I was just driving a ghost in SPARTAN OPS, bounced off of a portable energy shield, corkscrewed through the air, and splattered 3 grunts.
Just hope you know.
I FUCKING MISSED ALL OF YOU!
I need to get my rp back on.
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Your character has just discovered my character’s journal/diary.
Olly Oxen Free (open starter)
The II stood in naught but his body-suit, staring at the holocomputer sitting on the desk in front of him. On screen, there was an up-to-date list on the statuses of SPARTANs, excluding the IV’s. It seemed so strange to him that almost 3/4 of the list were MIA. SPARTAN’s never die, but the fact that so many had just boggled the brain. They had the best training, the best power-armor and technology, and access to the best weaponry. They went on missions no one else could handle and came back just fine. Yet so many were dead. Lucien powered off the screen, shaking his head in disbelief, before he turned to his armor hanging on it’s rack. He crossed his arms, remembering the names of those he’d served with. Now, he was simply an errand boy, the IV’s being deemed as more important because of that… Ridiculous excuse for a CO, Palmer. Five-Five-Eight was so deep in thought, he hadn’t noticed his door was left open.
Help me go to college prease <3
I know I ain’t been around too much lately, but I need my Tumblr family now more than ever. I just wrote this essay for a scholarship, and the one with the most votes wins. So if you guys could vote for mine, I would really appreciate it. I’m looking to go into video games but my family may not have enough money to even send me to college. I need every bit of help I can get. Love you all!
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