[b]THIS IS NOT A MASTER RACE POST[/b] As I was strolling around the tower one day, I heard Shaxx and Zavala talking quietly in a secluded corner of the hangar. "Hunters are the worst guardians" stated shaxx. "Back at Twilight Gap they couldn't even push all the fallen off a cliff". "When I send them on missions they run around like headless chickens because they don't have any bubbles to take cover in" Zavala pointed out. After listening to a few more discriminating comments against hunters I was feeling a bit pissed I walked over to Shaxx and shouted "OY WANKER!!" and walked over to him and Zavala. He turned his head and said "worm". His attitude made me rage. "U FOOKIN WOT M8,CHEEKY KUNT 1v1 ME SKRUB I WILL HOOK U IN THE GABBA AND REK U AND MAKE YA NAN SORE JUST HEARING ABOUT IT. YER IN A PROPER MESS YA KNOBHEAD." Zavala shat himself and ran away. Shaxx seemed not in the slightest affected by the comments I had just made to him and calmly said "challenge accepted". The date of the challenge was set to two weeks later. I was up against a veteran of Twilight Gap and one of the most powerful Guardians to have ever lived. Inside my ship my Ghost told me of the arena as I ate some preserved old food I had found in old North America in an underground stash. It was called Doritos and I drank something called Mountain Dew. They gave me a feeling of what can only be described as greatness. The arena was on Earth, an area known to us Guardians as "nuketown" due to the amount of WMDs detonated near there during the collapse. There were two bombed out and entirely ruined two story suburban houses facing each other with the ruins of old automobiles littering the street. This whole area was blocked off by debris around the houses and a section of the road. I wore a fedora hat over my hood like I always wear when faced with a great challenge. I knew the eyes of the city were on this place. In place of Shaxx as the announcer we had the Speaker, as he had seen this event as important for some reason. I teleported into the arena. I was in the back garden of one of the house s. Idropped all my weapons except my throwing knives, an incendiary grenade and my trusty sniper rifle I liked to call "intervention". The speakers voice was heard: "These guardians shall fight until one competitor has been slain ten times". "Let the duel begin". I span around and threw a knife into the air. "Guardian down". Said the Speaker. Had I really just done that? I had really just 360 throwing knifed Lord Shaxx?. I could only think of one word. "Rekt". I began to walk through the house I teleported behind of. As soon as I walked out the front door Shaxx smashed into me with his shoulder and sent me flying back through a wall into the top floor of the house. Shaxx jumped through the window and smashed the floor, his fists infused with arc energy. The floor below me collapsed and I landed on top of what was a pile of debris on the floor below but I fell straight through into a basement room. The room was full of a green plant which looked kind of like a fern. In a corner, on a table there was an old music player. I picked myself up and staggered over to it, surprised to still be alive. I pressed the play button and my favourite music came on. Dubstep remixes. "It's on" I said to myself. As I turned towards the hole in the ceiling to jump out Shaxx threw something down the hole and said "catch". [i]my incendiary grenade[/i]. I jumped away and the grenade detonated. Many of the plants that had been in the room were on fire. The smoke overpowered my helmets respirator systems and I could smell the burning plants. I recognised it's smell immediately. Kush. Choking from the sheer amount of dankness I ran through the fire and jumped through the hole and got out of the house and into the street. Shaxx was in front of me . He raised his gun to fire so I grabbed intervention but there was no time to aim so I quickly looked halfway down the scope and fired. Shaxx stood still for a moment and then noticed the basketball sized hole in his chest. He then dissipated into a pool of particles. This new technique was working alarmingly well. The match progressed and Shaxx tried very hard to make a comeback. The score was 9-9 now. I was on the roof of the other house after being pounded into a crater by Shaxx. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shaxx firing a rocket launcher at the building. With intervention in arm, I jumped off the building, spun around and fired intervention. "Guardian down. Score 10-9 to the Hunter." I smiled to myself in satisfaction.I noticed something peculiar. My fedora had never came off. Shaxx then went full emo and locked himself in his quarters. When his door was forced open they found something was clawed into the wall. It read "I crie everitiem". Shaxx was crying in the corner. A few weeks after the event and Shaxx recovering. I wanted to destroy some Guardians. My Ghost told me that I had been banned permanently by Shaxx. Apparently I was of offender class "centipede". Not my best story and writing. And the moral of the story is [spoiler]Hunters are too dank for other guardians[/spoiler] Now Shaxx is thinking about resigning as crucible handler. To persuade him not to, and show he is appreciated, leave a liek if u crie everitiem. And Happy Christmas Guardians!