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11-16-2004, 12:35 PM
Well, someone is bound to write a book about us, so I figured it might as well be me. Cause if I don't write one, no one will.... Here we go.
Adventure #1 - All in a days work.
So there we were. Standing. Alone. At the top of an oddly placed concrete tower. We waited, sometimes crouching, sometimes jumping. Sometimes crouch jumping. No, we were not crotch jumping, as we both place a high value on our ability to reproduce. Not with eachother mind you. Though I swear I caught Juicey starring at my *** in my metal suit at one point. That doesn't really matter. In this episode anyway. So as I was saying, there we were... in a tower...oh, right. We established that already. Onward with the story.
The corners of the hallway, in which we were hiding, provided thick shadows that easily enveloped our titanium alloy covered bodies. Only someone smart enough to turn up the gamma on their television set would have seen us. Yes, we are that good... As we waited, the footsteps of incoming preditors echoed closer. My helmet communicator crackled to life.
"Look what I can do! Look what I can do!"
The worst thoughts raced through my mind. Oh no, Juicey's under attack. I rushed to his position. As I rounded the corner, there was Juicey. Jumping up and down,
"Look what I can do!" He yelled.
I couldn't help myself. I had to replicate this addicting behaviour. So together we jumped and yelled with all our might. This fiasco continued for the next 2 minutes. At which the round ended and we had successfully protected our flag. Wow, this Halo deal is even easier than I thought. And by the looks of it, as Juicey was still jumping, he felt the same.
As we high fived eachother, thats when we spotted a singed and broken Seraph, stumble up the incline toward us.
"I just killed 5 of them, by myself." He gasped. "I died 13 times. Where the heck were you two?"
Juicey looked toward the ground ashamed. I took my que...
"Hey Seraph! Look what I can do!"
The End
Adventure #1 - All in a days work.
So there we were. Standing. Alone. At the top of an oddly placed concrete tower. We waited, sometimes crouching, sometimes jumping. Sometimes crouch jumping. No, we were not crotch jumping, as we both place a high value on our ability to reproduce. Not with eachother mind you. Though I swear I caught Juicey starring at my *** in my metal suit at one point. That doesn't really matter. In this episode anyway. So as I was saying, there we were... in a tower...oh, right. We established that already. Onward with the story.
The corners of the hallway, in which we were hiding, provided thick shadows that easily enveloped our titanium alloy covered bodies. Only someone smart enough to turn up the gamma on their television set would have seen us. Yes, we are that good... As we waited, the footsteps of incoming preditors echoed closer. My helmet communicator crackled to life.
"Look what I can do! Look what I can do!"
The worst thoughts raced through my mind. Oh no, Juicey's under attack. I rushed to his position. As I rounded the corner, there was Juicey. Jumping up and down,
"Look what I can do!" He yelled.
I couldn't help myself. I had to replicate this addicting behaviour. So together we jumped and yelled with all our might. This fiasco continued for the next 2 minutes. At which the round ended and we had successfully protected our flag. Wow, this Halo deal is even easier than I thought. And by the looks of it, as Juicey was still jumping, he felt the same.
As we high fived eachother, thats when we spotted a singed and broken Seraph, stumble up the incline toward us.
"I just killed 5 of them, by myself." He gasped. "I died 13 times. Where the heck were you two?"
Juicey looked toward the ground ashamed. I took my que...
"Hey Seraph! Look what I can do!"
The End