You all wanted me to write a story, so here's a little taste of what I'll be handing you in a couple days (probably). [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=12235046&postRepeater1-p=3#12238986]The rest of chapter one.[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=12235046&postRepeater1-p=7#12291639]Chapter two.[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=12235046&postRepeater1-p=11#12566673]Chapter three.[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=12235046&postRepeater1-p=14#13842765]Chapter four.[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=12235046&postRepeater1-p=17#14667877]Chapter five.[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=12235046&postRepeater1-p=20#16192180]Chapter six.[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=12235046&postRepeater1-p=24#17891872]Chapter seven.[/url] [url=http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z110/AutoRedialer/?action=view¤t=Epictale.jpg]puffy's picture. It's made of win, but I think that we can all agree on that.[/url] [url=http://img441.imageshack.us/my.php?image=omahcgeecy6.jpg]Vertrexz's comic.[/url] [url=http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c110/themadblimper/jagdpanzy.jpg]This is the tank that Blimper is using.[/url] [i]Motion. Light. A figure was speaking in a muffled voice. Then, darkness again.[/i] Sniper McGee woke up in a cold sweat, panting. He had been having these dreams, or rather nightmares, for a while now. He got up off of his bed and walked over to his window. A cool breeze made him feel a bit better as he looked over the city of The Flood. He felt like this place was his one home, the one place where he belonged… A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. [i]Who could be here at this hour?[/i] He walked to the door, matting down his hair on the way. He took a breath and opened the door. A figure stood, dressed in black, and was facing the other end of the hall so Sniper couldn’t see their face. “Yes?” Sniper asked the person. He turned and looked at him, light blonde hair looked untidy and windswept, his face contorted in a mask of pain… “Colonel Corbec?” McGee sounded surprised and confused. Corbec glanced down the hall again, then, hunched over in pain, he stumbled over to the nearest couch and grunted as he sat down. Sniper now saw that the Colonel’s hand was covering the side of his stomach. “Corbec, are…are you okay?” McGee asked. Corbec wasn’t paying attention though. He was looking around the room, glancing at the door every now and then. “They’re coming,” the Colonel whispered. When he finally looked at Sniper and saw the questioning look he was giving him, he glanced at the door again and winced in pain. “You’ve got to get out of here,” he said through clenched teeth. McGee looked at the spot where Corbec was holding his side, and saw his hand was covered in blood. “Corbec, what happened? Were you shot? Who did this?!” Sniper’s vision became distorted from anger. “Listen McGee…you’ve got to…” here the Colonel paused for a moment, he grunted in pain again “…got to find Blimper. He’ll know what to do.” Suddenly there were footsteps in the hall. They stopped in front of McGee’s door and he could hear voices mumbling something. Slowly, barely daring to breathe, Sniper crept up to the door and locked it. Immediately the voices stopped. [Edited on 02.27.2008 11:38 AM PST]