get there." As he came near an on ramp, Kyro saw past the taller buildings to the location where the temporary base had been set up. A small swarm of dropships circled like vultures. "Hell...Heads up, time to get back in this thing. Let's hope we aren't too late."

Kyro wired the last tank with C4 to its controls and stepped back to admire his work. "These drivers are gonna have a blast..." he grinned. Then he noticed a shuffling noise behind him and dived sideways in time to avoid a plasma sword which chopped a glowing gash in the armor of the wraith. He rolled back up into a defensive stance with his katana drawn in one hand and his combat knife in the other. He watched as an elite in some sort of cerimonial armor decloaked and drew a second plasma sword. It turned to face him and clashed its two plasma swords together in a flash of light. Kyro mimiced this, running his blades across eachother, creating a line of sparks. "Let's dance buddy," he growled. Diving forward, Kyro ducked under the first swing the elite threw at him and spinning past the elite he sliced through the edge of its leg followed by another cut across its back. He came up behind the elite and took a defensive stance. The elite, dragging its wounded leg, swung around and sliced wildly at Kyro brushing him barely with the very tip of one of its swords and cutting a molten gash in his armor. The elite bellowed loudly in rage just before Kyro swung his sword through the base of the things neck. Turning he rushed to one of the two tanks they hadn't rigged with explosives and jumped into the hatch. "Ok, let's see what we have here..." He pressed a large glowing button in the center of the controls and the tank hummed to life. "Not so difficult..." He pressed another button and the tank shot forward on its thrusters. "Ok, so this might take some getting used to..." He popped open the hatch real quick to check to see if Ivan was there, and noticed a small horde of elite coming from another direction.

Kyro handed Ivan half the C4, "I was thinking the first option, some free tanks might be helpful later, and make sure to wire the C4 so it goes off AFTER they get in the tanks. We'll need to be sure that we inform the captain he'll have two friendly tanks coming in though. I'd prefer not to be gunned down by some rookie marine..." Pausing he took a deep breath then turned to Ivan, "K, let's do this..." He ran towards the edge of the roof and jumped over the small ledge.

"Wait wait wait!" Kyro yelled, still standing in the same spot. He motioned down off the roof on the other side of the building. "I wonder if they left the keys in the ignition of those..." He was pointing at a small army of parked wraith tanks. "A little sabotage is in order I think..." he said with an evil grin as he rubbed his hands together, and pulled a small bundle out of a bag on his hip. "You ever use good old fashioned C4..?"

"LEFT!" Kyro picked up his pace thundering through the duct. He saw a light ahead and dived out of a broken vent on to the roof of the a building right behind Ivan, just as the vents burst out in flames. He pulled himself up and looked down, noticing he had landed one of his heavy boots on Ivan's upper leg. "My bad man," he stated as he pulled himself to his feet and reached down to help Ivan up. He saw a pair of elites hustling across the roof of the building they had just dived out of and raised his assault rifle, firing a full burst at the two elites and causing them to dive down flat on the roof.

Kyro grunted, "For an airduct there isn't much air, I picked a helluva day to wear full balistic gear..." He popped his helmet off and hooked it to a small loop of rope on his belt.

cough, Jun died, cough and my favorite would be...either Kat or Rookie

Kyro stared up at the ventilation shaft, eight or nine feet off the ground... "Well, s***..." Turning, he moved over to his pod and took out the extra clips of ammunition and his katana which he promptly strapped on his back. He then pried a segment of his pod loose with a screetch of distressed metal and dragged it over under the hatch and grinned, "Who said ODST's were all brawn and no brains." The grin faded from his face however as he heard movement outside the door of the room. He scrambled up the piece of metal and grabbed the edge of the hatch dragging himself up into the airduct.

Popping up from his attempt to sleep Kyro walked over and turned D.J. on his side on his cot, propped him up with a few pillows he took from other cots, and headed back to his cot, contented at having sillenced D.J.'s snoring.