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12/18/2012 1:53:18 AM
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Christmas
In honor of Halo Reach and its successfulness and Christmas coming up i would like to share this poem by AfterTheFire1
Twas the night before, the Fall of Reach
Not a creature was stirring, not even The Chief
The Civilians just shopped, they didn't care
Hoping that the Covenant would never be there
The Chief was nestled all snug in his chamber
While dreaming of tea bagging a bunch of elite Rangers
And Halsey in her lab was wishing for Spartan 3's
Could see the coming of Winter Con-tin-gency
When out in the field, there arose such an explosion
"My sensor, my sensor! It detects alot of motion"
Pull out my pistol and pull the trigger in a flash
To mow down a line grunts screaming as they dashed
The sun on the breast of an evergreen field
Horror and death, is all this would yield
Wow, what to my wondering eyes should appear
A Covie drop ship, the length of a light year
A Pelican approached, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment, it must be Noble 6
More rapid than Moa, his squad members came
And he screamed and he shouted and called them by name
"Now Jun, and Emile, and Carter and Kat"
Jorge came with his turret, shortly after that
"To the end of the field, to the top of the hill!"
"Stop em in their tracks Spartans" - They were born to kill
As dry leaves that before were only covered in mud
Were now soaked in a thicker Covie Blue blood
So up to the hill top, the Falcon flew
With all of Noble, and number 6 too
And then, in a moment, I heard over the Com
"They are everywhere! and they are dropping bombs!"
I threw on my helmet and was turning around
Down came a Falcon,again, with Noble Team a bound
They were all dressed in metal, from head to their feet
Their acquaintance, No covie bastard wished to meet
Their armor grand, amazing, customized and unreal
I had to ask "What rank do you get that helm Emile?"
Then a WartHog, dropped in for us out of the sky
I was going to be Noble7, I could see it in their eyes
Kat threw up her arms and proclaimed, "I'll Drive"
"No!", said the rest of Noble, "we wish to stay alive"
I tightly gripped the wheel, made me feel alive
I ramped over a hill, and made that pig fly
Rockets from the Hog screamed over my head
Killionaire MF'ers!, that was 10 covies dead!
A Grunt was chubby and plump, a right jolly ol elf
More horrifying than I imagined, I thought, in spite of myself
In the blink of an eye and twist of his head
Noble 6 assassinated him, he was real dead
6 spoke not a word, but went straight to his job
He filled up on ammo, grenades and scooped up a Fuel Rod
And pointing his finger straight at the pillar of autumn
I knew what he meant, I understood, I got em
He sprang off his 'Goose, to his team he gave a whistle
No one had responded, they all went tragically missin'
In the distance, I heard 6 scream, "For Reach, For HumanBeings"
but Reach was soon gone, but this, was only the beginning.
Forum on,
NADER121
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y so trollius?
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What the hell is this terrible thread doing in the Universe. Take your bad fan fiction elsewhere.
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We get it. You can copy and paste someone else's work. No need to post this twice.
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ITT: I point out how laughable Halo 4 campaign was. And by comparing the above 2 poems, you'll find yourself liking the slightly modified version op posted by the end of the read. Halo 4 deviated from what was established and turned out less successful.
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Twas the night before Requiem's accursed dawn, when all through space not a creature was stirring, not even a Promethean Knight's skull face. The Sentinels guarded Didact's location without any care, in hopes Chief would arrive and -blam!- up their lair. The Grunts were nestled in their beds or so we all perceived, much to our horror, not one was found sleeping all were committing misdeeds. An overpowered Needler in every Grunt's lap, and I in deep crap, I rushed in and got supercombined, such a goddamn -blam!-slap! When out in the field, there arose such a bang, I saw 20 perverse Elite Generals running wild with their fuel rod guns and rang, "Holy -blam!-, holy -blam!-!" I cried as I got bombarded like crazy. While Cortana rolled her eyes and said, "what a big baby". The sun on the breast of an evergreen field Horror and death, is all this would yield Wow 343, what to my wondering sensor should appear distinct dots, A Phantom dropping off eight -blam!- sniper Zealots! A Troop Transport Hog approached, so lively and quick with the tremendous sound of 50 lawnmowers. I knew in a moment, it must be Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. Boy was I dead wrong as I was greeted by blue visored morons in armor that was so lame, And the leader screeched and she shouted and called them with great acclaim: "Now eggheads, and eggheads, and eggheads and eggheads" The Spartan IVs winced, filled with surplus dread. "To the end of the field, to the top of the hill!" "Stop em in their tracks Spartans" - They volunteered As Banshees that before the Didact's Cryptum takes off fly, when they meet with an obstacle, they're stuck and can't even reach the sky So up to the hill top the pathetic Mammoth tried to ascend With nobody on board, not even Commander Lasky was in it's back end And then, in a moment, I heard over the Com "They're kicking our asses! And they ate all our bacon!" I jumped off from my heavenly perch, engaging my thrusters, Needless to say, I am tired from writing this... "Cortana, what's happening?" Chief yelled. "It seems like Ghost's bored. This parody will soon be over!" "Finally!" Chief made a heroic leap towards a departing Lich But the reality is, he was just a toy and it just didn't click. Like Buzz Lightyear and Woody, he was simply a child's plaything. Chief began to fall as he missed his knife swing. He uttered one last word, a requiem for a dream, Because in space, no one can hear you scream. [Edited on 12.17.2012 8:47 PM PST]
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How about Twas the night before, Halo 4 Not a creature was stirring, But the civilians wanted more Halo of Course! The Chief was nestled all snug in his chamber While dreaming of tea bagging a bunch of elite Rangers And Halsey in her lab was wishing for Cortana To not be as rampant as a llama When out in the field, there arose such an explosion "My sensor, my sensor! It detects alot of motion" Pull out my pistol and pull the trigger in a flash To mow down a line grunts screaming as they dashed The sun on the breast of an evergreen field Horror and death, is all this would yield Wow, what to my wondering eyes should appear A Covie drop ship, the length of a light year A warthog approached, so lively and swift I knew in a moment, it must be the chief More rapid than Moa, he came with his rifle Mowing down Prometheans with their own light rifle "Now Marines; Lasky and all" Come down and make the Prometheans fall "To the end of the field, to the top of the hill!" "Stop em in their tracks Marines" - They were born to kill As dry leaves that before were only covered in mud Were now soaked in a thicker Covie Blue blood So up to the hill top, the Infinity flew With Chief and Marines that made my heart grew And then, in a moment, I heard over the Com "They are everywhere! and they are dropping bombs!" I threw on my helmet and was turning around Down came Infinity with Chief abound He was all dressed in metal, from head to his feet His acquaintance, No covie bastard wished to meet His armor grand, amazing, customized and unreal I had to ask "What rank do you get that helm Chief?" Then a WartHog, dropped in for us out of the sky I was going to be an ODST, I could see it in their eyes Chyler threw up her arms and proclaimed, "I'll Drive" "No!", said the rest of the Corps, "we wish to stay alive" I tightly gripped the wheel, made me feel alive I ramped over a hill, and made that pig fly Rockets from the Hog screamed over my head Killionaire MF'ers!, that was 10 Watchers dead! A Grunt was chubby and plump, a right jolly ol elf More horrifying than I imagined, I thought, in spite of myself In the blink of an eye and twist of his head Chief assassinated him, he was real dead Chief spoke not a word, but went straight to his job He filled up on ammo, grenades and scooped up a Fuel Rod And pointing his finger straight at the Infiity I knew what he meant, I understood, I got em He sprang off his 'Goose, to his team he gave a whistle No one had responded, they all went tragically missin' In the distance, I heard Chief scream, "For All players.... N0-0Bs and all Requiem was won without Chiefs fall
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Create your own version. [Edited on 12.17.2012 6:58 PM PST]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Sliding Ghost I want a Halo 4 version![/quote]This. Instead of copying and pasting this, why not make your own Halo 4 version?
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I want a Halo 4 version!
