This is a real story. It really was 2 frickin' AM. My friend really is crazy and so am I. This is the result of caffeine, rock music, and some weird breakfast burritos.
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo. My friend owns a copy of it. It's a lot of fun to shoot your friends!
The Dance With Death
It was 2 am. A Tuesday night or early Wednesday. Brain cells were dying. Caffeine kept 3 individuals awake through ungodly hours.
We had a purpose. We had a goal: to beat Halo 2 or die trying. I was certain that our fate would not be grim. Just bloody and long.
We had come to a quiet moment in our co-op crusade. We were low on ammo and uncertain of our fate. The elevator came to a stop. The doors opened.
One energy sword swipe left; ten shots of plasma pistol. My friend had an empty plasma rifle and two swipes with his energy sword.
There were signs of activity. Signs of lots of activity. Elites. Lots of them. They looked rather upset.
My friend and I discussed our options. (1) Carefully eliminate them together, (2) run through them to get to the other room in search of ammo, or (3) go completely psycho and tear them apart with our bare hands!
We were starting to consider our options. Then, this song came on. It gave me a huge rush. I looked over at my friend. I saw a familiar look. I realized that he had already chosen number 3 by the insane look in his eye and the contagious grin.
Low ammo, no ammo; we were going in. Suicidal? Maybe, but fun…
My friend took off before I registered his actions. I followed less than a second later.
Subconsciously, we divided and conquered. One Elite met my last energy sword swipe. My friend closed in on his and swiped him effortlessly. Two down, several more became aware of our presence. I dodged some of their shots. My friend jumped and split one down the middle and he switched to the plasma rifle and proceeded to beat another Elite's skull in. I tried a similar strategy. I began to terrorize another opponent by alternating between shooting and bashing him. My friend had finished his third and was already beating his fourth to death.
It continued on for several minutes. Shields went down. We kept attacking. We kept picking up new weapons. Half-empty weapons became empty weapons quickly. Jackals came and went. Grunts came and went.
It was soon over. We had faced another of round of death and destruction. We had survived.
But there was still more to come. There was always another battle around the next corner. Always more enemies to face and defeat. We would meet that threat and destroy them.
Now, however, we would celebrate the thrill of a difficult victory.
"Man, I wanna find that song!" My friend said, crazy grin still in place.
"You and me both!" I replied, stretching my legs. The exhaustion was no longer present. We were now ready for the next three hours of battle.
End.
This shows you the demented effects of rock music and ammunition. That's why I don't think I should have anything sharp in my car... Review if you want, cause I just had to share. Thank you!