You know, I've been with Bungie sense the release day of Halo CE, but I have never had an Bnet account sense about a year ago. I guess I was just more immature then. But I've grown a little. I'm 17 years of age. I really don't know what I'm trying to get at. Well, congrats on the 10 years, I wish I would have made my bnet account when I started Halo.

finally, a few people who are as old as I am in bungie years

[quote]I don't intend to have any children, but I've been getting tempted lately as I've developed a plan for how I would raise a son if I had one. If I had a son, then for the first sixteen or so years of his life, I would raise him to be a total dudebro jock. From an early age, I would cultivate in him interests for things such as sports, hot babes, working out, etc. I would take him on hunting and fishing trips, play catch with him, teach him to a real man. I would take particular care in doing things like signing him up for football camps from a young age and helping him develop skills in that game. I would ensure that he met and played with lots of other children so that he would learn how to socialize and become a well-adjusted individual. I would give him a large allowance that he could spend however he wanted. I would also help him cheat on his school work so that he could exclusively focus on sports and socializing, cementing him as the alpha dog at the top of the social ladder. In high school, he would be the captain of the football team. The most popular kid. He would be *that guy*. The king of the school, the toughest and most manly kid of them all. And one day, his football team would have a fantastic victory against a rival. The afterparty would be glorious. My son would at his absolute highest point. He would come home late and sleep in, fully satisfied with his life in every conceivable way. That's when the fun would start. My change in demeanor would be abrupt. No longer would I be the stern and manly, but still loving father. Now I would be something entirely different. My son would wake up the next day and when he got out of the shower, he would find all of his clothes missing. Even the dirty ones. There would be no towels either. Even his bedsheets and curtains would be gone. He would yell out at me to ask what the hell was going on, and I would call him down to the basement. When he made it down the stairs, he would be met with the flash of my camera. Before he could protest, I would call out to him in the most saccharine of baby-talk. "Ooh, why is my wittle kissy sissy baby walking 'round the house without anything to wear?" As I said this, I would tenderly hug and cradle him, messing up his hair and pinching his cheeks. He would be utterly in shock. "Oh, but that's ok! I've got a special surprise for daddy's little sissy boy!" I would then hand him an ornately wrapped gift box and give him an expectant look. He would be terrified, but he would open it and find the wig, shoes, and frilly pink lace dress with several petticoats that I had had made for him. "Aww, does daddy's wittle kissy sissy baby boy wike it? Come on, wet's try it on, hmm?" At this point my son would start to protest. This would be just too much for him to handle. There's no way he would put on a damn dress. But then, with a constant smile and without breaking eye contact, I'd deliver a brutal strike with the belt. *smack* A moment of silence. I hold out the box. He doesn't take it. *smack* Still smiling, I hold out the box again. Terrified, he takes it with shaking hands. Acting as if there was nothing wrong, I would give him a manicure and pedicure, painting his nails before helping him put on the panties, the leggings, the petticoats, the girly shoes, the dress over everything else, and finally the wig. At every question or protest I would shush him and give him a peck on the cheek. I would make him slowly turn around and model the dress for me, taking pictures the whole time, praising how pretty my wittle kissy sissy son looks. I would sit him down and force him to watch marathons of My Little Pony, Strawberry Shortcake, and other girly cartoons. We would have a tea party in the basement, and at the point he would be allowed to speak again, and the new rules about talking would come into effect. If my son talked with his natural voice, he would get the belt. He would be required to speak in a high pitched and girly manner. If he talked about football, other sports, hot girls, fast cars, or anything that could be construed as manly in any way shape or form, he would get the belt. He would only be allowed to talk about girly things, like the shows I made him watch, dresses, makeup, cute animals, cute boys, etc. If he resisted anything or complained, he would get the belt. It would be rough as he adjusted, but from this moment forward, he would no longer be my tough and manly son. Instead, he would be daddy's wittle Kissy Sissy Baby Sugar Pumpkin, and he would learn to love every moment of it. This routine would continue indefinitely. I would paint his room pink and replace all the furniture and decorations with stuff you would expect in a little girl's room. Every day he would try on frilly dresses, do his hair and nails, watch little girl's cartoons, and have daily tea parties in the basement with me. I would hug and cuddle and pamper him, speak to him only in baby talk, and he would have to respond in the same way. Over time this would become his identity. He would become my little sissy. However, I would not force him to wear dresses to school or act like a sissy at school. I would keep helping him cheat with school work and he would not be required to act like a sissy outside of home. He would continue to receive a large allowance. But now he would have to live a double life. At school, he would be alpha macho top dog, but every day he would go home and let me change his clothes and put him into a dress and then he would be daddy's little kissy sissy. He wouldn't be able to hold it together for long. He would grow distant from his friends. He wouldn't be able to explain why he was getting erections in the football locker room. He would start to identify with the people he used to make fun of, but he would be held back by the knowledge that if he let that out in the open, he would lose everything. He would be a laughing stock. He would be humiliated. The greatest victory would come on the first day he chose to wear a dress to school and abandon his old identity entirely. The day that he completely crossed the line and became my little kissy sissy son.[/quote]

Hey I'm almost 5 months old!

Halo: 2 when I was 6yrs old #OriginalXbox #Halo2

I'm going on my Se7enth Year!

Cheers!

Somebody order a Mongoose?

Congrats Tony!

[quote]hasn't been the same without Marty[/quote] Glad you're still here old timer ;)

You beat me, you son of a bitch!

Congrats man. I think I'm 6? And my will to keep coming back is waning. 10 years is quite the commitment.

It's great to see old members still here like you. It really is.

Congrats on ten years Steel! Glad to see you around yet man!

Yeah. I read your reply on there. That's very bold of you to even post that. I'm sure I've made some sloppy replies on the Bungie forums too. But cool, another member who's been on Bungie games for ten years. Noice.

Yu

This Forum was once a place without Destiny posts? God damn take me back into the past