9/3/2005 10:01:18 PM PermalinkAs a matter of fact, I just made a group devoted to Flood stories, check my sig.
9/3/2005 8:46:52 PM PermalinkThis is really good. Integrating usernames into it is a nice touch, which ssometimes adds a bit of humor for me and sprinkleswirth. It's really good, I'm glad to see that you've made such a good story. You should make a flood stories group. I'll join but I'd just be submitting the small chapters from my halo story. I never work on it, so chances are there will only be the first 7 or 8 chapters. Doesn't get very far... It was funny, I had made the story before Halo 2 was announced... it was funny seeing it happen... so I made lots of changes. The battle rifle was just another name... i thought it was going to be a sniper like gun... sheesh... a lot changes... [Edited on 9/3/2005]
Your mission in the Destiny Beta is complete. Your next adventure begins on September 9th, with the official launch of Destiny.
[i]My eyes flickered open, I looked around. I saw the inside of what looked like the ship that I escaped on, exept, the ship was split in two, the bridge on one half, and the rest of the ship on the other. I sat up and felt a stab of pain through my left arm. Assuming my arm was broken, I fashioned myself a sling out of my shirt. I stood up and felt dizzy, so I leaned against a wall. Then the thought came to me, I survived! I quickly remembered, Viperchief! I strained my mind of what happened, but that just made my head hurt worse. "Capitan!," I heard a familiar voice say, and DDRmaster floated in. "Ugh, what happened?" I managed to say. "Well, the ship held up better than I thought, we managed to make it through the atmosphere without burning up entirely. Although, it did weaken the ship a bit," he said, gesturing towards the other half of the ship. "I have been checking for survivors..." this immediately got my attention. "seven are consious, three are unconsious, four in critical condition, and six...KIA. The six dead were all pilots, poor chaps. four of the ship's medics survived though, all of which are consious and tending to their patients." "Lazer!" I heard different voice shout, "I knew it! You were too tough to die! You crazy bastard!" and Viperchief ran up to me and gave me a hug. The other two soldiers who I assumed were the remaining consious victims followed. I recognized the one that had one leg. "Your pisotol, sir!" he said, handing me my pistol, "I always feel better when I'm holding a pistol." "What's your name, son?" He looked me in the eyes and said, "MrSprinkleswirth"[/i] [Edited on 9/3/2005]